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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Akaashi_Keiji/Bokuto_Koutarou
  Character:
      Akaashi_Keiji, Bokuto_Koutarou, Kuroo_Tetsurou, Kozume_Kenma
  Additional Tags:
      Frottage, Gay, First_Kiss, Not_Beta_Read, Bets_&_Wagers, Smut, Kissing,
      Boys_In_Love, Boys_Kissing, Sweet
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-20 Words: 2299
****** It All Starts with a Bet ******
by lootingqueenoftheworld
Summary
     It all starts with a bet.
     Predictably, a bet made by Kuroo.
     A bet that, even more predictably, Koutarou can’t turn down, because
     A) Kuroo is the one who made the bet and B) it’s a bet.
     Koutarou is proud to say that he’s never turned down a bet in his
     entire life.
     Except this bet is different than any of the other bets.
     This bet involves kissing Akaashi.
Notes
     Sorry for any and all mistakes! I wrote this last night at 4am and
     decided to post it on here because I actually finished something!
     Haha
     Anyways, I hope you guys like it. This is my first work for this
     fandom.
See the end of the work for more notes
It all starts with a bet.
Predictably, a bet made by Kuroo.
A bet that, even more predictably, Koutarou can’t turn down, because A) Kuroo
is the one who made the bet and B) it’s a bet. Koutarou is proud to say that
he’s never turned down a bet in his entire life.
Except this bet is different than any of the other bets.
This bet involves kissing Akaashi.
On the mouth.
With tongue.
Which, might not be such a big deal if Koutarou wasn’t half (okay, totally) in
love with Akaashi. He’s not so sure that he’ll survive getting a taste of what
he truly wants only for it to be taken away again.
He’s sure that once he explains that it’s a bet to Akaashi he’ll be forgiven
for kissing him – Akaashi knows his weakness for bets, especially bets made by
Kuroo – but he doesn’t want to have to be forgiven. He wants Akaashi to kiss
him back, to want to be kissed by Koutarou.
But he knows that would never happen.
Akaashi likes girls. And even if he did like boys he would never be interested
in someone like Koutarou – someone who makes a good friend, but not someone
that people want to date. He’s too loud and immature and obsessed with
volleyball to make a good boyfriend, or so he’s been told.
But despite his reservations, Koutarou agrees to the bet, he and Kuroo agreeing
on a time and place and specific rules before doing their secret handshake to
seal the deal.
~***~
On the chosen day for the kiss to take place Koutarou is all nerves. What if he
kisses gross and Akaashi, despite knowing that it was a bet, is so disgusted
that he never wants to talk to Koutarou again? What if Akaashi kisses him back?
No, he can’t let himself hope. It’s not going to happen.
When Kuroo nudges Koutarou in the side for what feels like the millionth time
and gives him that damn smirk Koutarou sort of wants to punch it off of his
face.
“Shut up,” he growls out instead.
“I didn’t say anything,” Kuroo says, raising his hands in surrender, his smirk
growing bigger.
“You don’t have to. I know what you’re thinking,” Koutarou mumbles. Koutarou
had never outright told Kuroo about his crush on Akaashi, but he was sure that
he knew. It seemed like Kuroo always found out about these sorts of things
whether you told him or not. It was an annoying gift for one of your best
friends to have, Koutarou was starting to realize.
“Knock it off,” Kenma tells them, used to their stupid bickering from years of
hanging out with the two of them. He got dragged into this because Kuroo had
insisted that it needed to be recorded and since he was the one who made the
bet someone else had to do the recording.
It hadn’t really made sense to Koutarou at the time – or even now really – but
he had gone along with it anyways.
He freezes when he sees Akaashi, sitting on a bench outside the library reading
a book. This is it.
Kenma turns on the camera and points it towards Kuroo and Koutarou.
“This is the day that Bo finally kisses Akaashi. I’m having it recorded so that
I can play it at your wedding. You can thank me later,” Kuroo says into the
camera. Koutarou sort of wants to deny that he and Akaashi will be getting
married sometime in the future, but he suddenly feels sick to his stomach and
it no longer seems important.
Not when he’s going to be kissing Akaashi in a matter of seconds.
Kuroo turns towards Koutarou and turns him to face Akaashi. “Go get ‘em tiger,”
he whispers, slapping Koutarou on the ass and pushing him towards where Akaashi
is sitting.
Koutarou moves his feet forward as if in a dream. Everything about this feels
surreal.
