Golden Touch (Bokoaka)

A pizza parlour

Akaashi was jerkily dragged into a run down looking pizza place down the shady end of town. Not even like edgy rundown shady. Just... shady.

The checkerboard flooring had green in the mortar and the creme paint was crumbling of in some places quite obviously attempting to be hidden by retro new york posters.

Akaashi wasnt sure about this place.
"Eat here often bokuto" akaashi asked nervously as he looked around the place, bokuto's hand still intertwined with his own.
"Yeah," a nostalgic smile on his face. "I-"

"Kotaro!" A loud voice shouted from behind them. They both swiveled quickly bokuto's sholders relaxing when he saw a tall boy with a bad case of bed hair on his unruly ebony mop.

"Kuroo, you pain on the ass, you scared me!" Bokuto exclaimed but akaashi was still confused as the two caught up.

"Oh, and this is akaashi, my soulmate. Akaashi, kuroo" bokuto smiled at akaashi. The face of a man who had fallen deeply in love.

"Omg so this is him!" Kuroo said looking at the curly haired man head to toe. Akaashi's face now a rose tint.
"Ha look at you all smitten with your soulmate" kuroo laughed.
Looking like a beetroot Bokuto retorted with "speaking of soulmates how are you and kenma?"
Bokuto seemed to have won as kuroo stumbled upon his words.
"Uh uh g g good y'know. Anyway take a seat. The usual?" Kuroo collected himself.
"No i'll let you know in a few minutes" bokuto winked as he sat at booth with akaashi, a glow emitting from their hands.

"One pepperoni pizza with extra cheese and a vanilla milkshake" Kuroo said showfully as he placed down the food.
"Thanks kuroo" Bokuto replied and Akaashi mumbled something along those lines too.
"The milkshake here are AMAZING" Bokuto mentioned enthusiastically to akaashi.
"What can i say my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard" kuroo shouted as he traipsed back towards the kitchen.
"Especially kenma" Bokuto shouted back and kuroo replied with a finger.

"How do you know kuroo?" Akaashi asked.
They were about half way through the meal and Akaashi felt this was the time to ask his burning question.

Bokoto lay his pizza slice down, silent for a moment. Akaashi felt that he might of hit a nerve.
"You don't have to tell me" Akaaahi murmured his voice soft as silk, tugging on Bokutos sleeve.
"No no its ok" Bokoto said softly so it sounded wrong coming from his mouth. He entangled his hand in akaashi's and he began to speak:

"I came out to my parents when i was 16 and they didn't take it well and i ended up on the streets."

Bokuto was now looking down and distractedly playing with akaashi's fingers.

"I was looking for a job but no one wants a grubby homeless boy working for them. Kuroo saw me looking in at the window over there and he came out with a slice of pizza, a job offer and a place to stay. His family have been good to me. They're my family now." Bokuto said looking up at Akaashi nervously.

Akaashi didn't know what to say so instead he ducked under the table, to the bench that Bokuto was sunk into, and wrapped his arms around the larger man.

This surprised Bokuto but he soon settled into it, his arms slithering round Akaashi's soft hoodie and here they stayed. Akaashi's hands slid against the leather jacket his hands were wrapped around. His head was in the salt and pepper haired man neck and he could smell his aftershave. His eyes travelled up to yellow lamp like eyes that looked straight into his.

Their faces seemed to gravitate toward each other until they could feel the heat of breath on their cheeks
Their lips brushed.
Bokuto's were surprisingly soft.
Akaashi's chapped.

Finally they collided. Both bodies tensed but then akaashi felt hands gently touch his cheeks, holding his face as if he would break. He could feel the warm metal of Bokutos tounge peircing in his mouth smoothly slipping round. Akaashi immediately sunk into bokuto, his hands on the others waist.

It was perfect.