If Bokuto had been flirting with Tsukishima before, while he was blocking for the third year or woven in among the ribbing he'd been subjected to over the last few minutes, Tsukishima hasn't noticed. He's too used to "flirting" meaning awkward confessions from girls his age, given along with carefully penned letters and nervous glances. He hasn't considered the possibility that any boy would be into him. (Well. Aside from Yamaguchi.)
Which is why Bokuto's blunt proposal seems so sudden and out of the blue that Tsukishima feels as though they'd skipped a step or ten and landed in a completely different conversation than they were having earlier - even though he's still perched on Bokuto's thigh like he's waiting for a chance to ride it, and he can feel himself getting wet from the brief moment of hard friction alone.
He backs up, but doesn't get out of Bokuto's space. He can smell Bokuto like this - he smells like sweat and grass, maybe earth, but it's not unpleasant. If he turned his face just a little, they'd be able to kiss.
Everything he'd been feeling about Bokuto earlier slots together like a solution to a puzzle - he's attracted to Bokuto. Oh.
A million other questions are buzzing through his head - why him, why now, Bokuto is into guys?, Bokuto is into him? - but the one he ends up blurting out is - "You want to do that here?"
He meant to come off as indignant, but instead he just sounds breathless. If he didn't look like a naive kid before, he definitely does now. And uptight. Still uptight. If Bokuto is up to the task of fucking that out of him he'd better have energy to spare, because it's going to take more than a few rounds, that's for sure.
no subject
Which is why Bokuto's blunt proposal seems so sudden and out of the blue that Tsukishima feels as though they'd skipped a step or ten and landed in a completely different conversation than they were having earlier - even though he's still perched on Bokuto's thigh like he's waiting for a chance to ride it, and he can feel himself getting wet from the brief moment of hard friction alone.
He backs up, but doesn't get out of Bokuto's space. He can smell Bokuto like this - he smells like sweat and grass, maybe earth, but it's not unpleasant. If he turned his face just a little, they'd be able to kiss.
Everything he'd been feeling about Bokuto earlier slots together like a solution to a puzzle - he's attracted to Bokuto. Oh.
A million other questions are buzzing through his head - why him, why now, Bokuto is into guys?, Bokuto is into him? - but the one he ends up blurting out is - "You want to do that here?"
He meant to come off as indignant, but instead he just sounds breathless. If he didn't look like a naive kid before, he definitely does now. And uptight. Still uptight. If Bokuto is up to the task of fucking that out of him he'd better have energy to spare, because it's going to take more than a few rounds, that's for sure.