“Akaashi!” He feels himself shouting without permission, causing Akaashi to
look up from the book he’d been reading.
“Bokuto-san, what are you doing here? Today is a Saturday,” he asks, clearly
surprised. Though to be fair, this is the first time that Koutarou has been
here on a weekend without volleyball being involved.
Koutarou doesn’t answer, just keeps walking towards Akaashi and slams his hands
down on either side of Akaashi’s head. He knows that if he stops now he’ll
chicken out, bet or not.
“Bokuto-san,” Akaashi says, voice husky. It sends a shiver up Koutarou’s spine.
“What are you doing?”
"Kissing you,” Koutarou murmurs and then he’s placing his lips against
Akaashi’s. They’re soft and warm and – surprisingly – they start moving against
Koutarou’s own. Akaashi groans low in his throat and the sound goes straight to
Koutarou’s groin.
He let’s out a breathy moan against Akaashi lips that he’ll deny if asked about
later. Right now he’s too entranced by the fact that Akaashi and he are kissing
to really care about the frankly embarrassing noises he’s making.
When Akaashi runs his tongue along Koutarou's bottom lip he's a fucking goner.
His mind forgets everything that isn’t ‘Akaashi,’ and his body takes complete
control of the situation – his tongue twirling along Akaashi's own and before
he can think better of it, he finds himself running his hands down along
Akaashi's sides and hooking his fingers through the loops on Akaashi's pants as
he pulls the younger boy's hips flush with his own.
Friction – glorious friction – is made better when Akaashi's hips rut up to
meet his own in a timid thrust. He has enough brain power to remember that they
shouldn’t be doing this but not enough to remember why until Akaashi pulls away
to take a breath. It's enough to give him a moment of clarity – a moment in
which he remembers that Kuroo, the dick, is recording all of this and that
they’re in the middle of a school hallway.
It's a struggle to get the words out when Akaashi starts kissing his neck, but
somehow he manages. “’Kaashi,” he gasps out just as Akaashi starts sucking. He
thrusts against Akaashi shamelessly before he remembers he was trying to say
something. “We.. mhm. We, um, oh god,” he pants when Akaashi pulls away only to
lick a strip from his collar bone to his ear. “Weneedtomovesomewhereelse!” He
shouts out as quickly as possible so he doesn’t get distracted by Akaashi's
devilish mouth again.
Akaashi pulls away to look at him and Koutarou whines at the loss. Akaashi's
eyes are simultaneously hooded and sporting the largest, lust-blown pupils that
Koutarou has ever seen. The sight sends another rush of blood to his already-
hard cock.
Koutarou stands up roughly and pulls Akaashi with him. “Now,” he growls out,
feeling suddenly possessive. He heads straight for the closest bathroom, shoves
Akaashi inside, and locks the door as fast as humanly possible before he
crushes his lips back against Akaashi's.
This time he's met with an open mouth and a roll of Akaashi’s hips. It's heaven
and all Koutarou can do is enjoy it, meeting Akaashi's warm tongue with his
own. When Koutarou thrusts against Akaashi's leg softly he's gifted with a
wanton moan and the feeling of Akaashi shoving him up against the bathroom
stall before he rubs their erections together desperately.
For a few moments they rut against each other, fully-clothed in a public
bathroom, and no longer even kissing but rather breathing heavily into each
other's open mouths. It’s hands down the most desperate thing that Koutarou has
ever done – and that's saying something considering the fact that he’s a horny-
ass eighteen year-old boy. Basically all he does is desperate, sweaty things.
But apparently, Akaashi isn't satisfied because the next thing Koutarou
registers is the feeling of his back hitting the cold tile of the bathroom
floor and Akaashi's slim body climbing on top of his as their cocks rub against
each other through the barrier of their respective pants.
Koutarou wants the pants gone. Yesterday. “Pants off. Now,” he manages to grunt
out through the moans – his and Akaashi's – filling the tiny bathroom. Akaashi
rocks into Koutarou a few more times before leaning back to comply. Bokuto
almost pulls him back down, but stops himself just in time.
As good as this feels, he knows it will feel about a hundred times better once
it’s skin on skin.
Koutarou barely has the chance to get his own pants down to his knees when
Akaashi climbs back into his previous position – his own pants only pulled down
to his ankles. Koutarou has about .2 seconds to admire Akaashi's beautiful
uncut cock before it’s sliding against his own, their combined pre-cum sticking
things up a bit.
