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As always it started with a drunken kiss. They’d actually managed to joke about it after, it was more a case of Kuroo joking with Bokuto whilst he leant against his boyfriend, trying to remember what lead up to him being in Kuroo’s lap, their hands roaming each other’s bodies, lips at times the others but there was the occasion where one would attach their lips to the other’s neck. It had happened not even five minutes ago and yet he couldn’t place a reason as to why he possibly would have done that.
He was too drunk to think about much, he could only think about what was going on immediately, the kiss was in his memory because they were talking about it. Bokuto’s hand holding onto his, his thumb gently rubbing over the top of it. Bokuto must have been okay with it, if he was laughing about it now.
***
“Kuroo you useless slut, wake up!” He was awoken by the grumblings of his boyfriend shaking not only his body but that of the person whose arms were wrapped around his body. He could have sworn that when he crashed the night before Bokuto was with him. Although the other could have very well left after he’d passed out to party some more. That wouldn’t have been surprising. “Sorry Keiji, I didn’t mean to wake you.” The figure above them said, having noticed that his eyes were open, or the displeased expression on his face.
He merely rolled into the warm body beside him, trying to fall back to sleep, doing his absolute best to ignore the pounding headache that was most definitely caused by the alcohol consumption from the night before. “Go away.” He grumbled, into the warm chest. He could tell that it most definitely wasn’t Bokuto at this point, his boyfriend did not run that hot, out of the two of them, he was the one that would get hot in their sleep.
There were some quiet grumblings from the person beside him, a conversation occurred even, except Akaashi was already too close to being asleep to understand them. It was only the movement of him being released and then left alone in the bed, that was the shock wake up call, well it was more because of the cool air hitting him. “Where’s Koutarou?” He mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, staring around the unfamiliar room, numerous things blurred around the edges, at least he’d removed his contacts before going to sleep.
There were a few stifled chuckles from the pair that were still in the room, his glasses being handed to him from Kuroo. He did not remember bringing them here but thankfully he did, at least he could see now. “Do I look and sound like a different person or something?” His boyfriend said amongst the laughter. Of course Bokuto was the one that would label Kuroo as a slut, he was the one that the other seemed to confide in about his love life. “Nice job on the hickey on Kuroo by the way, it’s so dark you’d think it was on someone that was pale.”
Akaashi frowned, trying to figure out what he meant by that. Glancing at Kuroo’s neck to see the dark bruise that sat proudly on the older man’s neck. “I’m sorry.” He muttered, glancing away from the other, who seemed to be in the process of changing but still involved in the conversation.
“Don’t worry, it’s not the first I’ve gotten and it won’t be the last.” He said, seeming to laugh at himself, Bokuto placing himself next to Akaashi, an arm around his midsection, almost protectively. “How much did you drink last night to get to the point where you were willing to even kiss me, let alone what actually happened?”
“Too much, considering I don’t actually remember what happened before then.”
The two both seemed to stiffen at that, he felt Bokuto’s arm grip him tighter and witnessed Kuroo tense up just slightly. The latter seemed to be slightly more relaxed than the former, although Akaashi could admit he probably wouldn’t be comfortable with witnessing Bokuto kiss someone else. Although he wouldn’t be as blatantly protective.“All I know is the you initiated it Keiji, to start off with you were both hesitant but the both of you got super into it really fast, it was gross but also kind of funny.” Bokuto uttered, finally releasing him from his arms, the former setter laying back on the bed. “Kuroo we actually need to leave or we’re going to be late.”
Akaashi sighed softly, taking it as a message that he too needed to leave given that he had slept in Kuroo’s bed overnight, had they all slept in this bed? It definitely could have fit all three of them and possibly a few more people.
His knight in shining armour of course had to be Kuroo, condescendingly ruffling his hair with a laugh. “You can sleep in here for a few more hours if you want, the only thing that’s going to happen is I’m going to block your boyfriend over and over until he claims he’s going to quit volleyball.”
He let out a mumble telling the two to have fun, removing his glasses as he settled into the bed again. It was easy to fall into a slumber again once they departed, the warmth of the bed comforting him.
***
He was alone when he woke, hastily trying to gather his things that were in Kuroo’s room, which only consisted of a sweater, glasses (which had fallen off of the bed), and his shoes. He was unable to locate his phone or wallet in the bedroom though.
His headache from earlier had only improved slightly, the hangover clearly being a day long issue rather than something he was going to be able to sleep off. The closed curtains in the bedroom had been a godsend given that the second he stepped into the main part of the small apartment, the early afternoon sun hit his eyes, leaving him wishing he hadn’t drank as much as he had last night.
He moved around the couch, lifting the cushions in the search for his two more important items, finding his phone under the couch in the end. However, he still couldn’t find his wallet, which meant that the key to his dorm was probably also missing, given that he normally would keep it in the section of his wallet that intended for coins.
When the door to the apartment was opened Akaashi did jump slightly, his body relaxing when he saw that it was just Kuroo. “What are you looking for?” Kuroo asked, dropping what must have been a bag full of his training gear by the door.
