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“Can’t you get someone to take it?”, a woman in red huffed, she clutched a blue umbrella and seemed to be in a rush. The sun had set long ago but the postmen and postwomen were hot on their feet delivering mail around before their shifts ended.
The man having the heated argument with the woman rubbed his temple with one hand and stuffed the other into his pocket. “Woman, just deliver the package and go home”, he yelled. From a distance, a pair of ears and gunmetal eyes observed the feud behind a pillar.
“Akaashi!”, a voice yelled from behind the silent eavesdropper. The eavesdropper, Akaashi jumped and spun around, his cheeks were flushed from the embarrassment of having been caught in the act.
“Hey”, he tried to brush off the fact that he had been spying on the quarrelling pair. Akaashi fidgeted with his fingers, trying to think of something to say but his friend beat him to it.
“You know if you really want to help her, you can just ask”, he smirked. Akaashi gritted his jaw, “I know and I will ask”. “Yeah, sure”, the other scoffed, leaning his back against the same pillar.
Akaashi let out a small laugh, pulling his coat tighter around his frail body to shield him from the cold autumn breeze. “I just didn’t want to get involved in the argument. That lady seems to be in a hurry and I finished my shift but I don’t have anywhere else to be right now”. “I know you don’t”, the latter smiled.
“That’s what I admire about you. You’re willing to help anyone even when you have nothing to gain”.
“It’s nothing like that”, Akaashi looked up to the dark sky. “I’m just bored”.
“So, do you need me to ask for you?”, the man leaning against the pillar inquired. “No, don’t worry about it”, Akaashi straightened his back before walking away towards the arguing couple. “Tomorrow then, Akaashi. I’ve got a fuming boyfriend to return to”, his friend, Hajime waved.
Akaashi just tilted his head in his friend’s direction. “Oh, come on, it’s just one package. Please, get someone to deliver it for me. I need to return to my husband and children”, the woman begged but the man by the office remained cold as ever.
“Ma’am your shift hasn’t ended so you must finish de-”
“Excuse me”, a voice squeaked from behind them. “Akaashi?”, the man raised an eyebrow. “Why haven’t you gone home? Isn’t your shift over?”
“I can help you deliver the package”, Akaashi blurted a little louder than he expected. “Oh, finally”, the woman clutched Akaashi’s arm gratefully. “Here”, she dumped the package in his arms. “Thank you so much dear”, she smiled.
“Unlike some people who don’t understand the concept of favours”, she sneered at the other man before holding her umbrella higher. She hurried down the road, leaving Akaashi and the boss of the office alone.
“That woman”, the elder man sighed, his hands now on his waist. “I’m sorry about that, if you want someone else to deliver that I can call somebody”, he offered.
“No, sir”, Akaashi backed away, clutching the package tightly in his arms. “Alright then”, the man said, raising an arm to fix his hat.
“Good night sir”, Akaashi started down the opposite side of the road. He glanced at the address. The initial address was cancelled out and replaced with another. Akaashi recognised the place, which was the local bar because his friend, Hajime often invited him there with his boyfriend, Toru.
Not everyone in their area were completely accepting towards homosexuality or any other sexuality besides being hetero but that didn’t stop Hajime from announcing that he had a boyfriend at any given opportunity.
If only I had that confidence, Akaashi thought as he continued his journey down a few blocks before he was just a street away from the bar.
But the second his set his eyes on it, he was hit with a wash of instant regret.
The bar was overflowing with people. Why’s it so crowded today?
Akaashi thought over the festivals or any upcoming celebrations but there weren’t any special occasions. Then, his eyes wandered over to the vehicles outside the bar.
Army jeeps.
Akaashi felt his hands tremble but he hadn’t even entered the bar yet. He tried to distract his mind by fumbling with the package in his hands as he approached the entrance to the bar. He waited momentarily for someone to notice a postman outside but no one came.
Akaashi waited for five minutes. Then ten.
And soon it had been an entire half an hour but no one had come out nor had anyone gone in.
Akaashi sighed. He debated leaving the package by the sidewalk or entering the bar and giving it to the bartender. Of course, the second option was what he had to do but the first was extremely tempting.
“Fuck”, Akaashi mumbled as he pushed the glass door of the bar open and he was immediately hit by the strong scent of alcohol, cigarette smoke and sweat.
The bar was an ocean of sequins and mostly unbuttoned tuxedos. One group seemed to be the centre of attention where a group of men sat together. They each had a glass in hand filled with drinks from every colour of the rainbow.
The all over smell made Akaashi almost lose his balance but he focused his gaze on the bartender at the corner of the bar. Akaashi managed to squeeze through the swarm of people. Ladies tried grabbing at him and a few men eyed him strangely but finally he reached the counter.
