four guys and a plan

by mysteryspot_duhh

Summary:

It's just one of their silly little fantasies; a plan Akaashi and Kei concocted in one of their drinking sessions. The plan is : 1.Grab a horny guy at a gay bar and take him home with them for a threesome, 2. Kick him out of the house after the sex and 3. Pray to God they never see him again.

But now, there are 1. Two horny guys, 2. One of them makes tea at 2.30 am and 3. Um, yeahhh, the plan goes off the rails.

'You know what they say, if the plan doesn't work -- change the plan, not the goal.'

Notes:

This is my gift for @megoomies on Twitter.

I took one of your prompt and went into town with it. Writing a four people dynamic is quite a challenge that sometimes I can't even see how the fic forms. I just really hope you like it.

He can feel his hands shaking. The world around him–well at least, the little cubicle he's in right now–is mercilessly shaken, following the thrumming beat of the techno beat on the dance floor. Kei stands up from the toilet seat, smoothed the wrinkles in his black dress pants and opens the cubicle door to see Akaashi waiting for him at the sink. 

Akaashi has one of his pretty little smiles on his face, the one that says, Hey, believe me. Tonight's gonna be fun. He waits for Kei to come closer before he grabs the blond's waist and slots their hips together. "You've put it in right?" 

Kei gasps as Akaashi runs his hands on his ass. Nods a little, before melting in Akaashi's warm embrace. They stay like that for a little bit before Akaashi kisses his neck and pulls them apart. "Now, give me your ring."

Kei furrows his eyebrows looking at the silver band on his left hand. He bites his lips as his thumb turns the ring on his finger, the gesture that he knows doesn't escape Akaashi's notice. 

"Can't I keep it on?" He says weakly.

Akaashi cups his face with both hands, thumbs skimming along his lips, cheeks and jaw, "We could keep them on, but how many men would like to have a threesome with other married men?" 

Kei releases an indignant whine. 

"I'm sure one of them would!" It comes out a bit harsh and Kei bites the inside of his cheeks to keep quiet. 

From the corner of his eyes, he sees a guy getting on with his business in one of the urinal bowls. He pays the guy with the strange hair no mind and looks into Akaashi 's teal blue eyes. He then gestures at the toilet door leading to the hall. "There's a lot of horny little fucks out there who surely wants a piece of you whether you're married or not. And it's not cheating since I'll be there with you too!"

"Kei, honey," Akaashi says with the patience of a saint, "We have a plan, remember?" Akaashi brushes the hair that's sticking on his forehead with such gentleness. The action makes Kei's a bit calmer but he dreads what is coming from his husband's mouth. "We're gonna go out there, get a guy who wants to fuck the both of us, get home, get laid, pray to God we'll never have to see them again and finally take you to this one cafe Konoha told me about." Akaashi has both of his hands in his palms, "Unless, you don't want to do it anymore?"

He gulps. 

The plan. 

The plan that they've been talking about for almost a year. The plan to invite someone over in an attempt to spice up their sex life–which Kei insists they don't need any, at first. The plan that is born when they're both a little bit drunk and one of the handsome chefs on the screen starts to roll their sleeves to their elbows and bits of veins can be seen when they're chopping onions.

Kei grits his teeth, "No, no. We've talked about this and I want to do it–all of those things you said and especially the cafe. But I can't help but be nervous. What if I like them but you don't? Or you like them and I don't? Or they like you but not me?" 

"Darling, I need you to shut up. There's no way that they're gonna like me and not you. Besides, if they don't like one of us, they're probably shit anyway."

"Keiji, you're much nicer than me. What if–" He doesn't finish his sentence–or rather, he is silenced–because Akaashi  is pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth. 

He releases a shaky breath when Akaashi starts to fuck his mouth with his tongue, his fingers running around the globe of his ass and found the slightest bump between the crease of his pants where the butt plug sits comfortably and starts to push it in and out lightly through the pants. Their dicks brush on each other through the fabric and Kei feels he could come, just like this.

"No more of that kind of talk," Akaashi says after Kei's hips start to twitch uncomfortably, warm breath all over his lips, "I know that you're nervous about it and so am I. But we have a plan, we'll just need to stick to the plan."

Kei's mind, now foggy with wants and needs, barely notices the man with the strange hair besides them, washing his hands and basically reminded of why they're here in the first place–in the neighborhood gay bar, of all places–nods and licks the spit that covers his lips. "Right, stick to the plan." 

He removes the wedding ring that he has been wearing since three years ago and places it in Akaashi 's palm. His husband wears the rings–his and Kei's–on a chain around his neck and hides it underneath the fabric of his turtleneck. 

"There. Now our chance of getting some is significantly higher than before." Akaashi  smirks, the dim lighting of the bathroom reflects dully on his prescription glasses. 

Kei snorts. "Oh, I would be very much interested in how you figure that out." With a quick kiss on Akaashi's lips, they exit the bathroom together.

 

—

 

"Dudes, c'mon man! It's yer welcomin' party to the city! It's no fun that ya two spend it all goin' through yer budget! That place has been runnin' for two weeks and everythin' is fine." 

Kuroo finally looks up from his phone, Bokuto mirroring his action. The bright light coming from the spreadsheet on Kuroo's phone paints their jaws white. 

"Oh, sorry man! Bo just received a memo from one of our suppliers and we're just finishing up now." The bright light then disappears when Kuroo clicks his phone off. 

Bokuto does the same with his own phone. "You're right Tsum-Tsum. We're just a bit distracted y'know. We appreciate that you threw this party in the first place." He reaches for his glass of water on the low table and takes a sip from it. 

"Ya' said that an' yer only drinkin' water," Atsumu frowns. 

"We do have an establishment to run. And like you said it yourself, that place has been running for two weeks and we intend to let it run for as long as we can." Kuroo says to Atsumu with a sly grin on his face. 

But, only God knows at this moment how fast Kuroo's heart is beating because Koutarou–his business partner, best friend since culinary school, his oblivious as fuck crush since his first year of college–is pressing close to him like there isn't any space left on the empty, long as fuck couch. Speaking of, "Atsumu, where're the others?"

Atsumu, who sits on his the other end of the L-shaped couch, leans back and juts his lips to the centre of the room. From here, Kuroo can see his friends, Oikawa and Sugawara dancing–uh, no; grinding–on each other while Tendou is hyping them up. Suna, as always, keeps everything on record. 

"Bro, I'm gonna go to the bathroom first!" Bokuto announces. Kuroo and Atsumu nod and Kuroo feels like he can breathe better now. 

"Yer not gonna join him in the bathroom?" Atsumu asks with a knowing grin after Bokuto disappears into one of the smaller halls.

"Shut up, man!" Kuroo sips on his drink, "We're strictly professional now. No more of that funny business anymore." He can feel Atsumu's eyes on his face.

"Yeah, right! Like I don't know that ya two would get it on the second y'guys leave this place." 

"Well, we're both grown ups so, you don't need to worry about who getting in on with who. Thanks very much," Kuroo sneers behind his glass as he watches Atsumu drowns himself in more alcohol. "What's up with you anyway man? You've been drinking too much and the night is barely starting. And by the way, how did we end up having a welcoming party here?"

He registers how Atsumu only grunts lightly and looks around the dimly lit bar. Atsumu is looking for someone. Kuroo looks around too. It's Friday night and of course there are this many people in the bar. The room is packed but there are still empty spaces for people to at least turn around without bumping into another sweaty body. 

But, it's nothing compared to the gay bar he and Bokuto often visit when they're still living in the city. And this place is much nicer too. It  retains its suburban feel by its lack of blinding strobe lights, over the top dj and not to mention the food and drinks here are quite delicious. He takes the time to sip his cocktail and smacks the fruity taste on his tongue. 

Moving from the heart of Tokyo to a less well known new place has its challenges. But moving here means he's finally living his dreams. Well, his and Bokuto's dream. That's wonderful isn't it? His and Bokuto's.

As if.

His quiet thoughts are broken when Atsumu screeches, "Omi-Omi! I thought ya wouldn't come!" 

Kuroo watches with shining eyes when Atsumu kisses a pale looking guy who quickly removes his mask and puts it back on after the quick kiss. "Omi! Let me introduce ya ta Kuroo. He just moved h're a month ago from Tokyo. Tetsu, this is Omi. He owns the bar." Kuroo and 'Omi' exchange nods. The pale guy–who Kuroo can at least guess, Atsumu's latest fling–whispers something in Atsumu's ears. 

"Ah, Tetsu-," Atsumu is vibrating in excitement and also a bit of guilt–based on Kuroo's natural ability to guess, "We got somethin' to do, so–"

"Sure, sure. You kids go have fun. I'll just be here with my–" he raises his glass and then Atsumu is gone. He is finishing his drink when he sees Bokuto walking towards him with fast steps and a frantic look on his face. 

When Bokuto reaches his side, he taps on his forearm repeatedly. Excitedly. 

"Bro! Bro! Bro! Don't look, but like look, but don't look look. The guys coming out of the bathroom behind me! Look!" Kuroo has to crane his neck a bit because Bokuto is taking up all the space in the direction where he wants him to see. "I said don't look!!"

"Bo! You're taking all of the space, man! Do you want me to look or not?!" He pushes Bokuto out of the way when he sees two guys, one shorter than the other, one with dark hair and the other, blond. "Okay, I'm looking. What about them?"

Bokuto takes his place next to him. He clears his throat to appear calm, but Kuroo knows he's nothing but. "I saw them making out in the bathroom and whispering with each other–"

"This is a gay bar, nothing strange about that, we're gay–"

"Let me finish man!"

