this was something i wrote on quotev , so a few of you may have seen this before . if not , enjoy some fluff with one of my favorite crack ships .
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The unsurprisingly obnoxious beeping of an alarm was the first thing Ushijima heard that morning. Following the alarm was the sound of grunting - from not only him, but the duo situated under his arms.
A hand pushed up against the side of his face whereas a leg forced itself to tangle with his own. The smell of shampoo and other hair products began to become more noticeable, among other things in the vicinity.
Like the sun's rays slipping through the curtains, illuminating the bodies tucked beneath the covers. Or the small puddle of saliva on his t-shirt, likely caused by the closer sleeping partner.
It'd dry up later, he supposed. No need to get upset about it.
Besides, he didn't have the energy to get upset. He was still trying to take in his surroundings, and that was draining enough.
Ushijima grunted, raising a hand to cloak his eyes as he readjusted himself; the hand situated against his cheek slid to the back of his neck, crinkling up a little. The leg tangled with his went limp, only to tighten around his knee after a small attempt to move.
The alarm was still going off.
He stretched out an arm and silenced it, causing one of his sleeping partners to sniffle. The hand on his neck twitched soon after.
"Morning." A yawn followed the drawled word, accompanied by another sniffle.
Ushijima blinked some of the grogginess from his eyes before draping an arm around his lover. The latter leaned into his bicep, fingers lazily tracing the back of his nape.
The taller male drank in the silence for a moment before replying: "Good morning, Akaashi."
Ushijima sighed as the hand slid into his hair, resting upon his scalp. Lazy circles were made out of loose strands of hair, but Ushijima didn't mind it. For now, at least - he'd probably have to comb and brush his hair as soon as he decided to go outside.
Luckily for him, his plans for today revolved around remaining in bed. Most of them, anyways - there was no need to leave the house today. Or the day after today.
"Did you sleep well?" Ushijima questioned, his voice soft.
Akaashi hummed, nodding a little in response. He then pressed his cheek against the other's arm, shifting a little closer. His eyes would flutter every now and then, the sun's rays bouncing off his eyelashes and making him look a lot prettier than usual.
Sure, he had some bedhead that'd be dealt with later on (it didn't look too different from his usual hairstyle, Ushijima had to admit), but he was pretty.
Very, very pretty. It was almost unfair, but Ushijima supposed there was nothing he could do about it.
He never really wanted to do anything about it, honestly. He liked Akaashi's appearance.
Ushijima shifted slightly, causing Akaashi to whine softly in protest. However, the male returned to his pliant state when Ushijima's hand brushed against his cheek; Akaashi pressed into the calloused palm, eyes fluttering shut once again.
He looked like he was about to drift back to sleep.
That would've been fine. Completely fine.
Unfortunately, the male laying atop of Ushijima - the one who drooled all over his shirt - began to stir.
A big yawn filled the silence of the room, arms that were once wrapped around Ushijima's torso stretching out across the futon. Akaashi's eyes opened at the sudden sound, but lidded upon realizing that there was no threat.
Definitely not a threat.
Instead, it was his second lover, who had taken to rubbing at his mouth with the back of his hand. A thin line of saliva followed his hand, but was soon discarded as he wiped it on the sheets.
None of them paid any mind to it. Morning drool was the least of their problems.
Ushijima, using his free hand, ruffled the male's droopy hair in greeting. He got a small grunt in response, alongside a small rib-squeeze; ah, his second lover's arms were wrapped around him yet again. How sneaky.
Akaashi made a small noise of greeting, eyes flicking over towards the awakened male slowly. His pupils were a lot hazier than usual, not to mention that they were also dilated.
Probably because he wasn't looking at the sun. They'd narrow later into the day.
"Good morning," the second male murmured, "what time is it?"
Ushijima took to combing his fingers through the male's gray hair. His actions were acknowledged with a deep, husky purr. "Morning, Bokuto."
A moment of silence passed. Akaashi slid his fingers into Ushijima's, prompting the latter to press a kiss to his knuckles. Akaashi's hand dropped from his soon after, returning to their previous position; Ushijima's arm being used as a pillow and Akaashi curling into himself.
