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Bokuto lifted the weights onto his shoulders from their resting spot on the rack to start a new set of squats. The last two guys, who had also decided to workout at 11pm on a Friday night, were on their way out. The guy at the frontdesk wished them a great night.
He watched the door close behind them through the mirror in front of him and his heart started racing. Frontdesk-man turned his head towards him, probably thinking that Bokuto wouldn’t notice. But he did. He always did.
He knew that the guy – Kuroo – liked the late shifts at this 24/7 gym next to their campus, because they were quieter and he could get some studying done. Bokuto didn’t know that from Kuroo himself, but from Yaku, their mutual friend who played on the College Volleyball team with Bokuto and also worked here as a part time trainer. He and Kuroo had been to the same high school and had played together. Now, Kuroo tended more towards organizational tasks and was part of the sports council.
Kuroo had a kind smile, a dumb sense of humor and a twinkle in his eyes that screamed of mischief. Bokuto had developed a crush on him the first time they met. They had never really talked outside of volleyball and sports, so when Yaku told him that Kuroo had also started to work at the gym, he immediately joined with a membership. Just as an excuse to see the other more and maybe find the courage to actually talk to him. And now, as Kuroo’s eyes lingered on his back, he felt a heat rise to his face that wasn’t the result of his squats.
It had been like that from the start. Bokuto would come during Kuroo’s shifts every second night of the week. It had been going on for months now.
“Hey there, big boy,” he soon started greeting him every time he walked through the door. He always wore those loose fitting tank tops that fell open over his chest as he leaned over his book, revealing the black barbell piercings through his nipples that Bokuto could not stop staring at. “Almost feared you wouldn’t come.”
A lie.
“Then again, you wouldn’t leave me all alone on our date night, now would you?” Bokuto didn’t know if Kuroo had been joking or flirting, but he surely was hoping for the latter. His mischievous smirk always made him a bit stupid.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he’d said, immediately questioning why he did it. But the “Good boy” that had left Kuroo’s smiling lips right after had him blushing through his whole warmup routine.
He liked being called that. He liked the way Kuroo smiled at him and watched him while working out. He also liked watching the other through the mirrors. How far he had to push his hips back to lean comfortably on his elbows while reading, because of how tall he was. How cute his face scrunched up in concentration.
This was their first time alone like this, and Kuroo's eyes were fixed on him longer than usual as he went on with his set. Bokuto had to stop looking at him for the sake of his balance, but he could still feel Kuroo’s gaze on him. So he flexed harder, went lower in his squats and grunted with the effort.
Was he trying to impress him? Maybe. He sure as hell wouldn’t be able to do it with words, so why not try it this way? Just the thought of asking the other out on a date tied up his throat. And Kuroo seemed to enjoy the view.
He put the weights back on the rack after his set and leaned down for his water bottle. When he turned around, Kuroo was focused on his notes again. Maybe he was just acting, maybe he was actually trying to concentrate again. It didn’t really matter, because that cute little frown was back on his face either way.
Kuroo still stood with his hips pushed back, his back more arched than before as he shifted his weight onto one leg. Those legs, that went on for days. Bokuto couldn’t keep his eyes off of him. He was so damn pretty with his tall and lean, but athletic build. He was everything Bokuto found attractive.
As he sipped on his water, his eyes lingered on the sliver of tan skin where his top had ridden up a bit. Oh, how much he wanted to touch him there, slip his hands under his shirt and caress the soft skin on his sides. Was Kuroo ticklish? Would he shiver?
A movement caught his attention and his eyes were drawn to slightly swaying hips. How much he wanted to press himself against Kuroo, to feel how warm he was and how the curve of his ass fit against him. Just imagining it made his dick twitch in his shorts.
Then he heard an amused chuckle. He looked up to find Kuroo watching him, a wicked grin on his face.
“Like what you see?” Bokuto wanted to die on the spot. He swallowed hard and blushed. Kuroo had caught him staring. What now?
“What if I said yes?” He didn’t know where this courage came from all of a sudden. Kuroo was probably just joking again, making fun of him for letting his eyes linger over another dude's body.
