Your Jacket

Chains of Earth

Hey guys! It's Monday and here I am! Okay, so I had really bad writer's block but now I am back better than ever!! I feel like a fucking goddess and that's an achievement so don't kill my vibe.

⚠WARNING⚠:Surprise, surprise, it's good ol' smexy gay shit.

The stars twinkled in the sky, dancing far from the chains of Earth. The wind whistled through the streets, cutting through to the bones of the people of Tokyo. Away from the hustle and bustle of Central Tokyo, the wind calmed to a breeze, causing Bokuto to pull his blazer around him tighter.

Nervousness ran through his veins and he rubbed his hands together, trying to get some warmth into them. With a sigh, Bokuto turned to face Akaashi, biting his lip. 

He took a deep breath and  opened his mouth to speak. But before he could, Akaashi stopped him, putting his hand on Bokuto's arm.

"I'm really sorry, Bokuto-san," Akaashi whispered. "I didn't want to hurt you but I- I just got caught up in the moment and... and I forgot about you. About what I did." Akaashi pulled his knees to his chest and knocked his shoes together.

He kept his hand firmly on Bokuto's arm and his warmth seeped through Bokuto, filling him with hope. A hope that would probably come running back to slaughter him and his delicate heart.

Bokuto stared down at the shorter boy, watching his soft black hair rustle in the breeze. Akaashi eyes reflected the full moon, and the faint smell of grass and cherry lip balm wafted off him.

"You're a sight for sore eyes, Keiji," Bokuto murmured, as he nuzzled his face into Akaashi's hair, oblivious to the fact that Akaashi was hyperventilating.

Akaashi felt Bokuto snake his arms around his waist, pulling him closer to his muscular chest. He gulped. This one night could unravel all his work to shove his feelings for Bokuto down, deeper inside himself than he dared to reach.

But now, with the starlight and Bokuto's arms keeping him from the stabs of guilt, he felt safe.

Safer than he had for the past few days. He was always being attacked by his feelings for Y/N, all while he cowered, too afraid to go tell Bokuto. He'd tell himself that he loved Y/N, that they belonged together.

But every time he saw Bokuto's ridiculously adorable smile, he fell right back in love with him again. Every laugh, every loving glance, every beat of his heart, Akaashi fell deeper and deeper in love with his best friend.

Akaashi was jerked back to the scathing reality of the real world when he felt himself be pulled into Bokuto's lap. Akaashi squeaked in embarrassment, covering his crimson face with his hands, chanting to himself, "Don't chicken out, don't chicken out, don't chicken out!"

Bokuto breathed in deeply, savouring Akaashi's scent. He pulled him closer, tugging an arm away from Akaashi's waist and draping it across his chest instead. 

Bokuto slowly analysed the situation. He was sitting in a public park with the love of his life in his lap. Bokuto grinned into Akaashi's hair. He felt powerful.

Ironic, huh?, Bokuto thought to himself. Just a few hours ago, he'd felt as helpless as a newborn chick. But now he had all the power he wanted. Akaashi must have felt something, because he turned his head to face Bokuto. He's flustered, Bokuto noted with satisfaction. Good.

Akaashi looked into Bokuto's uniquely golden eyes and found himself surprised by what he found. Normally, Akaashi could read Bokuto like a book, but now, he found himself looking into a cloudy mix of emotions. 

But the longer he looked, he saw them becoming clearer and clearer. And, dear god, he hoped he hadn't just spontaneously combusted. Bokuto's eyes were filled with hunger. And he was the prey.

"B-Bokuto-san.." Akaashi stammered softly. Bokuto grunted softly under his breath as he moved Akaashi around to face him. Akaashi's heart fluttered in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps. He bit down on his bottom lip as his thigh skirted over Bokuto's hip. He caught a sharp inhale of breath from Bokuto and he felt something shift underneath him.

Once again, blood rushed to Akaashi's cheeks and he looked away from Bokuto, who was now questioning his decision to take control. Not because he regretted it, no of course not. Because now, he was utterly, irrevocably stuck, in a compromising position where all he wanted to do was best not said out loud. 

"Bokuto-san, we're not thinking straight..." Akaashi said quietly, resting his hands on Bokuto's chest, feeling his heart beat wildly under his palm.

Bokuto knew that what they were doing was reckless. They were drunk on sadness and lust, and as much as he wanted to scoop Akaashi up to whisk him away, Bokuto knew what they were doing was irresponsible. 

But how could he focus on that when each and every sweep of Akaashi's fingers across his chest sent a fresh wave of heat over his body?

He was tense; a coiled spring, and he was ready to pounce at any second. Akaashi shifted his hands away from Bokuto's chest and placed them on the rough tree bark behind him. He leaned in slowly, his elbows scraping against the bark. 

Akaashi rested his forehead against Bokuto's, his lips tantalizing close, yet the restraints of responsibility held him back.

Bokuto closed his eyes, his heart wrenching in his chest. His soul yearned for Akaashi's lips on his and he was so so close, yet the centimetres that lay between them felt like an eternity. 

He tipped his head back, unintentionally pulling Akaashi toward him. "Please, Akaashi," Bokuto breathed, his voice pleading Akaashi to close the distance.

And Akaashi caved. No longer could he suppress his longing and so, he pressed his hips against Bokuto's, making him open his eyes a crack. 

Bokuto watched Akaashi inch closer and all the vulnerability sapped out of him as he growled softly with impatience. Even now, Akaashi thought, amused. Even now, Bokuto's emotions take full control. 

Anyways, I hope you liked it! I didn't actually write all of this; Nakamura wrote the hot stuff. You got to give credit where credit's due. I really can't write about sexual physical interaction; I'm more of a feelings writer.

Next Chapter:
- An almost kiss
- A wild Karasuno has been spotted!
- "You got lucky, Keiji-kun. Don't expect it next time."