"Fine."

Kuroo rolls his eyes because trusts Bokuto to always have his eyes on pretty things. It's not like the guys just now aren't pretty, but man! How dense can you be?

"They're talking really low, but like I heard them–using my super hearing, no less–that they're looking for a threesome!" 

Now, Kuroo is an honest man and that does sound like something interesting. His Friday nights usually go about eating his dinner, jacking off if Bokuto is not around–yes, he is friends with benefits with his crush, so what?! – and getting to sleep after all his energy leaves his body. 

So, having a threesome with two pretty guys is not too far from what he usually does. 

"But, bro–" Kuroo says, Bokuto looks at him with wild eyes; his own is trained on the blond who is ordering a drink at the bar, his partner left to be on the dance floor. "There's two of us."

"So? Let's make it a foursome then." 

They look at each other. Can't believe that they're gonna do this; can't make sure that they'll make the cut but, every bone in their body tells them to go for it. 

"Fine! Which one do you–" before Kuroo finishes, Bokuto has walked to the dance floor, where he will no doubt be looking for the shorter one. 

Kuroo watches as Bokuto taps on the shorter one's shoulder and he spins around, throws Bokuto a sweet smile and they start talking. Bokuto might throw in some of his flirty jokes because now, the shorter one's arms are around Bokuto's neck and Bokuto's own are wrapped around the shorter one's hips. Kuroo sees the shorter one's eyes looking at the general direction of the bar. 

Intrigued, he follows his eyesight. The blond is sitting straight on his stool. Wide shoulders tense, eyes focused. Both of them are having a silent conversation. 

Different from the one dancing with Bokuto-all smiles and charming laugh, this one has mostly a neutral look. The sleek, black frame of his glasses hides how hard his eyes look. Though, a slight pout can be seen–not much, but it's there–which is then wiped off as he sips his drink. Seemingly resolved–Kuroo can tell because the shoulders relax–the blond looks around, eyes searching and they're a beautiful gold as they make contact with Kuroo's own. 

It's longer than what Kuroo imagines the blond wants, and it's a cue for him to make his way to the bar. Head getting on with the horrible one liners that he hasn't used for a long time, hoping that one of them sticks. 

He hasn't lifted his ass from the couch when he sees the blond make his way to him. Unsure steps at first, but gains confidence when Kuroo doesn't twitch a muscle. The eyes pin him to the couch. Before he knows it, long legs are there, by his side and Kuroo has to tilt his head up to look at the face.

"Is, uh… is the seat taken?"

He almost let out his awful laugh because all of the intimidation he felt earlier–in those five seconds it took for the blond to walk towards him–easily goes away because of how embarrassed the guy sounds. 

"Uh, I dunno. You're not seeing anything I'm not seeing, are you?" He teases with a grin, and fuck, the guy gets red easily. 

"Nevermind then," the blond says under his breath and starts to turn the other way around. 

"Wait! Hold on! I'm joking," Kuroo wheezes as the blond turns his way again. He bites his lips as he leans forward. An elbow on a knee, his chin on his palm. A hooded stare to complete the look. "Come and have a seat, beautiful."

The blond already looks done with everything but there is a part of him that makes him stay rooted on the spot. And Kuroo is dying to know what. 

The guy sits on the couch–his movement appears stilted as he does so–and places a tall glass of cocktail–huh, the same one as he is drinking, hopefully also non-alcoholic, but that's something that can be omitted–and says, "For you."

Kuroo fights the grin he is having, fakes a cough to clear his throat, "Aw, that's sweet of you, you don't have to." It is said in the sweetest voice he can muster just to watch the blond's eyebrows twitch. To see what else the blond can do, he reaches for the glass on the table, takes a small sip–nothing new to note on the flavour–and asks, "What's a guy like you doing in a place like this?"

A seemingly simple and cliche flirtation seems to offend the blond with the way his eyes go frantic, a crease on his forehead, mouth opening and closing, mind probably going into overdrive. Kuroo, in turn, becomes restless and thinks about what went wrong.

"That's supposed to be my line. I was the one who was supposed to flirt. That's the plan."

Plan? 

What plan?

Furthermore, "Consider me flirted with the moment you pressed your thigh on my knee."

The blond takes some time to think and only then he realizes that they're sitting too close, too intimate for two people who barely exchange two sentences and scoots further into the seat. Kuroo misses his warmth already. The blond plays with his fingers quietly, Kuroo takes his hand and the coldness startles him a little. "I'm Kuroo. You?"

The fingers go still in his grasp.

"Nope. Nuh-uh. Can't do it. Bye."

The blond leaves like his pretty fitted pants are on fire.

 

—

 

He can do this. He can do this.

Akaashi repeats the sentence in his head as he steps closer to the man who is built like a brick in front of him. The man, Bokuto, is talking animatedly while spinning the both of them slowly following the slow beat of the song. Bokuto surprised him when he first approached him by tapping on his shoulder. At first, the man was imposing, standing a little bit taller than the rest of them. But Akaashi is used to 'taller'. 

His husband is the tallest he has ever seen so that doesn't take him by surprise. What's surprising is the way the man carries himself afterwards. He asks permission to place his hand around him, says sorry to the others on the floor if they bumped into them and if Akaashi tries to look away, he is instantly drawn back to him. He doesn't know how he does it, but…

" –So, that's how the islands got their names! The groom farted twice and the Big and Small Fart Islands were created!"

Akaashi only caught half of the story and is taken aback at the conclusion, "Wh–what?!" He watches as Bokuto starts to grin and he can't help but to laugh.

"I knew that'd make you laugh," Bokuto says kindly. Akaashi  swallows the last of his laugh and sighs. "You've been distracted since we started dancing. I know that I was the one who asked for a dance, but I can go if you don't want to."

"No, no. Please. I'm sorry," Akaashi offers. "You've been so nice to me but I can't help but worry."

"May I know what is it you're worrying about?" 

Akaashi obviously doesn't want to blurt out whatever that's weighing him down but Bokuto makes it easy to do so. He actually can't believe his luck that the first man who approaches him might be the one who Kei and him are looking for. He tries to breach the subject to this man with how he had planned it. 

To be as seductive and irresistible, enough to get into the pants of whoever dumb or horny enough to be with them for the night. But Bokuto's honest concern compels him to be as truthful as he can. 

"It's my partner, my–" Akaashi  looks behind Bokuto for Kei. The last he saw him was, Kei making his way to the guy with a serious case of a bedhead. The guy looks nice enough that he even encouraged him to go for it, to see if he'd be interested in going to bed with them, in case the person Akaashi found doesn't want to. 

Just like they planned.

But what he sees is, the bedhead looking as lost as a puppy, eyes darting around the place and Kei is nowhere near him. His heart hammering loudly in his chest and guilt consumes him. He gets out of Bokuto's warm hug, feet fast approaching the clueless stranger.

"Where is he?" The bedhead glances at him with an empty stare. "What did you do to him?!" At the stranger's refusal to speak, Akaashi sees red. 

"Tetsu, what happened?" Akaashi hears Bokuto from behind him. Do they know each other? 

"Nothing!" The guy has both hands in the air. "I swear I didn't do anything!"

"Then where is he?!" Akaashi isn't the one to raise his voice. For him, every confrontation needs to be handled in a polite manner. That's how he and Kei always settle their fight. They talk, be level-headed with each other, and if that fails, one of them will take a walk until they find it in themselves to apologize. But Kei is nowhere near him right now. 

The raised voice gathers a few looks from the others in their vicinity. Akaashi wants to puke. His knees wobble and if Bokuto didn't catch him, he'd plant his face on the floor. 

"Akaashi, hey! Akaashi ! Talk to me." Akaashi 's eyes focus on the hands wrapped carefully around his frame. "It's your partner right? Tall guy, blond with glasses."

Akaashi nods. 

"Tetsu-chan, Kou-kun, what's wrong?" A guy with bouncy hair and flamboyant looks approaches them. 

"Tooru, did you see a 6' tall-ish guy, blond hair with glasses on your way here?" The bedhead asks the flamboyant guy. 

"Oh, the cutie with those cute pants right? You're getting it on with him?" The guy smirks. Pearly white teeth glinting in the dark.

"Man, shut up. Did you see him or not?" Bedhead is getting pissed off.

"Whoa, chill man. Yeah, I did. Me and Sugawara passed him in the hallway from our smoke break. He should still be outside."

At the prospect of getting to Kei the fastest he can, Akaashi shrugs Bokuto off his back and rushes to the front door. All the while, he keeps thinking about how they're not ready for this. Well, maybe he is but Kei doesn't. 

Oh, god! Kei doesn't want to do this, does he? Well, he probably does but not like this. Not by approaching strangers in a bar that they don't frequent enough. Not by doing things separately instead of together. 

The bells jingle when Akaashi pushes the door open. The dark night makes it hard to see but there he is. There's his Kei. Crouching down on his feet at the corner of the building. Hands tuck around his knees, a small pout ever present even as he stares into the nothingness. Akaashi releases the breath he is holding. 

The light snow crunches under his shoes as he makes his way to his husband. "Hey, baby." 

Kei blinks with a surprise on his face. "What are you doing here?" 