“Then I’d ask why you aren’t doing something about it?”
“Wh-What…?” Bokuto swallowed again as the other pushed himself off the front desk and came over, slowly closing the small distance between them.
“Because you’re going to drive me insane, if you keep looking at me like that,” he said, taking the bottle out of Bokuto’s hands when he finally reached him and set it down on the floor. Kuroo eyed him up, causing him to blush even harder. “Your muscles aren’t the only reason I call you big boy, you know? You’re hung and those shorts aren’t concealing anything.”
What was happening? Was he dreaming? Did he fall asleep while taking a break on the bench press? Kuroo stepped in closer until there was almost no space between them. Bokuto had to look up a little and god, Kuroo was even prettier up close.
“I saw that monster twitch from over there. Pretty hot,” he said, biting his lip. It wasn’t much more than a whisper, but it broke the weird spell that held Bokuto in trance. He reached for Kuroo, pulled him in by his sides and went for the kiss he had imagined for so long now.
Kuroo dug his fingers into the back of his neck and up into his hair. His tongue immediately slipped between his lips and against Bokuto’s own, taking the opportunity to deepen their kiss as Bokuto gasped against him.
It was even better than he ever could’ve dreamed of. How their bodies actually fit together, pressing even closer, warm and firm, as Bokuto slid his hands around his trim waist onto his hips and ass. How Kuroo moaned softly into his mouth when their slowly hardening cocks pressed against each other. How teeth caught his bottom lip as they pulled away after what felt like hours, completely out of breath.
“God, I want you so bad!”
Kuroo huffed a laugh and let his arms fall around Bokuto’s shoulders, who’s hands slid up the curve of his spine, lifting his top with the motion. Fingers ghosted over smooth skin and Kuroo hummed with content.
“Same for me,” Kuroo said with a smile and glanced up to the clock over the mirrors. A frown appeared on his face. “And I’m not walking home with a raging boner.”
He had no time to realize what Kuroo just said before he kissed him again with urgency. Bokuto didn’t know exactly what the other meant by that, he just agreed. Especially when he rolled his hips and added more to the sweet friction between them.
Kuroo moaned as Bokuto left his lips to follow his jawline and the expanse of his neck, biting softly into delicious skin. A hand grabbed his hair and pulled a groan out of him.
“Fuck me,” Kuroo sighed, and all Bokuto could do was nod. He would do whatever Kuroo wanted him to do. But he blinked in confusion when the other broke from his grip and got down on his knees.
“Wait, now?” he asked, head spinning from the sudden withdrawal of sensation.
“Yeah, and we should hurry. My shift is almost over,” Kuroo said, holding onto Bokuto’s hips as he settled down in front of him.
“What if someone comes in?” He caught the other’s hands as his fingers slipped under his waistband. Kuroo looked up at him, his smile smug.
“Come on, don’t worry.”
He knew he shouldn't listen to him, but the confidence in Kuroo’s words was oddly contagious. Maybe he was just as horny. Wasn’t this what he himself wanted? Kuroo on his knees with his pretty mouth around his dick and much more? Bokuto bit his lip and let go of Kuroo’s hands.
“‘m sweaty.”
“Even better,” the other said in a playful tone that made him blush again and he slowly pulled down Bokuto’s shorts. His eyes were fixed on Bokuto’s crotch where his half hard cock bounced free. He looked at it, as if it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, making it twitch under his stare.
Then he dove right in, licking a stripe along his underside and sucking on his tip, making Bokuto moan in surprise and gripping into the mess of black hair. He couldn’t fit it completely into his mouth, the girth too much halfway through as he hit the back of Kuroo’s throat, choking on it. Tears formed quickly in the corner of his eyes.
“Pretty.”
Kuroo moaned as he took a break to breathe, fumbling with his own pants, pulling them down and something out of his pocket. Bokuto heard the cap of the small lube bottle open before one of Kuroo’s hands disappeared between his legs, pumping his own cock with the other.
Bokuto lifted his eyes from Kuroo’s face to the mirror behind him to see his fingers disappear between his cheeks. He was already stretching himself on two of them, laying his forehead against Bokuto’s thigh.
