Golden Touch (Bokoaka)

an apartment building

By the time they had left the empty pizza place, the streets glowed with a amber hue and the sky looked as if it had been painted with dark ink.

Akaashi checked his phone.
It was really late, they had spent a bit longer in there than they had thought. Bokuto peered over Akaashi's shoulder at the glowing screen.

"It's late" Bokuto stated.
"Yeah it is" The neon sign above the pizza place flickered and hummed.
"You sure you wanna wait here for the bus?"
"Ill be ok" Akaashi smiled at his guy.
"you can-" Bokuto coughed "you can sleep round mine if you want to" his eyes didn't meet akaashi's.
"It's close"
Akkashi stared at the nervous man in front of him. His leather jacket was pristine except for the badges on the lapel, a pride flag front and centre. His stupid laser cat t-shirt made Akaashi laugh. His straight leg jeans were worn but looked after.
He really loved this man.

"Of course. Thank you." Akaashi replied a huge smile on his face. So the set off down the road, fingers intertwined.

They were walked up to the outside a small apartment complex on the outskirts of the city. Bokutos arm slipped around akaashi.

The buff man opened the door to the complex, only the jangle of keys could be heard. He also felt Akaahi slip his warm hand into his as they approached a stairwell to the flats.

A small smirk on both their faces until they reached flat 45, obviously Bokuto's as he put a different key in this door and jerkily twisted it round.

He opened the door for Akaashi, as a gentleman should, and the latter walked through the doorway to a cosy open plan flat.

The dated interior was neat but definitely lived in. Certainly neater than Akaashi's flat. Closest to the door in a corridor looking room was a worn red canvas sofa with cushions thrown on top. A huge framed poster of a band above. A small tv on the cream coloured wall opposite.

Through the empty doorframe was a large open plan space. In the room was a small kitchen, dishes in the sink, cans on the side. A dining table to the left was lit by the big windows lining that wall. On the right wall was a desk with a laptop and notebooks and a door that probably lead to the bedroom.

Bokuto closed the door once they were both inside and beckoned the other toward the sofa as he crashed onto it himself. Akaashi smiled. He could see the adoration in Bokuto's eyes. He sauntered over to the fading red canvas but instead slid onto the stiff fabric of bokutos jeans and sunk into him.

Bokuto was fucking ripped. Akaashi thought to himself as the latter's face reddened but nevertheless slipped his arms around akaashi's waist. He suddenly felt his arms round Bokuto's neck and his face was suprisingly close too.

They kissed for longer this time. It was nice but they didn't really know what they were doing. Was it too long? Were they doing it right? The silence after was not suggesting anything either way.

"Uh, what do you wanna do?" Bokuto asked, looking like a tomato. He obviously wasnt used to house guests.

"We could watch a movie?" Akaashi suggested timidly. Bokuto looked embarrassed.
"Can't haven't got anything to watch it on"
"What's the tv for then?"
"Xbox"
"Oooo, what do you have?"

Only the sound of game controllers clicking could be heard throughout the apartment, explosions from the tv rang through. The entangled boys concentrating on that very screen.

"Beat you" Akaashi smiled, playfully hitting Bokoto's sholder.
"Shit!" Bokoto shouted frustrated.
"I don't want to play this anymore" he sulked.
Akaashi laughed as he lay the controller on the arm of the sofa.
"Lets go to bed then. It is really late."
"Mhum" a flustered bokoto replied as the slimmer man jumper out of his lap to be shown where to go.

Bokoto woke up the next morning with jet black curls in his face. He smiled to himself and nuzzled into those ringlets.
The man in front of him was wearing his yellow hoodie and his toned legs were pressed against his own.

He smiled.