“I’m starting to think you have a thing for handjobs,” Keiji said as Koutarou peeled him out of his pants. They were still talking quiet, because Kuroo was still in his room just a few feet over. Hopefully sleeping like a dead guy so Koutarou didn’t become one.
“Is that so bad?” Koutarou grinned and leaned back on the pillows he’d put against the wall. “I’ve got a thing for a lot of stuff.”
@speckledsolanaceae this is the fic to fill the prompt “bottles” that you sent me eons ago! i’m so sorry it took me so long! i hope you enjoy it!
Summary
There are a lot of things weighing on Kei’s mind, and with summer drawing to a close his partners are determined to make him talk. Even if it’s not necessarily to them.
“Will one of you tell me where we are going,” Kei snapped from where he was scrunched up in the back seat of Tadashi’s cramped, piece of garbage car.
Hitoka was sitting in the passenger seat. She should have been the one in the back because she was tiny, but Tadashi had insisted that he needed her up front with him.
She turned and smiled. “You’ll see when we get there.”
Kei leveled her with a flat look, putting a falter in her smile. She turned to Tadashi, whispering, “Are we almost there?”
Tadashi chuckled before the car sped up noticeably. “Nearly there.”
Another minute passed quietly, save for the soft music on the radio and—
“If you won’t tell me where we’re going,” Kei grumbled, “will you at least tell me why I hear clinking glass coming from the trunk?”
“Nope!”
Kei glared into Tadashi’s stupid soft brown eyes through the rear-view mirror. He watched his boyfriend’s eyes crinkle as he snickered, “Sorry, Tsukki.”
He could only roll his own and look out the window to watch the passing fields of their small town. Why they would want to take him to the outskirts, besides to murder him, was beyond him.
Well, if he was going to be murdered, it may as well be by his two—at least usually—favourite people.
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