Akaashi crouches down next to the love of his life. "What are you doing here?" Kei keeps quiet. Akaashi leans on his husband's side, taking the cold hand that's closest to him and kisses the knuckles gently. "It's hard on you, huh? I'm sorry that I made you do this–"

"Wait, no," Kei turns his body towards him, "It's not your fault," and presses their lips together. Akaashi responds to the kiss eagerly. Their fingers tangle together to fight the cold. After he gets his fill, Kei's voice is slow in his ears. "I get scared when you're not with me. You've always been there with me and to approach other men, to do what we're planning to do when you're not around… it sucks. I hate it… and not wearing my wedding ring around my finger–"

Akaashi kisses Kei on his reddening cheeks. He reaches for the chain around his neck, pulls out the rings from his shirt and dangles it between them. The rings shimmer in pink under the bar's neon sign. He unclasps the chain, puts one ring back around his finger and the other stays on his palm, "I'm never letting you take this off, ever again," and slots the ring on Kei's finger. "C'mon. Let's go home."

Kei's smile afterwards is the sweetest he's ever seen. He makes the move to stand and possibly end their adventurous night here and then when Kei tugs at his sleeve and looks up to him with his doe eyes. "What happens to the guy you're with?"

Oh yeah. He kinda left Bokuto inside, didn't he? He has to apologise to him, and the guy with the bedhead too. He kinda exploded at him a bit back there. Bokuto knows the guy, so, by association, he's not sure Bokuto would even want to see him, more less to spend the night with him. He chuckles at Kei's puzzled face. "I don't think he'll come with us even if we asked." 

"Ugh, I'm so uncool–"

"No, you're not. You're the coolest." 

He drags Kei to stand on his feet. A little bit of teasing tugs as Kei fights his reddening cheeks at the praise. Kei relents and follows to stand before he stops abruptly. When Kei's face turns redder than before, Akaashi halts and starts to bark out a laugh. 

"Wait! I forgot. Sorry!" He doubles down on his knees, "You still have it in you, don't you? Haha!"  

"Akaashi Keiji-san. Keep laughing and we're sleeping in different beds tonight." Kei stands at his full height and walks away. 

Akaashi watches as Kei's slim figure gets away from him and wonders why he even wanted another when Kei is always right there. He reaches for Kei's hands and tugs him backwards. His smaller frame drapes against Kei's back. 

"You'll need help getting it out right? You've gotta let me help." He loops his arms around Kei's middle and brushes his crotch against Kei's ass. The corner of the building is quiet, hidden from the rest of the world by the lone tree, naked against the winter wind.

"Keiji–" 

Kei's breathless gasps fuels him. Thank god he has his brain working or he'd have Kei pinned on the wall and moaning his name in that low voice of him, but he can't help but to indulge a little–

"You guys need a ride ?"

Akaashi stops his sucking on Kei's neck and looks up to see Bokuto and the bedhead in front of them. They have their coats draped on their arms and Bokuto is gawking. 

"Bro! Shut your mouth!" The bedhead–actually, Akaashi should know his name. The guy with bouncy hair has said his name. But, nevermind– shushes Bokuto with his palm. That is before he yelps with disgust. 

"Bo! You animal!" 

Wait. Bokuto is offering them a ride? He's not turned off with the whole crazy guy worrying over another guy shit? And the bedhead is there too. Meanwhile, Kei is frozen, still within his embrace. The four of them are silent at the moment and doing the opposite of what he should be doing, Akaashi bites Kei's neck.

The resulting moan grabs their spectators. Two pairs of eyes are trained on the scene.

He hesitates, but very deliberately, licks the print of his teeth, and yes–the inner logic in him, believing that all actions have consequences–the eyes are still watching. 

"Keiji, darling," Kei's whisper is intended for his ears only, body thrumming with excitement, mind racing. "–We're sticking to the plan right?" Kei's voice shakes but his heavy sigh tells everything Akaashi needs to know about what's on his husband's mind.

The plan. 

Akaashi brushes the butt plug with his fingers. Kei melts in his arms, "We might need to improvise a little. You don't mind right?"

"Only if we're in this together."

The slow whisper laced with excitement stirs something deep in his gut.

 

—

 

Bokuto watches the backseat from the corner of his eyes. He knows Kuroo is also watching them but only through the rear view mirror. With another startled gasp coming out from the blond, Bokuto takes another deep breath. Kuroo's hands are flexing where he grips the steering wheel hard. Bokuto almost drools when he sees the veins on those arms. 

"Is this the right direction?" Kuroo's voice is deep when he asks. The kind of voice Bokuto would hear when it's the middle of the night and Kuroo sneaks into his bed and starts to touch him. 

When no one from the backseat answers, Bokuto makes the mistake of looking back. He sees tongues where the two are connected. One of Akaashi's hands disappears into the blond's cute little pants. He chokes on his spit when he locks eyes with the blond who almost lays horizontally with Akaashi on top of him. He swears the blond has a little smirk on his face while getting his mouth devoured.

"I'm sorry to interrupt whatever is going on back there, but I'm afraid if you don't tell me where we're going, we're gonna end up in another city," Kuroo teases. He drives the car slowly as he enters a quiet neighborhood with detached houses. He brushes the dark hair out of his face to calm down. There's a tent forming down his pants. Bokuto swallows the lump in his throat.

"Yes," Akaashi says from the backseat, short, and out of breath, a pregnant pause as he takes on the surroundings. "Just straight ahead and turn left at the junction. It's the first house on the right."

Bokuto takes in the way that Akaashi is a bit breathless and a bit hoarse and he'd pay money to hear how the blond would sound if he's the one who speaks up. He takes his mind off it as Kuroo turns the car as instructed and sees a beautiful modern house– recently renovated it seems like– and feels the hammering in his chest getting intense. 

"We're here." Kuroo parks the car next to a beautifully crafted iron gate. It's not that glamorous but it does distinguish the house with the other similarly structured house in the neighbourhood. The movement in the backseat halts. Bokuto turns his face slightly to face Kuroo and finds Kuroo is already looking at him. They exchange knowing looks because they have a plan.

The plan. 

The plan that previously entails turning a threesome into a foursome. The plan that slightly derailed when one of them absolutely had a freak out. The plan that only would proceed if the one who had the freak out says something about it. 

"Do you guys want to go inside?" The one who had the freak out says. He nudges his glasses back to the bridge of his nose. "I ruined you guys' night and please allow me to apologize. Especially to you, Kuroo-san." 

Bokuto feels rather than see the grin on Kuroo's face. "Oh, our night wasn't ruined, right Bo?" He uses the deep timbre of his voice. Bokuto nods. "I can go back home happy just like this." Bokuto doesn't nod at this, but he trusts Kuroo with The Plan.  

He can feel eyes on his neck. Akaashi and the blond are waiting for his response. "Um, yeah. I had fun with you Akaashi . And thanks for laughing at my jokes."

A strangled noise replaces the words that want to come out of the blond's mouth. There's a rustling noise and Bokuto bites his lip. He takes Kuroo's hand that is firm on the gear shift. Kuroo locks their hands together. 

There's the click and the thump of the doors closing at the back. Bokuto deflates when there are no signs that they're interested in getting it on. And this would probably be the only time they'll meet. It's not like he's that desperate for a foursome but it'd be a nice way to end the night. And Akaashi is nice. And his partner is hot. 

"Well, thank you for sending us home. I hope we'll see each other again," Akaashi says as he leans into Bokuto's window. The blond stays quiet behind him.

Bokuto watches as the couple enter the house through the gate. "We're really not gonna follow them?" He asks Kuroo with a slight note of disappointment.

"We could." Kuroo sends him an equally disappointed look. "But, we're not gonna force ourselves on them. I'm not sure if Blondie even wants us around. And your guy is already mad at me."

"Nah, I'm sure Akaashi is not mad at you. He's only worried. And he's not my guy, you're my guy," he says absentmindedly, too late to realise the slip of words. Then he sees Kuroo's crooked smile when he says that, unsure, but tender all the same and it melts him to the core. 

Kuroo is his bestest bro and from the way they've been navigating themselves–a new town, a new cafe and stuff; a romantic relationship is way down in their list. Right? 

Kuroo won't like it if he confessed, right?

They've got a good thing going on. Friends with benefits that occasionally find themselves inside other people's beds. It's purely physical and Kuroo knows this. His little crush on his kind, brilliant, handsome best friend can ruin what good they have now.

He knows he needs Kuroo in his life. He thought of Akaashi suddenly becoming frantic the moment his partner wasn't around… Partner. "What do you think their relationship is?" 

Kuroo seems to be deep in thought. "Your guy didn't say anything to you?"

"He said that Blondie is his partner. That means boyfriend, right?"

"Maybe something more. I saw rings for the second time."

"Uh. Oh." They're married then. Tonight's probably the night for them to be adventurous and play around. When one of them backs out, the other must respect his wishes. But Blondie did invite them into their home…

"Sorry, Bo. I know you're disappointed."

"It's okay. I'll just fuck you when we're home." He wallows in missed opportunities as The Plan backfires until he's shaken in his seat by Kuroo's suddenly wandering hands. 

"Bo! Bo! Bo! Blondie is coming back! He's coming back!" 

Bokuto hears the creaking of the iron gate and sees the blond walk back to their car. Hard-pressed face with a frown stapled on, the blond yanks his door open. Thankfully Kuroo hasn't locked the door. Without saying anything, he leans down and there's lips and tongue pressing on his mouth. They're soft and cold and trembling and taste of strawberry cocktail. 

He wants more. 

And then it all comes to an end and Blondie gives him a hard stare. There's anger and frustration and apprehension behind those eyes that Bokuto should be scared of but somehow he feels fire blazing down his spine. It's not a very good time to realise that you might be a bit of a masochist.

