Akaashi's 18th (and the events that followed...)

38. Stealing Kisses

Yamaguchi had been flattered up until that point. The point where he realised why he was being pulled into alleyways by his boyfriend for a kiss. Was it passion? Was it love? No. It was an avoidance tactic. Typical Tsukki.
The day had begun as followed.
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"Tsukki! It's such a sunny day today - the forecast says it's gonna be nearly thirty degrees Celsius this afternoon. We have to go to the beach!" Yamaguchi nudged Tsukishima's shoulder, shutting his textbook and rolling off the side of Tsukishima's bed.

"But the beach is so far from Miyagi, can't we just go to the park?"

"Tsukishima Kei, I am putting my food down on this. We're going to the park."

Yamaguchi stared hard at Tsukishima, who smirked. "Fine. But you owe me an ice cream."

Yamaguchi cheered, practically jumping into the driver's seat - having already packed everything he would need. About five minutes later, Tsukishima appeared from his front door, in a pair of swimming shorts and a buttoned-down shirt in the pattern of waves. That was as much enthusiasm as he would ever show, and Yamaguchi grinned to himself as he turned the ignition key and began to drive away, setting the GPS to the nearest beach.

Once they arrived, they started at the pier along the waterfront. They had been strolling for about five minutes in peaceful silence, listening to the comings and goings of the tourists and sellers. Yamaguchi felt his stomach rumble as he walked past a shop with a large sign reading 'Iida's Ices'. Having forgone breakfast in order to bring Tsukishima to the beach, he began to crave something cold and sweet. "Hey Tsukki, d'you think we can-" Yamaguchi broke off with a yelp as a tug on his wrist pulled him into the alleyway next to the ice cream parlour.

The next thing he knew, he was being pressed into the wall, one of Tsukishima's hands on his chest, the other slamming into the wall next to Yamaguchi's head. His heart stopped as Tsukishima leant over him, quickly lifting his jaw with a long, slender finger and hiding his vision as their faces grew closer. Yamaguchi smiled, realising what was going on and raising onto his tiptoes so that their lips touched.

It wasn't unusual for Tsukishima to kiss him - in fact, it had become his boyfriend's favourite form of communication when he wasn't feeling vocal. However, to do it so publicly was something Yamaguchi hadn't experienced yet.

He didn't mind though. Especially as Tsukishima's hands found the buttons of Yamaguchi's Hawaiian shirt, starting from the top and undoing them one by one, slowly, keeping his lips locked with Yamaguchi's.

"Mmh, Tshukki," Yamaguchi tried to speak, but his voice was muffled as a warm tongue slipped into his mouth. With a small sigh of defeat, he relented, leaning into his boyfriend so their bodies were slack against each other. Yamaguchi's fingers played with the hem of
Tsukishima's shirt, lifting it up from the bottom and slipping his cool hand underneath to trace Tsukki's warm stomach muscles - even more defined as he had started more regular volleyball training.

"Stay still," Tsukishima muttered against Yamaguchi's mouth, who stopped moving his hands and chuckled, leaning in further so they were joined head to toe and began to kiss even more passionately, scrunching up his eyebrows with the affection he put into his every move.

After about thirty seconds, Tsukishima pulled away slowly, and Yamaguchi noticed him checking over his shoulder for something.

"What was that?" Yamaguchi asked, pleased - if not a little indignant.

"Huh? Can't I kiss my boyfriend when I want to?" Tsukishima scowled at him.

Yamaguchi laughed. "Duh, I just thought it was a bit strange that you pulled me into an alleyway to do it."