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Akaashi never meant to look.
He had assumed he was the last person at the gym. Practice had ended about an hour ago but Akaashi had to stay behind to finish some paperwork. He managed a professional volleyball team, so it wasn’t like he had never seen naked, muscular athletes before. But somehow, he was still deeply unprepared for this.
Dripping wet, hard muscles filled his vision and all he could do was stare helplessly as Bokuto slowly dragged his boxer briefs up his muscular thighs.
Look away and keep walking!
His mind was racing. But for some reason he was rooted to his spot.
Oh man.. what a sight. It was so much more than his young, naive brain could handle.
When his gaze dragged over the lines of Bokuto’s back, he felt a rush down his body.
Oh no. No, no, no.
He was hard. Visibly hard. In sweat pants.
Alarm bells went off in his head as he finally got his feet to move.
He was about to scramble the fuck outta there, but Bokuto turned around at that very moment. In true deer-in-headlights form, Akaashi was frozen in place.
Achingly, obviously, aroused. While staring at a naked, huge volleyball player. In a horribly empty locker room.
Of course Bokuto’s eyes fell immediately to the tent in Akaashi’s pants.
“I-“ Akaashi stuttered. “I wasn’t staring. At you. It’s not-“
God why couldn’t he talk right now?
“It’s not you.” He finally gritted out.
An intense look darkened Bokuto’s golden eyes and he took a step closer. On reflex, Akaashi took a step back. And another, until his back was against the lockers and Bokuto was inches from him. Akaashi shrank back and looked away sharply.
Fuck.
Bokuto is going to punch me in the face.
“Look at me.” Bokuto’s voice was super deep and sexy. It sent a shiver down Akaashi’s spine.
Wow.
Akaashi marveled at his own depravity. Even when he was about to be beat up, he was still hot for the guy.
Reluctantly, Akaashi met his gaze.
For, like, a millisecond. Because then he was shoved up against the lockers and Bokuto’s mouth came down hard on his.
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
What the fuck?
Adrenaline raged through his body as his mind scrambled to catch up with what was happening.
Bokuto’s tongue brushed up against his and just like that, he melted. Holy fuck, Bokuto was a good kisser.
Akaashi moaned shamelessly and his hands moved on their own up to Bokuto’s hard biceps.
Bokuto growled in response and thrust with his hips so that his enormous erection was grinding up against Akaashi’s.
This had to stop before Akaashi started whimpering, or worse, shooting his load in his sweatpants.
Bokuto ripped his lips away but didn’t move.
“1305.” he breathed.
“Huh?”
“My hotel room.”
“Oh.” Akaashi said dumbly.
Bokuto smirked and stepped back. Akaashi was so scattered that he did the first thing that came to mind, he finally got the fuck out of there.