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it was cold and windy. your typical winter day.
good for staying in and cuddling a whole damn lot and then some. maybe a couple mugs of hot beverages as well and a handful of heated kisses for good measure. shit, it was a tempting scenario.
the eijun, satoru and haruichi household, though, had run out of coffee. which instantly ruined the whole ideal scheme for the cold late afternoon. granted, while eijun and satoru leaned more towards the ‘tea people’ side of the spectrum, haruichi had serious trouble functioning without his daily quota of caffeine. so when haruichi was about to leave their shared apartment, intending to buy himself some much needed coffee grounds and return to the warmth of home as soon as possible, eijun stopped him by the front door and suggested they all went to a coffee shop instead. after all, as eijun claimed, since they were all going back to their respective towns for the holidays, they absolutely needed to go on a date before that.
that was your typical eijun reasoning. it wasn’t like haruichi or satoru were opposed to it, though, quickly and easily agreeing to it.
which was how they found themselves making their way through the slippery sidewalks of their neighborhood, hand in hand as the crispy air stumbled over their warm skin. still, even if the weather wasn’t the most favorable one for being outside, haruichi was beyond elated to be able to spend some quality time with his boyfriends, enjoy the company of the two boys he loved the most.
the coffee shop they usually frequented was a cozy and quiet place, affordable and extensive in its beverage options. as they made their way down the streets, haruichi tuned out his boyfriends’ enthusiastic discussion about pitching styles in favor of wordlessly recalling everything he still needed to pack before taking the train back home for the holidays. he had his fingers interlaced with eijun’s, both of their hands shoved deep into the comforting warmth of eijun’s left coat pocket.
as they turned on the last corner to the café’s street, haruichi buried his nose on his cream-colored scarf, breathing into the warm fabric.
so much for saying their favorite coffee place was quiet, when satoru pushed its door open, they found the shop bustling with movement, full of patrons occupying tables and asking for drinks. apparently, everyone on a fifty meter radio from the coffee shop had the same idea as them, looking for a cup of warmth in the midst of the outdoor cold.
as haruichi stepped to the side to let a girl exit the café, equally buried in layers and scarfs as haruichi while holding a to-go paper cup, he contemplated if it was better to let the impromptu date idea go to waste and simply return home. they could stop by a convenience store on the way back too, even if the thought was a bit depressing.
“we are here already. might as well grab a to-go drink at least.” satoru said, walking further inside the café.
“maybe we get lucky and find a table too!” eijun supplied excitedly as they stopped at the end of the ordering line.
an involuntary smile formed on haruichi’s lips, instantly contaminated by his boyfriends’ positive mindset. “why don’t you go look for a table for us then? i can place your orders as well.” he suggested, shooing both eijun and satoru away from the line. at this point, it was their best shot at finding an available table.
after eijun and satoru relayed their respective orders to him – eijun asking for a hot chocolate and satoru opting for a black tea and rose petals blend –, haruichi resumed his in line waiting while the other two boys looked for a spot for them. haruichi fished his phone from his coat’s pocket and replied to a few unanswered texts, sending a couple of messages to his brother as well, who was supposed to take the train back home that day.
finally, when it was his turn to order, haruichi shot a polite smile to the tired looking barista behind the cash register, placing his order in the most succinct way he could think and asking for a package of the coffee grounds the café sold (in order to restock their apartment with the essential good). after paying, he moved to the other end of the counter to wait for their beverages, shifting from texting to mindless scrolling through social media. then, when another tired looking barista – oh god, bless their laborious souls and all the shit and rude customers they have to put up with on the daily – handed haruichi the drinks he ordered, he smiled gratefully and thanked her, managing to hold onto all of the cups while looking for the all too familiar silhouettes of his boyfriends.
he found them sitting across each other on a small table near the end of the coffee shop, instantly making his way there and placing their drinks over the wooden surface. satoru smiled faintly at him in gratitude as eijun thanked him loudly while bouncing on his seat and reaching for his hot chocolate.
it was then that haruichi realized that there was a shortage of chairs around their table, finding no seat for him as he stood dumbly by the table. he looked around quickly – trying to find an available chair he could borrow – but, it was evident, they were all occupied. honestly, it was kind of a miracle to have found a table in those conditions in the first place.
maybe the price to do so was a chair, haruichi pondered wordlessly, chuckling at his own silly thought processes.
well, he could always just crouch by the table for a bit. he was no catcher, that was for sure, but playing baseball for so long sure did train one’s whole body and haruichi trusted his leg strength, thank you very much.
he had just crouched when satoru suggested, “just sit on my lap.”
before he could as so much as process the offering, eijun interfered, “hell no, how did you decide that? harucchi should sit on my lap!”