“Excuse me”, Akaashi said, out of breath but the loud music drowned out his voice.
“Excuse me!”, he tried again, louder this time. Akaashi waved his hand a few times until the bartender noticed him. “Please give this to…”, he read the name at the top of the package.
“Koutaro Bokuto”, someone answered from behind Akaashi. Akaashi turned around, surprised by the voice behind him. A tall man with black hair and eyes sharper than a knife answered him.
“Oh, are you him, sir?”, Akaashi tried his hardest not to stutter but this man seemed so intimidating that he would have darted out the door.
“Ah, no. I’m Kuroo. Kuroo Tetsurou”, the tall man smirked. “Bokuto’s an acquaintance of mine”.
“We fought in the war together”, Kuroo said to the quivering Akaashi.
“Right”, Akaashi muttered softly before handing the package to him. “Please give this to him”, Akaashi said, averting his eyes to the package.
He was just waiting to get home and lay in his bed.
Why did I even volunteer to help? Akaashi gritted his jaw again, he did that often when he was deep in thought.
“No”, Kuroo said blankly.
“No?”, Akaashi looked at him, confused. “You’re the postman, so you deliver it to him yourself”, Kuroo took hold of Akaashi’s pale arm and pulled him towards the group of young men at the other end of the bar.
“I- wait”, Akaashi tried to pull his arm away but Kuroo’s iron grip was no match for his weak tugs. Akaashi shouted for Kuroo to release his arm but it was no use against the loud music and constant cheers from the crowd.
Not to mention, the strong smell of the alcohol was so intoxicating, Akaashi could feel his body starting to get tired. Finally, Kuroo stopped which brought Akaashi to a halt as well but he didn’t let his arm go just yet.
Kuroo yanked Akaashi forward as the smaller man tumbled forward with his package in his arms.
“Bokuto, he’s got a package for you”, Kuroo smirked again. Akaashi noticed that he did that often.
Usually, Akaashi wasn’t this nervous with others but from the way the men surrounding him were staring him down like he was a full-course meal, he couldn’t help but tremble uncontrollably. “For me?”, the man right behind Akaashi said softly.
He took a step forward right before Akaashi could turn around and they locked eyes.
“Damn”, the man sighed. Akaashi was almost knocked off his knees from the man in front of him. His hair was black with white streaks from his roots downwards.
And his golden eyes pierced Akaashi’s.
His body was toned from his bulging muscles through his thin shirt. Akaashi felt his heart race.
What’s happening to me?
“So, that’s for me?”, the man whom Akaashi now knew was Bokuto said. His deep voice made
Akaashi blush as he quickly looked away. He couldn’t manage any words so he just nodded, his eyes fixed on the package again.
Akaashi’s slightly overgrown hair fell in front of his face, shielding him from Bokuto’s stare.
“Here”, he pushed his arms forward. He wanted nothing more than to leave at this point but not out of fear but at how attracted he was to the golden-eyed man. The half-drunk soldier laughed and took the package from him.
He handed it to the man behind him before grabbing a glass with a red liquid in it and handing it to Akaashi.
“No, thank you. I have to go”, Akaashi took a step back. He was about to leave but Bokuto grabbed his arm this time.
What is it with soldiers and grabbing arms? Akaashi thought as he tried to pull his arm back from the soldier that he was obviously no match for.
Bokuto didn’t even have to try as he pulled Akaashi forward. The smaller male crashed into the hard chest of the soldier. He felt his entire body get hot. “I-”, Akaashi began.
“Drink”, Bokuto handed him the drink again. He stretched his lips into the most charming smile Akaashi had ever seen.
“Come on, won’t you drink for the men who risk their lives for the country?”, Kuroo added. The rest of the soldiers nodded, raising their glasses at one another.
Akaashi sighed before taking the glass from Bokuto. When he did, Bokuto’s hand brushed against his own and Akaashi almost let out a gasp. Bokuto smirked at Akaashi’s reaction and watched as Akaashi brought the glass to his lips and gulped every drop of the red liquid down.
It was so disgustingly bitter and Akaashi coughed a few times to get rid of the burning sensation in his throat.
“What was that?”, Akaashi asked between coughs, only being familiar with the occasional sips of wine or beer at work parties but he had never tried anything this strong. “It’s just a little starter”, Kuroo answered as he raised the bottle.
“Argentine malbec. Ahh, it’s just about 13% alcohol. A baby’s drink”, he laughed.