With a low voice and the grit of the teeth that would be every dentist's worst nightmare, Blondie says, "I've had this plug up my ass the whole night and one of you better be the ones to take it out or so help me–"

The car engine stops as Kuroo turns the key over, gets out of the car, brings along their phones and keys and wallets. Bokuto doesn't allow himself to dawdle as he swoops the blond up his arms–Blondie's legs are tight around his waist–and kisses him hard. They wobble as Bokuto carries them past the gate. 

Akaashi is waiting by the wooden, black door of his house with mostly an impassive face, except for the barely noticeable glint in his eyes.

For a second, the three of them just stand in front of the door–Blondie is sucking bruises on his jaw, clinging onto him for his dear life. It's quiet except the jingling sound when Akaashi slots the key into the lock. It's even quieter when the door opens and the smell of fresh laundry and old books greet them home. 

It's quiet. Quiet.

Except that it's not. 

Because the shallow breathing, the thrum of blood under their skin, the pulse of anticipation that is hidden neatly under passive looks, the promise of something great happening while the night is still young– all of them; all of them scream the loudest. All of them and more. 

"I'm Kei," Kei whispers into the night.

Blondie finally has a name. With that, the four of them get past the door.

 

—

 

One good thing when you're living in less populated area is that when you decide to bring back two handsome strangers to your home at night and one of them has his tongue down your husband's throat, nobody would be around to give any fuck.

Akaashi shuts the door behind him with his body calmly. He expected things to escalate once they're inside the house. Probably clothes getting torn, body being slammed or somebody's toe getting stuck on some furniture. 

Not to say that he is disappointed but they are improvising The Plan. 

The automatic light of the hallway turns off with the lack of movement. In the dark, Akaashi manages to see that Bokuto has put Kei down–both feet planted on the floor–and they're both just intensely looking at each other's mouth and nose and cheeks and every other part of their faces. And the bedhead, who is shrouded with mysterious air in the light, now looks more alluring once darkness swoops in. 

Though he does look like he's second guessing everything that has happened and just standing there, shifting his weight on his heels.

Akaashi turns the ambient lights on and they are bathed in warm orange. Kei takes a moment to look at him.

"Kei, honey, why don't you take Bokuto-san and show him the bedroom? I'm sure he'd like that."

Kei leaves with Bokuto in tow. Their fingers are tangled and Akaashi is sure that none of them notice. When he hears the click of their guest bedroom shut – The Plan is not improvised in this case – he turns to the bedhead who refuses to look at any of them once he passes the threshold. 

"You look like you need a drink. Care to join me?" Akaashi gestures to the living room and is glad that the bedhead doesn't complain. He pours a little of the golden brown liquid into two small glasses. "I'm sorry I don't know your name. I don't think Bokuto-san mentioned you while we're dancing." 

The bedhead pushes the glass of old whiskey that Akaashi hands, "I'm driving, remember? I'm Kuroo, by the way."

Akaashi shrugs and drinks from both glasses. Well, it's true that the plan was for their one night stand to fuck off after the fuck itself, but waking up to two handsome men–three if he includes Kei–is not that bad. The bed in the guestroom surely could fit all four of them. He places the glasses on the alcove bookshelf. "Want to tell me why you're hesitating?"

"Me? Hesitating? On what?" Kuroo feigns dumb innocence. Such an attitude Akaashi is so well versed in after teaching literary arts to some know-it-all young adults for almost five years now. 

"Are your morals preventing you from jumping on my husband while I'm here– I know you knew, you've been looking at our rings. Yes, we got married in Hawaii. No, we've never had anybody else in our bed before –considering whether it's ethical or not when all of us here are informed, consenting adults?" Akaashi watches Kuroo twitch. "I didn't peg you as a prude who couldn't possibly imagine that people have kinks and partners who would indulge them with it."

Akaashi seems to strike a nerve because Kuroo is suddenly trapping him between the bookshelf and his sturdy body. Heated hazels bearing down on him in half-lidded stare and his hands fall helplessly by his side. "I didn't peg you as a provocateur." Kuroo grins wider, his face a bit calmer than before, and looks... Resolved. He shows one of his dull fangs and Akaashi thinks about how red Kei's skin would be if it pierced the skin. 

"I'm not. I'm just straightforward." Akaashi holds Kuroo's neck. His thumb brushes the side of his jaw, down to the pulse point beating rapidly under the skin and to the dip of the collarbone and Kuroo shudders. He moves closer as Kuroo finds his waist and tugs their bodies flush against each other, lips waiting in anticipation of who would cave in first. 

Akaashi's eyes drift down to Kuroo's tongue which darts to wet his lip, leaving a shiny finish under the dim lighting of the hallway. 

"Mind telling me what's on your mind then? What do you expect from us?" Kuroo asks.

"Kei and I are just looking for…," Keiji brushes Kuroo's hair that hides his piercing eyes, "... creative ways to have fun. Kei has belatedly realised that he would very much be open for us to be a little bit on the rough side in bed."

"Tell me you're both vanilla without telling me you're both vanilla," Kuroo comments with a chuckle.

That comment earns Kuroo another hard stare. "It's hard to be rough when you have been holding someone like a precious gem for so long." Akaashi pushes Kuroo off since that seems to strike his own chord. 

He's been enamoured with Kei since the first time he saw Kei enter the campus cafeteria where he teaches. The blond had a ragged look on his face, clearly having a rough night before and when there wasn't enough empty seat around, Akaashi had flagged him down and offered the open seat in front of him. Kei gave him a pinched smile and started eating his lunch without another word. 

What started as a sudden instinct to keep the blond close, turned into them having lunches together in silence. And for months, that was enough for Akaashi. 

Until Kei opened his mouth and asked him if he wanted to have lunch somewhere else because he was bored of eating the same food and they have the strawberry shortcake that I want to try.

The first time they held hands, Kei was soft in his palms and they hadn't let each other go ever since.

"But you don't mind if somebody else is being rough with him?" 

Akaashi had an intuition that Kuroo would make everything harder by being such a caring person. Why couldn't Kei approach someone horny enough to be grateful that he got to fuck two guys, no strings attached, no questions asked? 

But then again, it's hard to find someone–let alone two people–that Kei seems to be somewhat comfortable with within an hour of his life. Akaashi can't mess this up. "We had a talk. We trust each other. We're hoping you would trust us."

"And you're just gonna watch?" Kuroo grasps Akaashi's chin as he searches his eyes. "What's in it for you?"

Akaashi takes a deep breath and takes Kuroo's index and middle fingers into his mouth. He sucks on the digits lewdly, slathering them with saliva, the way Kei always does for him before he opens Kei with those same fingers. 

He finishes with a plop as he takes Kuroo's fingers out, "I get to watch my Kei get ruined by two hot guys and he will still beg for me at the end of the day. That's what's in it for me."

Kuroo crowds him closer to the wall.

"First, I'm going to fuck your husband in the ass while you watch. Bokuto can have his mouth," Kuroo whispers darkly. Akaashi's heart races. "But later, I'm not gonna just let you watch. Before you come into your hands, I'll make you fuck your husband while I fuck you. Everybody's gotta participate." Kuroo starts kissing his lips, hard. Akaashi opens his mouth, the bruising kisses are making him gasping for air, inviting the tongue in but Kuroo has something more to say. 

"When you're finished, I'll let you rest," Kuroo tells him with a glint in his eyes. He moves to suck on Akaashi's earlobe, rolling the soft flesh on his tongue, his breath heavy mirroring the bubble of anticipation Akaashi feels in his bones. "But not your Kei. Your Kei doesn't get any rest. Bokuto and I will take turns fucking him until he's just a blabbering, slobbering mess. How's that sound, sugar?"

Fuck. Akaashi doesn't know which part of the filth Kuroo spews makes him painfully hard in his pants. How is he supposed to last like this? "Easy on the pet name if you don't want Kei biting your arms off," he manages.

"Fortunately, I'm a hundred percent okay with bites."

Fuck.

"Safeword; shortcake for Kei, Ophelia for me. Anything from you guys?" Kuroo is rutting against him, but Akaashi catches the headshake. 

"We use the stoplight system." 

Akaashi can't stop grabbing Kuroo's ass when a delicious friction rubs on his crotch. "Fuc–, condoms on, no spitting in Kei's mouth, no–ah," Kuroo has his hand on his dick. "Don't pin my hands. I like touching."

"Anything else?" 

Akaashi catches his breath as the hand stroking his dick slows down. Kuroo has a shit-eating grin on his face which immediately loses its bite the moment they hear a rough groan and smug giggles from the bedroom. Akaashi knows instantly who those belong to.

"Fuck, I can't think anymore. Let's just get on with it."

 

—

 

The bed creaks when Kei sits on it. It dips lower when Bokuto joins him at his side. Their hands are still within each other's grasp; which is quite unusual for Kei to hold onto someone this long – family and best friends not included. Bokuto's hand is so warm Kei almost feels sorry to let go; and Kei doesn't because Bokuto runs his thumb on Kei's knuckles like it is only natural.

"No more of that adrenaline rush, huh?" Bokuto asks in the quiet of the night.

Kei scoffs since that's the only thing he can do instead of confessing. How embarrassing of him to kiss Bokuto out of nowhere and cling onto him all the way inside. He couldn't be that desperate to get laid, could he? His husband must have said something to him, if he was being embarrassing, right? Though, Akaashi adores him. He wouldn't say anything even if he was acting like a bitch in heat.

Huh, wouldn't that be something?