Bokuto whined, squeezing Ushijima once again. A gentle squeeze, but it was a signal that he wanted his question to be answered: "Time? Please?"
"I'll check," Akaashi interjected, yawning and smacking his lips quietly.
The yawn prompted Ushijima and Bokuto to do the same. The latter buried his face in Ushijima's t-shirt afterwards, successfully avoiding the puddle of drool . for the moment , at least .
"Thank you."
Akaashi leaned over the two of them, causing Bokuto to giggle a little about their 'close proximity' - as if they didn't bunch their futons together in order to cuddle properly. The black-haired male's eyes fluttered for a moment before refocusing on their surroundings.
The drowsiness was clearly getting to him, especially since they spent all night binge-watching Bokuto's favorite show. Ushijima was pretty sure they made it to season two, although he was also pretty sure that the first season had twenty-five episodes.
Some show about volleyball or something. He was too groggy to remember the details. They'd come back to him later into the day , he supposed .
Akaashi remained dormant for a second , eyes squinting at the clock . His gaze was , most likely , bleary and unfocused at the moment . He should've put on his glasses or something .
"Seven.." There was a short pause between his words. "Seven thirty-five," he finished.
There was an audible slur to his voice, but Ushijima didn't mention it. It wasn't as if the slur was annoying or the like. If anything, it was kind of cute.
Could morning drowsiness be cute? Was that even possible?
He glanced down at Bokuto, who was blinking up at him with a soft, yet bleary gaze. A lopsided grin was stretched along his features, although it failed to expose his teeth. He then nuzzled his nose into Ushijima's shirt again, giggling a little.
Yeah, he answered internally. Morning drowsiness could be cute.
Bokuto shifted around on Ushijima's torso again, seemingly unbothered by the small puddle of spit he made on the male's torso. Not that it mattered all that much - spit dried up fairly easily and Ushijima had grown accustomed to being drooled on at this point. It was inevitable.
Either that, or he really just never cared. It was probably a mixture of both.
It took Ushijima a while to realize that Akaashi was still practically draped over the two of them. He gently ran his fingers along the male's exposed abdomen (as his shirt rode up to his chest and his shorts were drooping), causing him to hum.
Akaashi leaned away from the clock, murmuring something about being sleepy as he placed his hands on Ushijima's bicep. He then began to trace the crevices of Ushijima's muscles, all while flopping back down onto the space connecting their respective futons (aka. the borderline of his and Ushijima's conjoined futons) .
Ushijima didn't mind. This - laying down with two very different males who had unique ways of displaying affection - was oddly comforting, actually.
Not oddly comforting . It was endearingly comforting . He probably used that word incorrectly .
Bokuto stirred again, causing Ushijima's gaze to drop down to his moving form--his hands were doing what they typically did, roaming the male's torso and occasionally probing at his ribs. Bokuto was rather touchy in the mornings, so he usually ended up running his hands up and down whoever was the closest to him.
His hands were always warm, as were Akaashi's. He supposed it was because of how they tended to fidget with their hands, although the action was usually done by Akaashi more often.
He'd grown acquainted to the warmness of their touches. It was nice.
Bokuto then peered up at him, pupils large and round and staring at him with the softest gaze he'd ever seen. On the male , at least - his gazes tended to be far less energetic in the early mornings , Ushijima knew that much .
Bokuto pushed himself up and pressed his lips against his own--a soft, gentle morning kiss. It was short, but it was enough to make the taller male's ears burn a bright red.
Akaashi soon did the same, his affections only adding a red tint to Ushijima's face. He hummed softly, pressing his nose into the crook of Ushijima's neck and attempting to cuddle-up to him again. After all , he was still quite tired .
Unfortunately, Bokuto did not allow that. For the moment, at least.
He beamed up at the both of them, making grabby hands towards Akaashi with those dreaded puppy eyes. The latter simply hummed, his eyes still occasionally fluttering and his pupils bloated as he leaned towards the owl - like male.
As those two gave each other a kiss, Ushijima was reminded of why this relationship worked out in the first place. It brought a small smile to his face, although he immediately let out a small sneer at Bokuto's next comment:
"Ew, morning breath." He stuck out his tongue to emphasize his point, crinkling his nose.