Did he just say 13%? Akaashi’s eyes widened at the cup in his hand. He knew that he had an extremely low alcohol tolerance especially after the first time he had gotten drunk during Hajime’s birthday. He remembered the intense hangover he had the day after. Just the memory of it made him shudder.
“I should really go”, Akaashi stood abruptly. “Have a good day, gentlemen and thank you for serving our country”.
Kuroo was about to interject but Bokuto interrupted him, “Your welcome”, he raised his glass. Akaashi nodded and began walking back through the crowd to the door of the bar. He finally made it outside where the icy wind felt like a comforting slap in the face.
He was about to make his way down the stairs when suddenly his knees gave in and he tumbled to the floor. His vision blurred and he felt his breathing accelerate.
Shit, I shouldn’t have finished that drink. Akaashi held his throbbing head.
He rested his head against the wall beside him, trying to think straight. “Home… I have to go home”, he mumbled to no one in particular. “Well, look who’s still here?”, a familiar raspy voice asked from behind him. Akaashi grabbed onto the wall, trying to stand up.
When he finally got up on his feet, he was face to face, well more like face to chest with none other than Bokuto.
“Fuck”, he cursed. Both of them were drunk and both were at their most vulnerable state. Bokuto raised his hand to Akaashi’s face and brushed the hair out of his face so he could look into those gorgeous blue eyes that appeared to be a shade of vivid green under the light.
Bokuto stared so intently for a while that Akaashi couldn’t stand it any longer. His thoughts ran wild and he couldn’t control his overflowing emotions.
Akaashi leaned forward to whisper, “I’ll probably hate myself for doing this but…”, his voice drifted off as he inched his lips towards Bokuto to kiss him.
Bokuto couldn’t control himself either especially at the sight of the gorgeous and vulnerable man in front of him as he kissed him back with equal passion. He pushed his tongue into Akaashi’s mouth, making him gasp.
Bokuto ran his hand down Akaashi’s back and into his coat. Akaashi felt his body tremble when Bokuto placed his hand under his shirt and touched his skin. His hand moved towards Akaashi’s belt but Akaashi stopped him.
“N-not here”, he whimpered between kisses.
Bokuto smirked as he hooked his arms under Akaashi’s legs and carried him to a car right behind the row of army jeeps. He placed the drunken smaller male in the passenger seat of the Porsche and took his place at the steering wheel.
Throughout the ride Bokuto kept a hand on Akaashi’s thigh. Akaashi was too drunk to realize what was happening until he saw the bulge in his pants.
Akaashi turned sober for a mere second as he noticed that he was no longer in the car. He was moving. Walking? No, his legs weren’t touching the floor.
I’m being…carried? Akaashi opened an eye slightly and he saw a pair of golden eyes glisten in the dark room.
“Where…”, Akaashi whispered. Bokuto smirked. His own face was flushed, just as drunk as Akaashi but his desire was strong enough to keep him somewhat sober. He lay Akaashi down on the bed and pinned his arms above his head. Even in the dark, Akaashi looked beautiful as ever.
His coat was on the chair and the shirt and soft jeans he had on underneath were crumpled and begging to be taken off.
Bokuto moved closer, placing his head in the crook of Akaashi’s neck. He traced his tongue along the side of the whimpering man’s neck.
Akaashi quivered from the arousal. Hours of masturbation at home were nothing compared to this. He knew that it would be a mistake to lose his virginity to a man he hardly knew but he would never find someone with equal desire.
“B-Bokuto”, Akaashi whined softly as Bokuto began leaving marks all over the blank canvas beneath him. “I’ve fucked so many girls before but not a girl like you”, Bokuto said as he took off Akaashi’s shirt.
Girl? I’m not a girl, Akaashi wanted to say but the heat of the moment was too intense for Akaashi to correct him.
Bokuto moved down to Akaashi’s chest, savouring every inch of skin he could touch. Under the dim moonlight, Akaashi’s pale skin was so radiant.
His glossy eyes shone brightly as tears filled them from his lustful ecstasy. Bokuto licked Akaashi’s sore nipple, skilfully sucking to tease the moaning man. He cherished the other one just as much, sloppily kissing and licking. He kept his eyes fixed on Akaashi the entire time, loving the aroused expression on his face.
“Fuck, just fuck”, Bokuto let out a growl. “Why do you have to be so damn hot?”, he groaned. He moved back upwards to roughly kiss Akaashi’s lips. Bokuto’s lips then travelled to Akaashi’s ear.
He nibbled on Akaashi’s ear as Akaashi let out an even louder moan though he had been trying to control himself from making much noise.
“Let me hear you”, Bokuto smirked. “Shit. I can’t hold it any longer”, his eyes wandered to the expression of the drunk bottom that had desperation written all over his face.