While Kei is in his mind, Bokuto takes this chance to take a closer look at the man by his side. Wide eyes, small nose and soft lips – a stuff of heavenly dream – but also the tense eyebrows and teeth worrying the lower lips. 

"Do you think this is a mistake?" Bokuto asks again.

Suddenly registering Bokuto's question, Kei's fingers tighten around Bokuto's. "... I'm just nervous. That's all."

"Would it help if we talk too? Akaashi and Tetsu seem to take their time. Tetsu loves to talk even when there isn't a need for talking."

If he talks, he's sure to come up with rubbish. What if he scared Bokuto? What if they missed this chance because Kei doesn't know how to say things without offending anybody; sans Akaashi because his husband is a weirdo. 

Who would marry a guy who pokes fun at others as a way of coping with his own shortcomings?

Gathering his courage, Kei leans closer, closing the distance between their faces. Bokuto's eyes turn wide. "I don't think there is a need for talking right now. What do you think?" He tries to kiss Bokuto again but the man has a hand on his shoulder. He clicks his tongue in irate.

"Wait, wait, don't get me wrong. I would love to keep making out with you." It's Bokuto's turn to be nervous. "... But li–like, how are you in bed?"

Kei takes offence to how Bokuto worded the question. He thinks he is very good in bed. His husband has no complaints on his skills up until now. Why then, this stranger talks to him like this?

But then, Bokuto adorably looks him straight into his eyes; golden– like looking into his own eyes in the mirror – and pouts. "I want to know what makes you feel good."

Oh, does he? Kei seems to step on a gold mine. He caresses the man's dual-toned hair, cards his fingers only to be surprised at how little gel is needed to make them stick that way. Bokuto's eyes follow every dart of his lips because Kei has started salivating on the prospect of taking him in his mouth. 

"Right now, I'd be feeling really good if I get to suck on your dick," he breathes as one hand moves to the back of Bokuto's neck, the other moves across Bokuto's hard torso and rests on his meaty thigh. "Would you let me do it?"

"Yes–"

Kei smirks. 

"Please."

This one is eager to please. And Kei just has to be a little shit.

"Well, you be a good boy and let me take care of you okay? Hands by your sides," Kei instructs and wastes no time sliding on the floor and spreading Bokuto's legs. His hands settle on each of Bokuto's thighs. He starts by kissing Bokuto's chest through the fabric of his shirt, moving lower when Bokuto starts shuddering. Kei knows Bokuto wants things to move along quickly but where's the fun in that? 

He spends more time caressing Bokuto's body, brushing on sensitive places with nimble fingers and soft lips and takes pride in how Bokuto's eyes seem to glaze over with lust. He doesn't know how he looks right now, but Bokuto is drop dead gorgeous. He knows the man is reigning himself in–the delicious veins on his forearms are a manifest to that– letting him do whatever he wants and truthfully, he's grateful that Bokuto is keeping still. It helps with his own nerves. 

"You're so beautiful, Kei." Bokuto breaks the silence. "But I am so goddamn hard that it's painful."

Kei feels his face burn. Then, Bokuto keeps talking.

"You have a pretty small mouth too. I don't know if it'll fit."

Kei looks up, anticipating a grin; a playful smirk like how all dirty talks go. But Bokuto is remorseful and Kei's heart drops seeing Bokuto like that. With a sudden urge of confidence, he nips on Bokuto's zipper and drags it down with a grin. He chuckles when a small printed owl greets him where the cockhead is. 

"What are you, twelve?"

Bokuto is holding his breath. "Didn't think I'm gonna get laid tonight."

"Oh, Kuroo-san would be disappointed if he heard that." Kei kisses the printed owl and Bokuto exhales. He licks the fabric, feeling the dick underneath it twitching.

"Tetsu is different." Bokuto shifts his hands, probably to hold down Kei's head, but stops midair. Kei watches Bokuto with interest. 

"Oh, he doesn't know you love him, huh?" He dips his hand inside the waistband of the boxer brief. Kei holds him in his palms and he takes a minute to wonder if it'll fit. 

"Wh–what? Pshh. No– I don't love– pshh–"

Kei stops and throws an unimpressed gaze upwards. Bokuto gasps a disappointed sigh. "How long have you two been together?"

"Since first year of culinary school."

"How many times have you slept together since then?"

Bokuto seems distracted. He's probably counting the years and that is besides the point. Kei is not here to be a shrink. He takes Bokuto's dick out from the confines of his boxers and methodically rubs it with his hand. Bokuto gasps. He lets Kei do what he wants until he opens his mouth again.

"Do you think Tetsu likes me too?"

Kei almost got annoyed with the question but it's okay since Bokuto is hard and red enough it's almost cute. 

"Honestly, I don't know. He's letting you fuck someone else like it's nothing so, I'm not so sure."

"Akaashi lets you fuck someone else and you two are married."

Okay. That's it. The talking stops.

Kei takes Bokuto almost entirely and gags when Bokuto hits the back of his throat. His eyes water instantly before he adjusts around it. He swallows around him and he can feel how his jaw aches. Bokuto is heavy on his tongue and eerily quiet above him. He pulls away slightly to take a good look at the man just to see him staring like a predator. 

He swallows along the length again and tightens his lips so the pressure is even. He bobs his head a few times, getting familiar with taking Bokuto into his mouth until his jaw aches less. When he feels Bokuto straining, he releases him only to kiss and lick along his length. 

"Kei–" 

"Hmm?"

"Let me fuck your face."

Still busy with licking and taking one of the balls into his mouth, Kei lets his hands rile up Bokuto more. His hands move to explore the skin beneath the shirt. Reaching around and upwards and down the chiselled abs. He takes Bokuto in his hands, now wet with saliva and beads of pre-cum. 

"Why would I let you do that, Bokuto-san?"

"Kei, please–" Bokuto gasps when he squeezes around him. His hand is gliding on the warm cock and it feels good to have it twitching around, seeking for more.

"Oh, I don't know. My husband is not around to let me fuck someone else." He lets sarcasm into his voice. Bokuto doesn't seem to catch it. He is his own man and honestly, it's not just Akaashi that is planning The Plan. Kei is the one who suggested it in the first place. 

Bokuto groans loudly and Kei giggles as he sees the frustration on the man's face. He presses his thumb to the sensitive tip and watches as Bokuto moans.

He only hears the click of the bedroom door. "Oh, look. They've started without us, Kuroo-san. What are we going to do about it?"

Mid giggling, Kei stops to see both Kuroo and his husband standing by the door. They've been making out based on the way Akaashi's lips swell and the state of Kuroo's messier hair. 

Kei only licks his lips and takes Bokuto's poor, red cock into his mouth once again and swallows. He ignores the couple making their way to the end of the bed. He hears Akaashi rummaging through the bedside drawer where they keep their lube and condoms. 

Negotiations have been made then. 

What he doesn't anticipate is strong fingers grasping his hair, forcing him to take more length in his mouth. His throat burns. His neglected dick twitches against the fabric of his pants. A slight tilt to the left and he sees Kuroo–all dark hair and an amazing grin, staring where his mouth is wrapping around Bokuto's cock. 

He would have panicked and resisted if not for the satisfying groan that comes out of Bokuto's mouth. He lets his throat relax, the fingers in his hair grounding and guiding him until he feels Bokuto's abdominal muscles pulled taut. 

Kuroo leans closer and whispers in his ear. "You're taking him so well. Has Bokuto asked you if he could fuck your face? He has a thing with pretty boys and cute mouths." Oh, god, how Kei wishes Kuroo to just shut up. He's not gonna come untouched while giving someone a blow job. 

"Look, Bo. See how good he's taking you. Has something happened here? You're being so nice keeping your hands by your side." Kuroo chuckles darkly. 

"Kei said to keep them like this," Bokuto whines, his body twitching from restraint.

"Oh, did he?" 

Fuck. The fingers in his hair pull and he lets out a shameful moan. Fuck! Where is Akaashi? The fingers stop pulling the moment he can feel the pin prick of tears at the edge of his eyes. Though they stay there. Still. 

"Breathe," Kuroo whispers. "Akaashi is here."

Strangely assured, he continues swallowing and sucking Bokuto. 

"That's it. You're doing so good, Kei. Should I give you a reward or something?" He continues guiding Kei's head, up and down while giving knowing glances to Bokuto and Akaashi. "Come on, baby. Make him come and we'll all gonna have some real fun."

At the downstroke, Kuroo's hand halts because Kei refuses to take Bokuto anymore. Kuroo relents and he releases Bokuto with a plop, licks a string of saliva at the corner of his mouth. He gives Kuroo a hard, unimpressed look. 

And here comes the nasty, bitchy part of him. Akaashi likes it, but will these men like it too? Whatever. He knows this is a safe environment and Akaashi will take care of him.

"I'm gonna do whatever the hell I want, big boy. I'll have you and him on your knees if I want to." He smirks, voice coming out a little rough than he intended. Two can play at this game.  "... And don't call me that."

"What? Baby?" 

Kuroo's eyes hardened. Kei wants to smack the grin off his face. 

"Kei, honey. Play nice," Akaashi commands softly.

He locks eyes with his husband who is sitting comfortably in the loveseat across their bed. Akaashi sits with his feet apart, a prominent bulge in front of his pants; posture relaxed with piercing eyes. He's playing with the ring around his finger, looking like a bored spectator. 

"Are you just gonna sit there and be pretty, Keiji?"

He can't read Akaashi as well as his husband can read him. But he sees the excited glint somewhere in the corner of Akaashi's eyes. It's anticipation. And when the shoe drops, his feet go up in the air as he stumbles on the bed; face up with a groan. 

