Chapter Text
Akaashi has always fantasized about fucking his best friend. No, he fantasized about getting fucked by his best friend. He wants to get absolutely ruined and reduced to a mess with those round doe golden eyes looking down at him. He wants to feel those calloused hands roaming his body and feeling him up. Those thick fingers inside him. That tongue eating him out. Those lips insulting the shit out of him. Call it a degradation kink or masochism or whatever, he really never cared about those titles. But now, all he wants is for Bokuto to pin him to a wall and turn him into a mess. Or slam his body against the lockers strongly enough that he’d get a bruise or two. Just the thought of pain inflicted by Bokuto is enough to drive him nuts.
He’s always so close yet he’s still so far.
“Ah, Bokuto san—“ he panted and started stroking himself harder. His breath getting more rapid as he feels himself getting closer to the edge. Just the thought of Bokuto is enough to make him climax. He bit into his pillow and started touching himself with his free hand. He brushed his fingers over his nipples and choked out a low moan.
“Yes you little slut, you really like saying my name while touching yourself like that? Look at how filthy you are.”
“Kou- koutarou!” And he came. He came by hearing Bokuto’s voice in his head calling him a filthy slut.
Shit, I’m fucked for real.
He told himself as he cleaned up the white streaks of cum that messed up his newly changed sheets.
Only if I could tell him how much I want to feel him.
“Seriously Keiji what the hell? Snap out of it already” he slapped himself in the face and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He recalled the words his friends told him.
“Keiji-chan you’re so pretty, stopping putting yourself down like that” he recalled Oikawa telling him.
That fucking liar, he’s the one who should look at himself in the mirror. Flawless beauty.
“Keiji you’re the prettiest out of us.”
“Kou-chan that’s harsh, you know I’m the prettiest.”
“Tooru, no.”
“But-“
“You’re pretty but Keiji is way prettier.”
“Ushiwaka-chan says I’m the prettiest so I won’t believe a word you say.”
“That’s not how it works.”
“I don’t care.”
He recalled the conversation between his 2 best friends, none other than the flawless beauty: Oikawa Tooru and the prettiest person he ever laid his eyes on: Sugawara Koushi.
He cleaned up the mess he made and went about his day. He decided to sleep over his desperation but the thought was cut short when he heard his phone ring.
Who could it be at fucking 1 in the morning?!
He walked over to his desk where his phone sat and he tsked before checking who was calling him.
Incoming call: Bokuto san <3
When did he add the heart next to his name?
He couldn’t recall. Probably Bokuto added it himself while Keiji wasn’t aware.
He picked up the call and hesitated for a second.
It must be something important for him to call me this late, yes, probably something that couldn’t wait till tomorrow at practice.
“Good evening, Bokuto san.”
“Akaashi..”
Keiji could hear Bokuto saying his name but it was lower than usual, it wasn’t the loud voice he was used to.
It was a really low muffled voice.
“Bokuto san, are you okay?”
“Yes— I’m fine.” He managed to choke out.
“That’s good to hear, I was about to go to bed. Did you need something?”
Thump thump, thump thump,...
He could hear the loud beat in his chest, his heart threatening to jump out of his mouth.
“Can you just.. talk to me? ”
Talk? Just talk? Is he fucking serious?
“Yes sure, Bokuto san. What do you want to talk about?”
He was gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.
“Anything, let’s talk about anything.” There was a slight pant in his voice. “Tell me about your day, Akaashi.” He extended the syllables of Akaashi’s name which earned him a gulp and a flush spread across Akaashi’s face.
“Uh- my day? It’s rather boring but fine I’ll talk about it if it’ll make you happy.”
“Thank you.”
He could practically hear Bokuto smiling on the other end of the call and he felt a small smile form across his own face.
“I went home after school, got my assignments done and called Suga and Tooru. They wanted to come over but I convinced them that they shouldn’t come all the way to Tokyo while they went back to Miyagi to visit their families. And then-“
And then he heard it...
A muffled moan
Is he jerking off?! What the fuck?! Is he jerking off to my voice?!
He felt offended as if he didn’t jerk off to the thought of Bokuto shoving his fingers up his tight ass every night.
“Akaashi- please continue.”
“I’m listening.”
“Tell me what did you do next.”
Two can play this game.
“Mhm let’s see what I did next.”
He positioned himself on his bed and pulled out his half hard cock and started stroking it till hardness.
“I did absolutely nothing, Bokuto san.”
“Nothing?” He choked out.
Akaashi could now feel Bokuto panting into the phone.
“Bokuto san, what are you doing?”
“I- nothing.”
“Are you sure? I have ears you know.”
“I’m doing nothing.”
“So you call jerking off to my voice nothing?”
“I- “
“I guess I’m doing nothing as well.”
He smiled mischievously to himself as he can already picture Bokuto coming undone at his words.
Ah, control, I love it so dearly.
“Akaashi...”
“What is it, Bokuto san?”
“Keep talking.”
“Are you telling me what to do?”
“Yes.” He managed to choke out.
“Bokuto san, what do you want me to say?”
“What are you wearing?”
“You really want to know?”
“Y-yes.”
“A pair of sweatpants and a hoodie.” He paused.
“And red boxers..” he smirked.
“So, Bokuto san, anything else you want me to say?” His voice dropping a few octaves. He’d do anything to see Bokuto right now.
“Akaashi...”
“Yes, Bokuto san?” He was now breathing heavily, stroking his own length and imagining what it would feel like if it was Bokuto feeling him up like that.