He moved closer to Akaashi’s ear again, this time to whisper the words that made Akaashi harder than he had ever been.
“Can I put it in?”
Akaashi panted heavily as the bulge in his pants twitched and he had never had such desire towards someone as he did now. “Yes”, he panted. “Please, Bokuto. P-put it in”, Akaashi begged. His red face and beautiful eyes were all it took for Bokuto to take off his own clothes and pull of Akaashi’s belt and jeans.
“That’s funny”, Bokuto let out a sexy chuckle. “I don’t remember girls having dicks”. Akaashi couldn’t hear what he was saying as he was high in his own ecstasy. He was shocked at Bokuto’s size.
Fuck. That’ll probably reach my fucking head once it’s in.
Bokuto didn’t spare a moment as he pushed himself into Akaashi.
“Aahh-ah-fuck”, Akaashi moaned. His tears trickled down his cheeks as his back formed a perfect arch which turned Bokuto on even more. Bokuto smirked at the perfect man he was mercilessly fucking.
“Wow, you’re tight”, he teased. “But did you really think that was all”, he licked his lips. Akaashi was panting but mustered the strength to look and he noticed that only half of what Bokuto had to offer was in him.
“Fuck, that’s- aahhhh”, Akaashi shut his eyes as his hole was tortured again.
Bokuto pushed his entire length inside Akaashi. Akaashi thought it would be bad enough here until Bokuto grabbed onto Akaashi’s twitching dick. He wrapped his tongue around it, swirling his tongue around the head, teasingly.
“Hnnghhh”, Akaashi shuddered. His whole body was hot and his drool was pouring from the side of his lips. “Mmhhh-”, Akaashi bit his lip which he didn’t realise enticed Bokuto so much, he began jerking his hips forward.
“Ahhh- I’m go-gonna come”, Akaashi winced. He couldn’t even breathe and he could feel Bokuto’s length all the way up his stomach.
“Aahhh”, Akaashi breathed out as he ejaculated all over Bokuto’s face. Bokuto greedily slurped on the white fluid. Akaashi looked at him, trying to calm his racing heart and uncontrollable breath. They locked eyes for a moment as Akaashi watched Bokuto wipe the dripping liquid from the side of his mouth.
Akaashi blushed, trying his hardest to think straight but Bokuto didn’t give him a moment of rest as he began grinding against his hips again.
Akaashi didn’t have the strength to lift himself up so Bokuto grabbed his pale thighs and flipped him over. He pulled Akaashi on his knees.
“Oh fuck”, Bokuto cursed, making Akaashi flustered. “So beautiful”, he whispered as he inserted himself into Akaashi from behind. Akaashi felt his insides tremble from Bokuto’s size.
“W-wait I-I-Aahhhh”, his protests fell on deaf ears as Bokuto pushed himself further into Akaashi. Akaashi grabbed his own dick, pleasuring himself from the front as Bokuto stretched out his ass from the back.
Akaashi’s pre-cum wasn’t enough to soften his entrance. He let out a moan as he felt his cum drip down the hand which he wrapped around his twitching dick and onto the sheets below him from Bokuto mercilessly pounding into his ass since they hadn’t lubed up beforehand.
Bokuto jerked his head back as he reached his own limit. “Mmhhh”, he groaned as he came in Akaashi, filling the bottom up. Akaashi came again for the second time as his semen soaked the white sheets but he felt so full from Bokuto’s ejaculation.
“You’re gorgeous”, Bokuto panted, turning Akaashi around on his back.
Bokuto pushed himself upwards to gaze into Akaashi’s eyes as they shared another kiss. Akaashi felt every bit of energy disappear from his body as his eyes began to close. “I still don’t know your name”, Bokuto said gently as he played with Akaashi’s hair.
“Akaashi…Keiji”, Akaashi whispered and the last thing he saw were the glistening golden eyes before he fell into slumber.
Akaashi awoke the next morning feeling a sharp pain down his back. He sat up in bed, not recognizing the room. He was about to stand when he noticed the black and white hair of a muscular man sleeping next to him.
He gasped, realizing that both of them were naked. To make matters worse he was having a throbbing headache. Shit. Where the fuck am I? Akaashi thought as he put on his clothes and realized that there were a few drops of blood on the bed.
Did I do that? Akaashi’s eyes widened in shock and he turned red in embarrassment. He grabbed his things and hobbled out the door, careful to not awake the man he spent the night with. He tried his hardest to recall the previous night but all that flashed through his mind were a pair of gorgeous golden eyes.
Bokuto…
Akaashi snapped out of his daydream, limping weakly out of the building as he tried to erase the memories of the night before.