An immediate weight; a body with defined muscles and mass is crushing him and latching on his neck. A hand wraps loosely around it, Kei feels it could crush him at any moment. Kuroo drapes his body on top of him and his immediate response is to resist. It's a bit late to notice, but he wanted this–his mind supplies. But his body has a mind of its own. He tries to get out of the crushing weight, limbs flailing around like a newborn fawn. Bokuto takes his hands and secures them in a tight grip above his head. 

Kuroo has his knee between his legs and his body tells him to shove that knee away too. But he can't. He's pinned down and Akaashi is nowhere around him. He's close, but not close enough. It's getting harder to breathe. 

That is until he hears somebody shushing him in the ear.

"Kei, relax," Kuroo says. "We're not gonna hurt you. You gotta trust us, okay?" Kuroo continues to lick up the column of his neck. The hand around his neck stays, the other trailing along his still fully clothed body. 

The touch is different than he's used to. 

The foreign body tries to make them familiar with each other. He can feel Kuroo's fingers tracing the length of his body. Blazing hot and leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

"Breathe, Kei." It's Bokuto. In the moment when Kuroo is pinning him down, Bokuto takes his place right above his head. His hands are tucked under Bokuto's legs so he can remove the glasses on his nose, Bokuto's face now upside down where his blurry eyes can see. "We're gonna make you feel good. We promise."

He's safe. These men will take care of him. He's safe. 

When his loud hammering heart slows down, when he gets some wiggle room to get his hands from underneath Bokuto, when he feels Kuroo kiss his hair, when he knows Akaashi's eyes have only ever set on him, he says, "Do your worst. See if I break."

 

—

 

It's a long drawn out process. Sex with Kei always does. It starts slow and small. A gentle peck when they're awake. The soft touch when Kei tries and fails to make breakfast. The hand holding when they're having dinner. All of that culminates to the moment when Kei is splayed under him. 

Akaashi watches as those men peel Kei's clothes and put their hands on every inch of Kei's body. The little murmurs of reassurance and promises, the little gasps, the little twitches; all these little things that have him hard as a rock in his hand. Their skins are of different shades under the soft bedroom light. Kei's looking paler when he's sandwiched between them. 

When Kuroo dips his head between Kei's thighs, when Kei shudders and starts to moan, when that moan is aborted because Bokuto silences him with his mouth, Akaashi secretly berates himself. Is he supposed to feel like this? He continues flicking his wrist to the tune of Kei's moans.

He should feel a bit of jealousy, right? His husband who he's married just because he thought Kei would look good in white. His husband nervously telling him that he wanted to feel small in someone's embrace, to be manhandled in bed. That alone should rock Akaashi's confidence as they spent the nights together.

But no.

Kei fights his moans when Kuroo licks around his hole and pulls the plug in his ass with his teeth. Akaashi shudders. Bokuto forces Kei's mouth open to receive his cock again.

These men on their guest room bed, look beautiful together; and there isn't a hint of jealousy when Kuroo makes Kei come untouched for the first time tonight. Bokuto's dick slips out of his mouth.

"Enjoying this Akaashi?" Kuroo licks the saliva at the corner of his mouth. Satisfied after playing with his husband's ass. "Was it your idea to plug up his ass for us?" A resounding slap reverberates when his palm meets Kei's left cheek. 

Akaashi grip the base of his cock to prevent him from coming too. He almost didn't hear what Kuroo asks of him because Bokuto is hovering over Kei's body, licking the cum on his torso. Kei's hands are wrapped around Bokuto's thighs, daringly asking for a cock in his mouth. Hungry for more. His wedding ring glimmers in the semi darkness.

Kuroo has his eyes on him when he is silent for a long time. "Akaashi. You're not coming yet, are you?"

Fuck. 

"No. Not yet." He shakes his head. There's sweat beading on his temple and his wrist almost goes numb. "For your information, the plug was his idea."

"Well, whose idea it was…I'd say– he's brilliant."

Akaashi doesn't notice just when it happens because Kei is choking on Bokuto's cock, scream muffled and Kuroo is already balls deep inside him. Kei is probably more sensitive than usual because he's whining around Bokuto while Kuroo soothingly runs his hands on his thighs. 

"Shhhh, Kei. You're doing good, baby."

Akaashi shudders when Kuroo hikes Kei's knees on his shoulders. He can see how Kuroo enters Kei; can imagine how warm Kei feels; can remember how soft he is around him. Lucky Kuroo.

"Tetsu –" Akaashi hears Bokuto calls. "I can't take it anymore." His hips stutter between their movements. Afraid of hurting Kei but wanting the sweet release. 

Akaashi watches how red Kei is. He applauds Bokuto for lasting this long. If he were in his place, he'd long surrender. Kei's mouth is a realm of its own. Snarky bites and sweet nectars. Lucky Bokuto.

Kuroo stops and cups Bokuto's face in his palms, kissing him sweeter than supposedly friends would. Not for long though as his own hips seemingly having a mind on his own; piercing through the warmth, unrelenting despite the effort he exudes. 

Akaashi pays attention to the tongues mingling between laboured breathing. Their connection is not only at the tongue, but also his husband; acting as a conduit between the two. 

When Kuroo has had enough –when his body protests at the exertion, he pulls away from Bokuto, and looks at Akaashi. "Your call."

They're waiting for him– and here he thinks he's just a mere spectator. 

They are making him feel included even when he's not there within the tangle of bodies. He contemplates as two sets of honest eyes are watching him. His own selfish need would be for Bokuto to hold it in. Wait until they all could finish together, or maybe not at all. Bokuto can last longer than this, surely. 

So many thoughts running in his mind and to think that this could be the only time he's having this hold on these beautiful men… 

He sees Kei's golden eyes watching him with lust.

"Let me taste you." And Akaashi is walking to the bed, body unable to hold on without anybody touching him. With one touch on Bokuto's shoulder, Bokuto lays on the bed, head right next to Kei's waist and Akaashi immediately latches onto the swollen cock. He hears Kuroo chuckling darkly somewhere above him and knows that he has lost in whatever game they're playing. 

Through Bokuto, he tastes Kei's mouth. Taste of pre-cum, bitter and heavy on his tongue. If this is Kei, he would shove his face away, refusing to let Akaashi swallow his cum down his throat. But this is Bokuto. He takes him by his head, hips lifting upwards so it hits the back of his throat where he can swallow with ease. The roots of Akaashi's hair burn, his eyes tearing up and he's fighting the urge to choke. When Bokuto finishes, the man slumps on the bed, practically boneless with a smile on his face. 

He is still leaking when he grabs his cock in his hand, jerking off frantically with the image of these men, of Kei–blissfully being used, eyes dazed and glossy; Kuroo–chiselled body like a Greek god, pumping in and out of the love of his life; and Bokuto–taking what he wants with a sweet smile on his face.

And not an ounce of jealousy in his heart. What does this mean?

He feels the climax building in him. Fire running through his veins. Muscles tensing and begging, asking him to let go and fall off the cliff. Akaashi bursts into a muffled groan. His seed spreads between the three men beneath him and makes a mess that is sure to make Kei complain. 

When he comes down from his high, all is still around him. That is until Kei takes his hand, the touch so soft it comes like an electric shock. "You did so well, honey." A slight tremble in his hands as he cups Kei's cheeks and kisses his lips sweetly. 

"How are you? You're okay?" He asks.

"I'm fine, considering…"

"Considering what?"

Kei looks around. Still dazed and finding it difficult to get his head into the talking space. "Considering I still have another man's dick in me and my husband just ruined the new bedsheet I bought last week." He snorts. "Do not! I say–Do. Not–send this to dry cleaning. You're getting the stain out by hand."

"That'll do."

A small cough catches their attention. "Now that you've come, I guess the plan is off, huh?" 

"Plan?" Bokuto says with a satisfied sigh, tilting his head to the side facing the three of them.

"What plan?" Kei asks, tilting his head down to look at Kuroo in his face. 

"Well, me and Akaashi kinda had a plan going. The plan in which he'd not come until a certain point then I'm gonna fuck him while he's fucking you and then we're not gonna stop and Bo gets his turn with you and–"

"Hey! Why do I have to go last?" Bokuto slaps Kuroo's naked butt and it sends Kei forward with a strangled grunt.

"Careful. I'm a fragile commodity here," Kei says in a mostly deadpan voice. 

"Can't believe you're using the word commodity unironically." Akaashi grabs the tissues from the bedside drawer and cleans up. 

"Commodity is a product that can be bought and sold, right?" Bokuto has turned on his side, looking at them with wide eyes as if Kei's red, throbbing dick wasn't in front of his face. 

"That's right," Kuroo states. Bokuto pumps his fist in the air. "Since you're a fragile commodity, I wonder if I'd get my worth."

"What do you mean?" Kei's puzzled face is a sight to see. 

Kuroo pulls away slowly so his cock drags until the tip catches Kei's rim. "Now that the plan is off, will I get to ruin you like I wanted to?" 

Kei moans long and low when Kuroo pushes his hard cock forward until they meet skin to skin. They made eye contact and that makes Kei burst into a surprised giggle afterwards. At the same time, Akaashi sees the way Kuroo and Bokuto lights up. He checks his heart again. No jealousy.

It's just…full. 

Akaashi reaches up to Kuroo, over his husband's long torso, cups his cheeks in his palms and gives him a small peck. Almost decent enough. When Kuroo blushes, he says, "You know what they say, if the plan doesn't work– change the plan, not the goal. The night is still young." 

