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They had gone to visit Bokuto, Kuroo’s bestest friend in the entire world, and since it had been a while since they had seen each other, they decided to celebrate. Nothing too big, of course, they were just lame college students.
Bokuto bought beers, Sawamura and Kuroo took care of the snacks, and once the sun was down they were opening their cans to start drinking.
Sawamura is not a close friend of Bokuto, but they get along. Sawamura has learned, bit by bit, how to deal with those two’s sense of humor and to not get mad at their jokes. It amuses him though; how fast Kuroo can change if he’s in company of Bokuto. He turns dorkier and more loud… Maybe too adventurous for his own good. But he has fun, and that was matters to Sawamura. That’s why he comes along when Kuroo tells him he’s going over to Bokuto’s.
Sawamura wonders though, as he takes a slow sip of his cold beer, if Bokuto would be a better companion to Kuroo. Kuroo brightens up when he’s with him… Or is he just getting jealous of not being able to trigger that spark in Kuroo’s eyes? He smiles the tiniest smiles, the can covering it from the others. He doubts Kuroo thinks that way.
Anyway, those depressing thoughts being the cause or not, Sawamura slowly gets drunk. Kuroo and Bokuto don’t get left behind; after all it’s Friday night and they need some freedom, some stress-relief after that tough week.
“Yeah, you didn’t know?” Bokuto laughs a little as he opens another can of beer, spilling a little on his pants, but nobody cares at this rate. “Kuroo and I kissed a lot when we were younger, like… To practice!” He snorts.
Kuroo is just watching him talk with a smile. Yeah, he remembers that. They were just lonely and desperate to have some physical contact, so of course they did, they were bros. He chuckles a little and steals a look at Sawamura, who was sitting on the other side of the table, but to his surprise he isn’t there anymore. He blinks and looks aside. Where did Sawamura get there? He’s fucking close, what’s up with him?
“Dai—” Kuroo starts, but he’s interrupted by Sawamura’s fierce lips. Sawamura’s mouth clashes against his own with such confidence, and that’s not weird; we’re talking about Sawamura Daichi anyway, but he isn’t fond of showing affection in public. Doors closed is completely different though, and Kuroo somewhat loves it. And he kisses him back of course.
But this kiss is so heated so almost can’t keep up. Kuroo wonders if it’s because of the alcohol. Well, he’s sure a percentage it is, but this is not the first time he has seen Sawamura drunk and he can swear this is so different from other times.
Bokuto whistles as Sawamura isn’t pulling away. Bokuto doesn’t mind, displays of affection are something that warms him up, in a decent way, of course. He gets happy to know that his best friend has someone who cares a lot about him.
Kuroo furrows his eyebrows though. As much as he loves how hot this kiss is, something is off. He places his hand on Sawamura’s shoulders and with all his willpower, he pulls his boyfriend away. He looks into his dull, alcohol-blurred eyes, and sighs a little.
“Well, it seems it’s time to go home.” Kuroo chuckles and nods, looking back at Bokuto. “Little bird needs some rest and some cuddles, too.”
“Cuddles, right.” Bokuto smirks slightly and hums softly as he places his beer can on the table before standing up to see them off. “Next time just stay over, I swear I sleep like a truck, Daichi!” He laughs and pats his shoulder.
Sawamura snorts and nods as well. “Hm. We’ll see.” He mumbles and just follows Kuroo out from Bokuto’s apartment.
They start to walk in silence, back to their home. Kuroo is holding Sawamura’s hand very tightly as they make their way back. Sawamura looks at him. He feels weird, to say the least. When Kuroo pulled him away he felt horrible, neglected, and very drunk. As if that was the moment he understood he had drunk too much. And now his boyfriend is dead serious, it seems. He can tell by how his jaw is tensed, very slightly, but tensed.
Sawamura wonders why; Kuroo has always been very touchy and he’s sure he wouldn’t really mind if they were to have sex in a public place. Or at least semi-public place. Is it because of Bokuto? Because Bokuto was watching? And what was that bullshit about kissing when they were younger? He finds himself frowning. He really is drunk, how can he get jealous of Kuroo’s childhood friend that looks like an adorable and very messy owl. He sighs heavily as he thinks that, if Kuroo would have wanted to be together with him, he would have been from long, long ago.
“What’s with you?” Kuroo finally speaks up, glancing over at Sawamura.
Sawamura shakes his head left to right. He’s drunk, but he knows he fucked it up. He knows how perceptive Kuroo is, so he would know if something was off. And Sawamura is an expert at communicating with his actions, even if he’s not so proud of that one. Just by kissing him in that moment, Kuroo could feel that that kiss had different intentions from the usual.
“I’m drunk.” He simply replies.
“Yeah, I know.” He arches his eyebrows. “But when we go out and get a bit tipsy you often loosen up and take me out to dance even if there’s no music playing and then you start kissing my neck and I start begging to go back home soon because I want to fuck you. But this time…” He shrugs a little. “Are you upset, Dai? Did something happen?”
“Just…” He lets out an airy chuckle and looks away, embarrassed. Kuroo notices his neck starts to turn red, “I was having weird thoughts for some reason. And I got drunk on that.”
“What? What thoughts?” Kuroo frowns now, worried that something bad have actually happened to him.
And Sawamura looks back at him. Oh, God. He’s worried. He better is honest, then. “… Insecurities about myself, I think? Sometimes I wonder if you would be better off with Bokuto.” He says, and as soon as he shuts his mouth, Kuroo takes a lot of air to reply, almost gasping, but Sawamura stops him, raising his hand. “I know it’s not like that.” He smiles, feeling a little confident again. “Don’t you get weird thoughts sometimes, Tetsu?”
Kuroo sighs heavily and looks at him. Then he smiles a little. “Like, that those thick thighs are too much for me to deserve them?”
Sawamura smirks and looks back at him.
Kuroo continues. “Well, I guess I used to have them, when Mr. Refreshing was with you more often.”
“Suga!?” Sawamura laughs, not believing it.
“Hey, not judging! You were getting jealous of that fluffy owl!” Kuroo smiles a little, now more relaxed that Sawamura’s aura feels lighter around him.
“It’s true.” He nods slowly and sighs, leaning against Kuroo as they walked. “I really want to get home.”
“So we can finish our make out session?” He snorts. “That was one sloppy kiss.”
“You enjoyed it, Tetsurou.” He rolls his eyes. “… I love you, Tetsu.” He mumbles after a few seconds of silence.
Kuroo smiles a little and nods. “Yeah, I love you too. I love everything about you, how I can be myself with you.”
“Don’t you get more comfortable with Bokuto, though?” He clears his throat.
“Well, the situations are different. When you are with your old friends, you change a little too. You become even more mother-like, and you smile sweetly and proudly at them. I don’t get those. But you let me see it anyway, right? You let me see every single angle of your personality, and I was trying to do the same. Sorry if I—” And he was interrupted by one of Sawamura’s kisses again.
This time the kiss is so intense and full of gratitude, that Kuroo can’t help but smile and wrap his arms around his lover. This one feels right, so he kisses him back for as long as he wants to. Sawamura pulls away a little later.
“You are always so wise, even if you look like a scarecrow.” He chuckles and pecks his lips.
“Excuse me? Well, I’m the worst scarecrow because all the birds tend to come my way.” He smiles and pulls Sawamura closer. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Tetsurou.”