Kuroo worked himself open in an incredibly short amount of time. In a matter of minutes he was pumping four fingers in and out of himself while sucking on Bokuto’s balls. He gave himself a bit more time, spreading his fingers thoroughly, before he leaned back and threw Bokuto the bottle.
“Lube up, big boy. I’m ready,” he said breathlessly, smirking when Bokuto blinked at his words.
“Do you always have lube on you?”
“No, I just hoped to get lucky for a month now. But I think the condoms I bought are too small.” Kuroo looked up at him expectantly.
“I’m clean,” he answered with a knowing smile which Kuroo returned before he got up. He stepped out of his pants and turned himself towards the mirror, pressing one hand against it while the other spread himself open, waiting. Bokuto’s mouth watered at the sight.
“Hurry up then,” he said, watching through the mirror as Bokuto approached him slowly, coating his length in a generous amount of lube.
He lined himself up with Kuroo’s twitching hole, slowly increasing the pressure until the thick head breached the ring of muscles. They both moaned as Bokuto sank in deeper, placing his hands on the other’s hips and digging his nails into skin.
Bokuto couldn’t believe what was happening. He couldn't believe that he was buried balls deep in his crush at the gym at almost midnight. He almost wouldn't be surprised to wake up to a damp stain on his sheets and his boxers full of cum.
But this was real. Kuroo fogging up the mirror with his moans as he met Bokuto’s first careful thrusts was real, his stretched hole still mind numbingly tight around his thick cock.
Kuroo started babbling “so big” and “so good” like a mantra, when he finally adjusted enough for Bokuto to really start moving. They fit together so perfectly. It was like every twitch of Kuroo’s body told him exactly what he needed to know, even if it was hard to focus through the fog of sex induced stupidness in his head.
He could feel the other’s legs shaking as Bokuto slipped his hand up under Kuroo’s shirt, fingers finding and abusing his pierced nippels until he started to cry out. If he had the time he would try to find every sensitive spot that made him cry like that and make his body quiver in oversensitivity. But they were on a timer, so he had to start thrusting deeper, harder into this tight heat that felt like heaven. Just like the other requested under his breath.
Until Kuroo’s legs started giving out. The first few times he managed to catch himself, but soon he was hanging in Bokuto’s arms, the mirror in front of him giving him no support. Before they both tumbled to the floor he pulled out and held Kuroo against his chest.
“N-no, inside! Cum inside!” He sounded as desperate as he looked to Bokuto through the mirror, flushed from his chest up to his face.
“‘m not done yet, don’t worry,” he said and maneuvered him towards the bench press. Kuroo understood without any words and lay down, pulling up his knees and spreading his legs for Bokuto to see his gaping hole. He pushed back inside with ease and shivered at the welcoming heat enveloped him once again. Kuroo’s legs closed around his lower back, urging him so much deeper than before and thrust harder until Kuroo had to hold onto the bench over his head.
Bokuto bunched up the other’s shirt under his armpits, exposing his arched chest, those damn pierced nipples and bouncing cock on his belly. His waist looked tiny under Bokuto’s hands, who was finally able to touch every part of him.
“So fucking pretty,” he moaned as his fingers dug into his sides. Kuroo mewled at his words, trying to hide his face in his arms as he came untouched, milking Bokuto into his own orgasm with his contractions. A shaking hand pulled him down into a breathless kiss.
“Do you want to order pizza to my place?” Kuroo asked shyly after a moment of silence.
“I'd love to. ‘After sex first date’ style? I like that.”
The other laughed and pulled him back down for another sweet kiss. Kuroo sighed as Bokuto pulled out, cum already leaking onto the bench beneath him.
“Also, second round while waiting?” Bokuto smiled at Kuroo’s smug grin and nodded.
Before they could get dressed again, the main door behind them slammed shut. Bokuto turned his head to find Yaku, mouth agape and murder in his eyes. Well, shit.
“Are you two fucking kidding me?! I have to bleach my eyes now, you fuckers!"
Kuroo just laughed.