“i said it first.” satoru replied childishly, almost puffing his cheeks out in clear annoyance. on an usual day, haruichi would find the infantile behavior almost cute, if he wasn’t fucking speechless that his two dork boyfriends were actually discussing over that.
“what does that have to do with anything?” eijun shot back.
they went on with that confusing (and honestly hard to keep up with) back-and-forth, each fervently claiming that they were not only the worthy one, but also the best choice when it came to a ‘lap seat’, as they were referring to it. maybe it was the whole rivalry pitcher thing spreading out of the baseball field, but eijun and satoru looked way too invested in that stupid discussion, more so than in actually deciding in whose lap haruichi got to seat on.
(speaking of, he was still crouching, for fuck’s sake.)
(adorable idiots.)
when haruichi’s astonishment wore off, and then his disbelief, and then his speechlessness, he realized that eijun and satoru were gathering quite the unwanted attention from the other tables nearby. which honestly was completely justifiable. who, on a normal day, just happened to hear two young adults trying to set a showdown with a pitching competition? and in the middle of a coffee shop?
haruichi couldn’t take them anywhere now, could he?
unfortunately for him, considering how far gone he was for these two doofus, haruichi happened to find the whole thing rather endearing other than laughable. (not that he would say so out loud, though. eijun would never let him hear the end of it.)
“just decide it with jankenpon.” haruichi finally suggested, instantly halting eijun’s and satoru’s heated argument.
“oh! great idea, harucchi!” eijun agreed with a large smile. “let’s do this satoru!”
satoru seemed ready to go at any time, nodding with determined features similar enough to the ones he usually wore on the mound. eijun looked equally prepared to take on the challenge, fists clenched tight over his thighs. haruichi couldn’t hold back the amused snort that left his lips even if he tried, pleased eyes taking on every tense filled action.
it felt like only a fleeting instant, and then eijun was groaning in despair over the cushions of his armchair, his loss crystallized by his rock’s blatant defeat to satoru’s paper. eijun was still dramatically trashing his body in frustration when satoru circled haruichi’s wrist with gentle fingers and tugged him up and towards his lap, looking way too smug because of that one win.
haruichi couldn’t help but smile, pecking satoru’s cheek when he was properly seated over his surprisingly somewhat soft (but still firm) and comfortable thighs. he reached for his cup to sip his black coffee and relished his new seat, much more comforting and warm than his last option (which didn’t even count as a seat in the first place).
then, more stupefying than the previous possessive-based argument was the revelation that satoru was being very touchy. shockingly so for someone that usually wasn’t prone to display public affection. not that haruichi was complaining (quite the opposite actually), but that was, to say the least, unexpected behavior for satoru. the casual hand around his waist, the eventual brushing of his strands of hair to the side and the intimate puffs of air hitting the skin of his nape, though, cleared haruichi’s mind of any questioning, making him feel rather grateful for the lack of a chair instead.
if satoru was doing all of that to piss off and rile eijun up a bit more, haruichi didn’t know, preoccupied only with letting his body gradually melt over satoru’s broad chest. if it was purposeful or not, it didn’t matter. eijun looked so pretty and dejected on his armchair, kissable pout on his plump lips and golden eyes full of what could only be described by want. he looked like he would do anything to join them, dying to participate in their cuddling, but refrained himself from doing so since they were in a public space.
the rest of their date went pretty much like that, each of them sipping silently on their warm beverages while satoru and haruichi interlaced limbs, melted onto each other, eijun all the while brooding in his own, lonely corner. when they were done, warm enough to walk back home through the cold, they stepped out on the streets again, wrapping scarves around their necks and huddling close for more warmth.
as if to make up to him, satoru suddenly cradled eijun’s cheeks and kissed him, long and deep, until eijun’s eyes were wide and practically sparkling, his face crimson from something other than the cold. haruichi, too, interlaced their fingers together and squeezed, pecking the corners of his lips until he was kissing him properly, licking around his mouth and lightening a fire inside them all.
eijun demanded more, always so hungry after a little taste. he was always like that, always wanting more, and more, and more. and then some. never really satisfied. satoru and haruichi, over the years, drowned in that, unsatisfied too, always willing to give, and give, and give.
the cold didn’t feel as harsh on the way back. maybe because of the drinks, maybe because of the kisses; they didn’t care to know. it was pure warmth. they only wanted more of it, the three of them looking forward to, at last, being back home for some more warmth.
eijun taught them about abundance, and they drowned in it too.
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