Daichi slapped the palm of his hand against the air conditioner again. It sputtered slightly, but wasn’t making any progress in cooling the apartment. He’d found that the only positive of being fresh out of the police academy and stuck on paper pushing desk duty was that he spent eight to ten hours a day in cool, refreshing, properly working air conditioning. But here he was, on his day off in nothing but his underwear, cursing technology and bruising his hand in a fruitless attempt at temperature control.
The door to the apartment slammed open, hitting the wall so hard that if they’d had anything hung it would have fallen. Daichi considered briefly the picture he must’ve made, and he would have been embarrassed if Kuroo’s head wasn’t already stuck halfway out of his shirt as he tripped over the shoe he had just taken off.
“Why is it so hot?!” Kuroo yelled, still slightly muffled by the fabric of his shirt.
“Do you actually want an answer to that?” Daichi asked. He was looking at the air conditioner again, where it sat, useless, in the window, as if somehow looking at it would help him fix it.
“Yes, genius, I want an answer.” Kuroo’s voice wasn’t muffled anymore, and Daichi could hear him cross the small room. “Where’s Bokuto when you need him?”
“I don’t think anything in the room is actually on fire.”
Kuroo’s hands landed on Daichi’s hips and he moved them side to side, pushing Daichi off balance.
“Things could be on fire.” Kuroo said, his voice low.
“Is that a euphemism?”
“It could be a euphemism.”
“Burning sensations are not sexy.”
Kuroo laughed and didn’t reply, but judging by the way he buried his forehead against the back of Daichi’s head he could guess that he embarrassed him.
Daichi heard the door open again, not so aggressively this time, and Bokuto entered the apartment.
“Hey did you guys start without me?” He called, wasting no time in stripping his shirt off his chest as Daichi looked over his shoulder to see.
“Start what?” Daichi asked. He tried to sound as innocent as someone could sound with another man’s hands on his hips and Kuroo kissing the back of his neck.
Bokuto didn’t reply with words, he just gestured with both hands towards them and stepped out of his jeans.
“This? This is nothing. We’re doing nothing. I’m already burning up and we’re hardly touching.” Daichi said.
“Of course you’re burning up, I’m super hot.” Kuroo replied. Bokuto laughed and Daichi groaned.
“You guys are totally doing something, and I want in, come on.” Bokuto, ever the practical one when it came to food, sex, or, strangely, cuddling, crossed the room and pushed the two of them bodily towards a bedroom.
FILL Team: Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Rated: T
475 words
Daichi slapped the palm of his hand against the air conditioner again. It sputtered slightly, but wasn’t making any progress in cooling the apartment. He’d found that the only positive of being fresh out of the police academy and stuck on paper pushing desk duty was that he spent eight to ten hours a day in cool, refreshing, properly working air conditioning. But here he was, on his day off in nothing but his underwear, cursing technology and bruising his hand in a fruitless attempt at temperature control.
The door to the apartment slammed open, hitting the wall so hard that if they’d had anything hung it would have fallen. Daichi considered briefly the picture he must’ve made, and he would have been embarrassed if Kuroo’s head wasn’t already stuck halfway out of his shirt as he tripped over the shoe he had just taken off.
“Why is it so hot?!” Kuroo yelled, still slightly muffled by the fabric of his shirt.
“Do you actually want an answer to that?” Daichi asked. He was looking at the air conditioner again, where it sat, useless, in the window, as if somehow looking at it would help him fix it.
“Yes, genius, I want an answer.” Kuroo’s voice wasn’t muffled anymore, and Daichi could hear him cross the small room. “Where’s Bokuto when you need him?”
“I don’t think anything in the room is actually on fire.”
Kuroo’s hands landed on Daichi’s hips and he moved them side to side, pushing Daichi off balance.
“Things could be on fire.” Kuroo said, his voice low.
“Is that a euphemism?”
“It could be a euphemism.”
“Burning sensations are not sexy.”
Kuroo laughed and didn’t reply, but judging by the way he buried his forehead against the back of Daichi’s head he could guess that he embarrassed him.
Daichi heard the door open again, not so aggressively this time, and Bokuto entered the apartment.
“Hey did you guys start without me?” He called, wasting no time in stripping his shirt off his chest as Daichi looked over his shoulder to see.
“Start what?” Daichi asked. He tried to sound as innocent as someone could sound with another man’s hands on his hips and Kuroo kissing the back of his neck.
Bokuto didn’t reply with words, he just gestured with both hands towards them and stepped out of his jeans.
“This? This is nothing. We’re doing nothing. I’m already burning up and we’re hardly touching.” Daichi said.
“Of course you’re burning up, I’m super hot.” Kuroo replied. Bokuto laughed and Daichi groaned.
“You guys are totally doing something, and I want in, come on.” Bokuto, ever the practical one when it came to food, sex, or, strangely, cuddling, crossed the room and pushed the two of them bodily towards a bedroom.