“Fuck,” Akaashi – who hasn’t said anything since this started – hisses out
through clenched teeth. “You feel so good Bokuto-san.”
“Koutarou,” Koutarou corrects without thinking. In the two years that he's
known Akaashi, not once has he heard the setter call him anything other than
Bokuto-san, but that suddenly feels much too formal. Especially considering the
fact that their penises are currently touching – and oh sweet baby Jesus does
that feel amazing.
Akaashi, still rutting against Koutarou, leans down to whisper in his ear. “You
feel so fucking good, Koutarou,” he whispers sensually and Koutarou shivers at
the use of his name on Akaashi's lips. “If only we had some lube, I'd already
be inside you.”
Now, in every version of this he's pictured – and he's pictured this a lot – he
was the one inside of Akaashi, but for god-knows-what-reason, the though of
Akaashi opening him up with those long fingers sends a wave of lust through his
body.
“Oh fuck, yes,” he moans, thrusting up in search of more. When Akaashi takes
one of his beautiful hands and wraps it around both of their erections Koutarou
almost cries in relief. It might not be exactly what he wants but it feels so
damn good that it doesn’t even matter. Koutarou can feel the heat building up
in his stomach.
Not yet, he thinks, not wanting this to be over so soon.
“God Koutarou, the things you do to me. Do you have any idea how long I’ve
wanted this? How long I’ve wanted you? Years. You’re so fucking sexy, I can
barely stand it. Every night I go home and masturbate to the though of you.
It's maddening. You’re maddening. Good god.” Koutarou isn’t even sure if
Akaashi is fully aware of what he's saying anymore but he drinks in the praise
regardless. Akaashi's rocking back and forth frantically with his eyes shut and
a look of pure lust on his face. Koutarou is going to cum any second – he knows
he should look away and keep this going just a bit longer, but he’s enraptured
by how absolutely stunning Akaashi is in this moment. “I love you Koutarou,”
Akaashi says, finally opening his eyes and meeting Koutarou's own as he spills
hot and wet over his own hand and both of their dicks.
The sight seers itself into Koutarou's brain and in a matter of seconds his own
orgasm rips through him – more violently than any of the ones he's ever given
himself and the noise he makes is not human. When he finally regains sense of
the world around him Akaashi is laying on top of him, breathing hard.
I love you Koutarou, the words ring in his ears as soon an he comes back to
himself. Did Akaashi really mean them or was it just something he said in the
heat of the moment?
“Did you mean it Akaashi?” He asks timidly. Luckily, Akaashi doesn’t have to
ask him to clarify.
“Yes. I love you Bokuto-san,” Akaashi says more confidently than Koutarou would
have been able to had their positions been reversed. “I always have.”
“Koutarou,” he corrects on instinct, his mind reeling with the idea that
Akaashi loves him. He can feel an uncontrollable goofy-ass grin spread across
his face. “I love you too Keiji.” The use of Akaashi's first name feels weird
on his tongue. In all the years he's know him, he's never called him Keiji. But
things are different now. They love each other.
Akaashi’s – Keiji’s, Koutarou is going to have to get used to calling him Keiji
now even in his own head – answering smile is everything Koutarou has always
wished for.
By the time that they get off the floor, clean each other themselves up, and
put their clothes back on Kuroo and Kenma are nowhere to be found. Though, to
be fair, the process had been delayed quite a bit by them stopping to kiss
every few seconds.
Koutarou sends Kuroo a quick ‘thank you’ text followed by a short ‘I won the
bet and you owe me 300 yen’ text because as much as he appreciates what Kuroo
did by basically forcing him to finally kiss Akaa— Keiji, he's still Koutarou.
Kuroo – who somehow already uploaded the video to his phone – sends him a copy
as his only response. Luckily, nothing dirty (more so than them French kissing
anyways) made it onto the footage because after the initial kissing there’s
about a minute of Kuroo laughing his idiotic derp laugh before Kenma, in the
background, tells him to knock it off and the screen goes black.
Keiji yells at him for the stupidity of the bet and the fact that he let Kuroo
record it, but forgives him when Koutarou mumbles ‘sorry’ and plants kiss on
his lips.
~***~
Years later, when gay marriage is finally legalized in Japan and Koutarou and
Keiji get married, Kuroo does play the video at their wedding. They both refuse
to thank him though, on principal, despite the fact that it makes them both
tear up a little bit.
End Notes
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