Then, he turns to Bokuto, "I've been wanting to kiss you all night. Will you let me?"

"Hell yeah!"

So, he dives in and pulls a little groan from Bokuto when he slips his tongue. Beside him, Kuroo is working his magnificent body, knocking out Kei's breath after breath, until he finishes into the condom. 

 

—

 

"You okay?" 

Bokuto struggles with the mug in his hand. Akaashi is standing behind him with a bath towel around his waist. A quick glance to the clock in the living room across the kitchen tells him that it is almost 2.30 in the morning. This is the longest he and Kuroo spent in their one night stands' house. 

"I'm not okay. My dick almost falls off," he jokes, which got Akaashi smiling.

Following the new plan that all four of them made, they took turns with each other. Drilling pleasure and spewing filthy thoughts and there's always somebody who responds. That's why it took hours. They're learning each others' bodies, teaching the other if anybody got it wrong… something that would never happen if their partner was someone else.

"Do you think this is weird?" Akaashi echoes his thoughts. He moves slowly and takes his place next to him at the counter. Akaashi takes the jug of hot tea he made and pours it into his own cup.

"What? You drinking tea from a frog shaped mug? Not weird, totally adorable."

Bokuto sees Akaashi turn red. It takes a while before Akaashi speaks again. Probably has something to do with how the redness almost disappears from his face.

"Not that. See–" Akaashi holds his hand forward, wiggles his ring finger in front of his face. "I'm married. Yet, when you compliment me, my heart does things. You and Kuroo have been fucking Kei in every other positions and surfaces available, and I don't feel any less love for my husband. Am I broken or something?"

Bokuto watches for the first time the way Akaashi's face contorted into the one with apprehension. Akaashi moaning–beautiful, Akaashi commanding–hot, Akaashi takes everything and gives much more–unbelievable, out of this world. 

Akaashi bites his lips with a worrying furrow of his brows–not hot, Akaashi looks everywhere except at him–not good, Akaashi fidgeting with his ring and thinking bad thoughts about himself–devastating, return mail back to sender.

"I love Kuroo," he says to Akaashi. It doesn't surprise him anymore that he managed to say it out loud. He's been in love with his best friend. Even before they've been sleeping together. When they're just two roommates, fresh-faced and still think jorts coming back in early 10's is the greatest. He chuckles when Akaashi doesn't find this surprising too. 

"Wow! Does everybody know that except the one I'm in love with?

"By the way, to answer your question, I'm sure you're not broken. It's human nature to feel happy when someone compliments you. When you know something that you worked hard on getting the recognition you want. When something you cherish, others cherish it too. It's one thing to do things easy, it's another thing to do things fun. Love and being loved are fun."

"Are you saying loving Kuroo-san is hard?"

Bokuto chuckles. "I'm not saying that. I'm just saying, what you're feeling for Kei is love at its purest. It can make you blind and reckless, but you'd do anything to make Kei happy. And it doesn't hurt that he loves you that much too."

Akaashi contemplates. The tea has gone cold. "Will you see me as a lesser man when I say if given time, I could feel the same way I feel for Kei with you two?"

"I expect you to wine and dine me first. I think Kuroo is fine with just a good dicking." 

Akaashi places the mug on the counter top. His shoulders tensed and strained. Water is still dripping from the tip of his hair. His jaw clenches. "I mean it, Bokuto-san."

Fuck it if Bokuto has anything to respond. Akaashi is there. A married man risking it all to let him know what he feels even if the feeling wasn't there yet. Weird thing though, if he was someone else, he'd leg it and call it a night. But Akaashi pins him in place. Making him feel things he's trying so hard not to feel. Face the fact that he has no problem turning the other cheek.

"I haven't told Kuroo how I feel. I just thought he'd get it on his own."

"Love doesn't work like that, Bokuto-san. You need to tell the others to know."

"Like just now? When you tell me your heart does things it's not supposed to do?"

"It's supposed to do what it's supposed to do. I know it's something that I need to talk with Kei and see where it goes." Akaashi gives him a meaningful stare. Bokuto feels his hair stand when Akaashi runs his cold fingers up his arm. He reduces the space between their bodies, cups Akaashi's neck and secures him so kissing him would be much more comfortable. 

"My husband and I are much the same. I bet he's thinking what I'm thinking too. Leave him to me. It's you and Kuroo-san who need to figure out how you guys feel for each other." Akaashi runs his hands around his waist, grabs his butt cheeks and it is delicious when their groins meet. 

Bokuto removes the offending bath towel on Akaashi's hips, letting it pool around his ankles. His body is bruised in a good way–courtesy of Kuroo, Kei and himself. His own is not that bad.

"Will Kei see me as a lesser man when you fuck me on the counter?" Bokuto asks, grinning widely.

"Not if you wipe the stains out and show him how fun it is to do it in places other than the bedroom."

"Oh?"

"I've always wanted to fuck him against the living room window. Where people might see. He's too embarrassed." Akaashi says before he presses their lips together.

Soft fingers circling his already loosened hole. Bokuto can only gasp against Akaashi's shoulder. His knees are getting too weak to stand. He gathers his composure and looks Akaashi in the eyes. "Man, you got a lot of kinky stuff in your head, huh?"

"Will you indulge me?" 

Akaashi's voice is low and sexy. Bokuto is already swept up in his plan. 

 

—

 

Kuroo watches the rise and fall of Kei's chest under him. His eyes trail from the red bruises from his nipples, to his collarbone, up the column of his neck. Kei tilts his head to the side just then, so he can see the red bruises starting from behind his ear to the lower part of his neck, fingerprints a shade lighter than the love bites–even if the long wheat-coloured hair is covering it. 

He can't stop himself when he grabs Kei's chin and turns him towards him, pursing Kei's bruised mouth so he can kiss it better. Kei whines but still reciprocates him. 

"Shortcake?" He asks.

Kei nods without any hesitation. Kuroo gives him one last kiss and pulls out, leaving the warmth that has been enveloping him for the better part of the night. He ties the used condom and tosses it to the bin–this time it actually goes inside the bin, unlike many others before it.

Kuroo meant to get up, start a bath and maybe check on the two other people who are not in the room and who he is sure were up to no good; before Kei grabs him–tight around his wrist.

"Stay," Kei asks.

"I could but I don't think you like having this much bodily fluids on you." He wipes somebody's drying cum on his skin–probably Bokuto's, who knows. 

"Stay." 

The same response tugs a little too much on his poor little heart. 

"Don't complain when it gets itchy later," Kuroo jokes and turns Kei to his side, tucking his head in the crook of his neck and shoulder. Kei places one hand over his waist and drapes himself against him, chest to legs. 

"Do you always get cuddly afterwards?" He asks when it gets too quiet he can hear Bokuto's gruff moans in the kitchen. 

"Must you always be talking afterwards?" Kei snaps.

"Ooh, feisty. Too bad, I already know how you sound when you have three dicks in you. So, no amount of snark can stop me."

"Who said I'm stopping you?" 

Kuroo looks down and sees beautiful golden eyes looking up at him. Kei is different from the first time he saw him last night. Different from being flighty and jittery; more youthful and calm. Whatever happened tonight, a greedy part of him wants more. 

That is when he is reminded of another pair of eyes, golden too, but holds so much life and excitement. Like a golden retriever. Always there by his side, for years now. And he wonders if whatever he is doing now–if anything he ever did, is even right. 

"Do you believe in soulmates? Like two souls bound together by the red string of fate. That wherever they go, even if they exist in different times and spaces, when the moment is right, you know they're there for you? "

He contemplates, and honestly he doesn't know where this is going. Kei doesn't stop him. "I like the idea, but honestly, being bound to a single person for eternity would be a nightmare. What if fate is wrong? What if the person you are fated to is wrong? There's nothing to like when you're miserable with the one you're stuck with."

He's only met with a small grunt. Kei is probably too tired to entertain his thoughts. It's great that he listened, though. He knows how to be grateful.

"What a bleak take and to think I'm the most negative person in the room I've ever met." Kei makes himself comfortable on his chest. He folds his arm, tucks his chin at the crook of his elbow and stares him down. "Kuroo-san, you should never doubt yourself. Why blame fate when you have every right to choose the person you're stuck with?" 

Kuroo wants to argue but Kei shuts him up with another mean stare. It makes something in his stomach flips. 

"By your logic, then, you and Bokuto-san are not soulmates. You two look too happy to be miserable sticking with each other."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"For someone who is so attuned to his partner's needs in bed, you can be dense too huh?"

"What?" Kuroo chuckles. Kei is back to giving him an unimpressed stare. "Wh–what?"

Kei doesn't respond but gives him a knowing grin. Kuroo's mind is racing. What is it? What did he miss? Why's Kei so adorable even if he's naked, hair's a mess and covered with drying cum?

"You're so confused and I'm having too much fun. I'm not telling you. Go find out for yourself."

Kei pushes him and starts to make his way out of the bed. Kuroo grabs him by his waist.

"Tell me or I'll fuck it out of you. You know how hard I can drill." 

"Ew, pun. Gross." 

Soon, they find themselves giggling. 

"Fine," Kei relents. "Carry me to the bathroom and see if I'm merciful enough to shed some light and put you out of your misery."

With heaving strength, Kuroo carries Kei's long naked body and goes into the bathroom. 

 

—

 

Kei's skin is smooth. 

It isn't like he wasn't aware of the fact, but as he sweeps the warm water against his skin, it's more obvious now.

Bokuto-san likes you. I think he's just scared of ruining what you two have. Like you do.