“My wallet.” He said, rather stiffly, pushing himself off of the floor, giving up on finding it under any pieces of furniture in this miniscule section of the living space. It was unsurprising that he hadn’t found it at this point, given that area was rather clutter, something that was rather unusual for Kuroo but was self explanatory given that the clutter was all caused the night before. “Did Bokuto take it from me last night, he’s done that before?”
“I don’t think so, it could be in the bathroom, I’ll check for you.” The other muttered, Akaashi barely catching the end of it. The former setter sat himself down on the couch, eyes trained on the rug, admiring the pattern on it.
There was no way that Kuroo had purchased this, it had to be something that his parents had bought him, it didn’t match anything else within the apartment. He knew the other wasn’t an interior designer or someone that ran a trendy aesthetic blog but Kuroo wouldn’t have picked out something that clashed with everything so much.
“How are you feeling?”
“My head hurts but I don’t feel like throwing up at all.” Akaashi could hear Kuroo’s laughter from the other room at his response. “What?”
Akaashi looked over his shoulder to see Kuroo peaking out from bathroom, holding up what had to be his wallet. “There couldn’t have been anything left in you to throw up. You must have spent half an hour in here last night with your head in the toilet.”
“I don’t remember that.” He admitted, catching the wallet as it was thrown to him. “I only remember bits and pieces of it.”
That only earned him more laughter, thankfully it wasn’t the mocking kind that he had listened to numerous times over the years. “I feel like we’ve had this conversation before.” Kuroo said, smirking at him, the couch shifting as he sat beside him. “How much do you tell Bokuto about your drunken escapades?”
That question stung a little bit, one could easily say it wasn’t the first time that he’d gotten drunk and hooked up with someone that wasn’t his boyfriend. Hell, it wasn’t even the first time that it had been Kuroo, although, he didn’t need to deal with a question like that. “You already know the answer.” Akaashi muttered, his eyes meeting Kuroo’s the older wearing a slightly confused expression. Perhaps he didn’t then. “I’m not like you Kuroo, I don’t feel the need to tell him everything about my life. I don’t want to be an open book.”
“Because you’re afraid he’ll call you out and break up with you?” He could see the other was surprised he’d let that out, the pair staring at each other silently; Akaashi trying to figure out if he should wait for the other to apologize or get up and leave, and Kuroo clearly trying to find the right way to make the situation better. Kuroo’s mouth opened and closed twice before any words actually came out. “I’d be a hypocrite to judge you for what’s happened, given that I was nowhere near the level you were on, any of the times something has… happened. I just understand why you, who looks almost starstruck when Bokuto is around at times, would keep drinking and letting it happen.”
“Let’s call it self loathing punishment to appease you.” Akaashi said, leaning back against the seat and somewhat into Kuroo. He knew that was a lie, there was no way it was even slightly believable, given how happy he actually was with himself and his life. It was just less embarrassing than saying anything that was honest.
Kuroo didn’t believe him for a second it seemed, muttering unintelligible words to himself for a brief moment. That was before he openly said what he was thinking. “You lie way to easily, if you were doing that, you’d openly cheat all the time. Instead you only do it when you’re drunk and when you think he won’t find out, last night was a rarity and we both know it.”
There wasn’t anything he could say to that, because the other was right, he’d hit the metaphorical nail on the head. If Akaashi could find a way into making himself believe the words he said then it wouldn’t be an issue. “I love Bokuto.” He sighed, saying the first honest thing that came to his mind. “But he’s predictable-”
“In other words he’s safe” Kuroo interrupted, seemingly unfazed by what he’d just heard. Akaashi wouldn’t be surprised if Kuroo accused him of being bored at this point. “Break up with him then.”
“I can’t.”
“But you can mess around with me and other guys once you’ve drunk enough that you can’t feel guilty anymore?” For someone that spoke with an even tone the entire time, Kuroo’s words really didn’t match up. He should be yelling it wouldn’t have been the first time they’d argued before, but now the man seemed oddly calm.
The question had to have been rhetorical though, there was no way Kuroo was asking for that answer, it was one that absolutely nobody needed to know. “Are you mad at yourself, is that why you’re throwing this at me now?”
“I just want to know what’s going on in your head.”
“Why do you deserve to know that?”
“Because you keep initiating whilst you’ve had too much to drink and the one time we ever tried to talk about it whilst sober, we ended up having sex!” Now his voice was raised slightly, the truth coming out of one of them at least.
“You think I’m leading you on?”
“That’s not what I said!” The two of them seemed to be closer than before, the innocent expression that Akaashi had been wearing just moments before, replaced with a scowl as he now picked at Kuroo for the whole truth, the other looking like he wanted to escape but making no movement to do so. “Are you even actually attracted to me, or is it because I’m Bokuto’s best friend?”
Akaashi could sense that, this was the question Kuroo would have loved to have gotten out, before he’d gotten defensive, now the other seemed to afraid to even want to hear the answer. “This is about you and me, not just me doing, sometimes regrettable things under the influence isn’t it?”
“Yes.”