Fuck
I need him
“I’m sorry.” He groaned into the phone and started panting. Akaashi knew that Bokuto was now orgasming.
“It’s okay Bokuto san, you were probably pent up.” He chuckled while his hand was creeping under his own shirt.
“Help a guy out, will you?”
Bokuto took the hint and he blushed.
“What do you need me to do?”
It’s okay, you can do it. What’s the worst that could happen?
You’ll lose your friend and the love of your life.
Oh shit no.
Fuck it.
“Call me a slut.” “No, your slut.”
I really did it, fuck.
“But, Akaashi this is rude-“
“Just do it.” “Please.” He added.
“I- fine.”
Bokuto took a deep breath.
Am I seriously doing this with Akaashi?
I mean- it’s my fault for calling him. Damn it Kuroo, you and your stupid ideas.
“Louder, I can’t hear you.”
It’s like a switch was flipped.
“Huh?” Choked out Akaashi.
“I can’t hear you, raise your voice.”
“How am I supposed to make you my slut if I can’t even hear you?”
“Acting all shy and shit? We both know this isn’t you.”
He moaned at the tone of Bokuto’s voice, it was deep and soaked in lust. He never heard this voice before and he certainly didn’t hate it, on the contrary, he wanted more.
“Please, one more time.”
“My slut.” He hissed into the phone.
Akaashi cursed under his breath before he came in waves.
Oh shit that was so hot.
He pants and tries to talk but he’s just too euphoric right now. He was riding his orgasm, no damn it he was levitating.
Kamisama, is this legal?
Seems like I will finally tick something off my list.
“Bokuto san, thank you.”
“Uh- sure..”
“Goodnight Bokuto san.”
“Wait wait slow down.”
“Yes?”
“Are you just um going to sleep like that?”
“Yes, I don’t see where the problem is.”
Fuck! This has all the problems in the world. How am I supposed to look at him now without picturing him jerking off?!
“I mean-“
“Bokuto san, let’s not make this awkward for both of us.”
“Yeah, right.”
“See you tomorrow Bokuto san.”
“Yes. See you tomorrow Akaashi.”
And then he hung up.
This was a mistake.
*****
Keiji stayed up all night, he was staring off into the ceiling and wondering if what happened was a mistake or not.
Maybe he likes me?
No, Bokuto san is friendly towards everyone.
But he wouldn’t call Komi or Konoha to hear their voices while he jerks off. Or does he?
He dismissed these ridiculous thoughts and as he was about to fall asleep, his alarm rang signaling that it was 5:30 in the morning.
Fuck!
He hissed under his breath and got up to get ready for the confrontation he’s been dreading for the past 5 hours. Before he left the house, he glanced at his reflection in the mirror to make sure that everything is in place.
Perfect.
He made his way to the university’s gym, luckily Bokuto wasn’t his roommate, not even living in the same dormitory as him. He didn’t know how he’d be able to keep his composure if Bokuto slept in the same apartment as him every night. Man that’d be hard. It took every single drop of his self control not to shove Bokuto into the nearest empty bathroom stall and have him fuck him senseless every time he saw him getting changed after practice. Akaashi still liked to refer to Bokuto as the ace even though Ushijima occupies that spot now. He’s mostly benched beside Suga since Tooru is their starting setter. Not that he minds but he misses being on the starting line. He occasionally plays but it’s rare; Suga is having it harder though. He sometimes thinks he should’ve quit like Kenma did but he’s glad he didn’t. University volleyball is completely different than high school volleyball. It’s way more...exciting?
Bokuto sometimes throws a tantrum when it’s not Akaashi setting for him, expected of Bokuto. But Akaashi thinks it’s cute.
He smiled to himself as he entered the empty gym. Weird.
Where is he?
He looked around. Maybe he was in the locker room.
He checked.
Not there.
The bathroom?
Not there.
The showers?
Not there.
The storage room?
No.
Where the hell is he? Don’t tell me he feels embarrassed?!
He snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed Kuroo entering the gym.
“Good morning Kuroo san.”
“Kaashi drop the formalities already! It’s Tetsu chan now!”
“I’ll try.”
“Where’s your puppy? He’s not here yet?”
“My puppy?” Shit that was meant to be innocent isn’t it?
“Yeah, he follows you around like a lost puppy.”
“You mean Bokuto san?”
“Is there another puppy following you around?” He smirked at a very confused Akaashi.
Fucking dick, I hate that shitty smirk.
“Yeah there are a lot of puppies on campus, I even bring them dog food. Why Kuroo san? You want some dog food too?”
Just wipe that disgusting smirk off your face damn it.
He succeeded though, Kuroo was momentarily confused.
“Hahahaha nice one Keiji.”
“ I wasn’t joking.”
“Oh-“
“HEY HEY HEY!!!”
They both turned to the direction of that always cheery voice. To Kuroo it was just his best bro greeting them. But to Akaashi it was more than that. Kuroo went on ahead and gave his best friend a hug and a dramatic pat on the back while Akaashi stood frozen in place.
You’re a mature man, you can do it.
“Good morning, Bokuto san.” He said while flashing his best smile at Bokuto.
“Hey, Akaashi.” He gulped and then averted his gaze. This weird interaction had Kuroo looking back and forth at both of them.
“Did y’all fuck?”
“No, Kuroo san, and even if we did, it’s non of your business.”
“We didn’t fuck?”
I knew he was an idiot to some extent but this is too much. He just called me his slut last night and now he doesn’t know that what we did wasn’t fucking?