That's what Kei had said before he fell asleep on his chest. The water around his ankles splashes around when he tries to adjust both their bodies in the bathtub. 

Bokuto likes him, huh?

Then, what have they been doing all this time?

The bathroom door squeaks open. Akaashi's black tufts of hair peek first before the rest of him. He's changed into his pyjamas. He walks slowly to the edge of the tub, not wanting to disturb his husband's sleep. Akaashi has a fond smile on his face.

"Where's Bokuto?" Kuroo asks softly.

"He's asleep in the guest room."

"Oh, I thought we weren't spending the night?"

Akaashi looks at him like he knows everything that would happen a moment, a month, a few years in the future. 

"It's late and you guys have an early morning tomorrow. Bokuto-san told me."

"Hmm." Kuroo does feel he's not up to driving yet. And right now, with a whole adult man's weight on his body anchoring him down in the bathtub, it's cosy. He has the sudden urge to kiss Kei's temple. 

And he does it.

"Do you like holding Kei?" 

Akaashi's question made his heart drop. He didn't mean to do it. Didn't mean to embrace someone else with feelings attached.

"Don't panic, Kuroo-san. I'm not angry." Akaashi reaches and runs his hand across his cheek. "I know you wouldn't hurt Kei." Kuroo nuzzles into Akaashi's palm like it's natural. 

"It's nice to see how much you and Bokuto-san care for Kei like I do. Sometimes I feel like I'm insane making something like tonight happen."

"Are you regretting it?" Kuroo asks, suddenly shy.

He's been Bokuto's fuck buddy for so long. Sometimes the feeling of unworthiness and helplessness comes and he hates it. Hates that Bokuto is being embraced by another person. Hates that he's not courageous enough to let Bokuto know how he feels. Hates being ridiculed for the feelings he has. Hates that perhaps he's the only one who is in love. 

So, when Akaashi, who is clearly in love, shows this kind of expression–fond eyes and soft smile–he worries. 

"I don't, Kuroo-san," Akaashi says. "I wish for this and more."

When Kuroo shifts to ask Akaashi what he means, Kei stirs in his arms. Akaashi is quick to stand, kisses Kei on his temple and brushes the water droplets from his face. "Kei, honey, let's get you in bed."

"No. Comfy–"

"You'll get a cold sleeping like this."

Kei opens his eyes slowly. Akaashi smiles.

"Keiji, I love you," he murmurs. 

"I love you too, honey. Come, I'll carry you to bed."

Just like that, Kei stands in the middle of the bathroom. Kuroo watches as Akaashi pat Kei's body, wrap a robe around him and lift him out of the bathroom. The door closes with a click. 

Wish for this and more, huh?

After a few more minutes contemplating, he gets out of the bath. 

Akaashi has shown him where Bokuto has been sleeping. He can't stop chuckling at a lump of blanket in the middle of the bed. He moves quietly and takes his space, almost at the edge of the bed.

"Why are you so far away?" The lump of blanket speaks. 

"You're taking all the space."

The lump of blanket shuffles, slowly inching away and stops so it's clear that the bed is divided into two sides. Kuroo moves around comfortably, deciding to face the lump of blanket on his side. Facing Bokuto like this, with dim moonlight coming from the window, he can almost make out Bokuto's features; his pointed nose, his chin, his chest, his hand balled into a fist against his stomach. 

He wants to be selfish. Like Akaashi. Like Kei. He wants to have everything he wants without thinking much for anything. Well, that's not true. A lot of thinking has been happening. It's courage that he needs. The courage to be hurt. The courage to be loved.

He moves his hand slowly, aiming to hold the hand on Bokuto's stomach, when the lump of blanket speaks again.

"Tetsu, I love you."

Kuroo's eyes widen, but immediately soften because the lump of blanket shifts to face him. He can tell Bokuto is pouting underneath the blanket–he's been quiet for quite too long. He peels the blanket from Bokuto's face. Bokuto has his eyes scrunched, his lips trembles, waiting for the inevitable end. Kuroo exhales fondly.

"Say it properly, you idiot."

Bokuto opens his eyes. Prominent pout on his face. Kuroo takes a snapshot of this view because… a new plan is forming in his head. 

"Tetsu, I love you. Let's date."

Kuroo brushes the salt and pepper hair out of Bokuto's face; thumb running across the apple of his cheek, fingers tilting his jaw, and he presses his lips on Bokuto's mouth. 

"I love you too. Let's date."

 

—

 

"This is the cafe Konoha told you about?" 

Kei watches as his husband ignores him and walks confidently to the counter. Really, honestly, Kei has no problems with friends' recommendations, but this is too suspicious. They're miles away from campus, meaning miles away from where Konoha works, which means this is not just a cafe that is conveniently placed so Konoha can purposely lose his way and eat a great strawberry shortcake which I guarantee Kei would like. 

"Hey, hey, hey! You're here!" Kei watches in exasperation as Bokuto greets Akaashi with the biggest grin on his face. And somehow, the world is brighter; Kei is almost blind he needs to change to new prescription glasses. 

Kei follows his husband from behind. 

"Kei!!" Bokuto shouts.

Yeah, he's gonna commit murder if there is one more person in this world who knows his name besides the five people who turned their heads towards him right now. 

"Bokuto-san, please don't shout," Akaashi reprimands.

"Uh, sorry." Bokuto claps his hands together. "I was excited when you told me that you two would pick us up here."

"Uh, count me out. I didn't know we're coming here. Keiji says he's taking me to the cafe with the greatest strawberry shortcake before we have to actually meet." Kei takes off his scarf around his neck and shoves it inside his work bag.

"Hey! That is us!" Bokuto shrieks.

"Oh, really?" Kuroo emerges from the kitchen with cool looking glasses and plates. "So, you two are having a date by yourselves first before having a date with all four of us?" 

Kuroo walks past Bokuto to arrange the glasses and plates in the cupboard. Bokuto takes this chance to slap Kuroo's ass. Kuroo almost drops the tray carrying the items but does nothing to retaliate. Instead, he kisses Bokuto lightly on his cheeks. 

"Stop. You're gonna make me puke."

"Don't be jealous. You'll get a stomachache." Akaashi looks up at him, utter innocence radiating on his face when he knows– Akaashi knows how weak the three of them make him feel. 

It seems that the plan that night had spiralled out of control. Starting with them spending the night at their house instead of going home when the deed was done. It went from Bokuto making them breakfast to Kuroo kissing them goodbye. Then, somehow, Akaashi got their phone numbers and Kei acted like a schoolboy with a crush. Except, his husband also shared his crush and his crush's boyfriend also shared a crush. It's all very complicated and Kei's mind is completely short-circuiting when Kuroo and Bokuto flirt with him whenever they have their 'talks'.

And he still loves his husband. 

"Kei? You're okay?" Kuroo asks as he places the last plate in the cupboard.

"Does your stomach really hurt?" Bokuto holds out his hands like that's helpful. Well, yes. Whenever Bokuto holds out his hands, it always helps. He has strong arms, his hugs are great and he smells nice. Ugh, he hates it.

"You better tell us now and not when we have you naked on your back tonight, yeah?" Akaashi sips on his tea like it's nobody's business. Kei thinks Akaashi should choke on his drink.

"Keiji!" 

The two jerks behind the counter snickers. Fine. It's a good thing the counter is further than the people seating on their tables. Not like this conversation is anything appropriate than four guys planning to have sex together by the end of the day. 

"I'm going home. You three can watch the movie without me." He pushes against the counter to walk out the cafe.

"No, Kei–"

"Honey–"

"Baby–"

The three of them speak at the same time. Kei stops halfway and stares coldly at the three men. "Which one of you called me baby?" 

They're looking at each other. Kei wants to be firm–nobody is calling him that –except the three of them know how needy he can be; how embarrassing he can be. And he only ever intended for only these three men that'd ever know that part of him. 

Akaashi sighs like he's done explaining things to a 5 year old. "Kei, I did. I called you baby just now. It's because you are. You're my baby." 

Kei knows his face burns. He can't berate Akaashi.

"Kei," Kuroo calls, "you're my baby too." He adds a little wink, which honestly, makes Kei's knees weak. 

"Waaaitt! Hold it!" Bokuto places his hands by his hips. "I'm baby too! Hug me Tetsu-" Bokuto holds out his hands to Kuroo and immediately, the two of them hug each other. Keiji walks behind the counter and joins in the hug without another word.

And they're all still waiting for him.

"I'm not gonna be weird and hug you guys in the middle of the cafe."

"Kei, you're already weird not to join the comfiest hug you could ever have," Bokuto's voice is muffled by somebody's shoulder. 

Kei looks at the man he married and the men he's dating. He's fond of them, truly. There's nobody who has been so caring and kind and understanding than the three of them. So, he steels himself and forms a new plan. 

"I'm not gonna join your hug pile now. But,... tonight. Yes." He swallows his nerves. "Tonight I'll be with you guys. So....., Okay." Hoping they will get him.

The three of them look at him. There's no mistaking that those looks aren't filled with love. He'll do this all over again and possibly more. 

"Well, that is a great plan. Isn't it, boys?" Kuroo asks nobody in particular.

"A magnificent plan indeed," Akaashi agrees.

"Super duper into the plan," Bokuto says with his thumb up.

Kei–heart full of something like love bursting into the seams–grins widely to his boys. "Glad you like it. Now, feed me, I'm hungry."

They give each other meaningful looks then. Hopeful looks.

A look that says let's stick with each other and see where this goes.

Which is then answered by a look that says isn't that another great plan?