A/N: Haikyuu!! (bokuaka, lee Akaashi) - 12: “Look into my eyes, what do you see?” – Requested by lovely lovely Mia @tickly-writing, which made me wanna do my best even mooore! Here’s some tickle-filled BokuAka fluff, I hope you like iiit! I couldn’t help but involve my own newest addiction in it…*whispers* mystic messengerrr~
Summary: Bokuto feels neglected when Akaashi chooses to spend the weekend playing Mystic Messenger. After giving Kuroo a call who has the same problem with Kenma, he finally gets an idea of how he can persuade Akaashi into not chatting with virtual cutie guys but pay attention to him!
Word Count: 2110 (omg it got longgg~)
It was finally weekend! Going out, having a romantic date and spend their free days together, Bokuto had been looking forward to it like he always did. If only his dear boyfriend did the same…
“Akaashi! Look into my eyes, what do you see?”
“I see a vast horizon, a beautiful sunset, the moon and stars and apple trees -” Akaashi mumbled sarcastically, not even looking up from his mobile phone.
“No! Akaashi, tears! Tears! Because I am sad! Why do you have to play a game like thaaat and ignore me? You don’t even like games!” Things had been going on like this ever since Bokuto caught Akaashi playing Mystic Messenger.
Akaashi had been quite invested in the game ever since, his attention for his boyfriend slowly dropping to a minimum level. But now that it was finally weekend, Bokuto had reached his limit.
“It’s a game for girls, Akaashi. For girls! Why are you fawning over virtual men? It’s not right! You should play with me!” Bokuto cried.
“It’s interesting,” was the short reply. Bokuto made a whiny noise and rolled back to his own side of the couch, grabbing his own phone. He wasn’t used to Akaashi being interested in games, let alone this kind of game.
He sulked for only a short moment and then got off the couch again, restlessly walking around the room and then heading towards their bedroom.
Glaring at him shortly before leaving the room, Bokuto even caught him smiling and God knew why that guy would smile at virtual guys. Closing the door behind him he quickly dialed Kuroo’s number for an emergency call.
“Kuroooo, Akaashi is Kenma’ing on me right now! Worse even, he’s chatting with sexy guys that don’t exist! What should I do?!” he whined, making fake-sobbing noises.
“Akaashi too? That Mystic Messenger game right? No kidding! Kenma keeps talking about this Seven-guy and it is frustrating! I wanted to go to the movies and eat out but I’m stuck with this game-addicted shrimp,” Kuroo huffed. Bokuto’s eyes sparkled, he had found someone who shared his pain!
“I know right! What should we do about it?” he asked.
“Actually I was already planning something. Kenma won’t be happy with me but whatever. Wanna hear?” Kuroo snickered.
“Uhh sure?” Bokuto listened to the vague noises of Kuroo moving, then it sounded like the phone was placed somewhere and put on speaker.
After a little while, the sudden sound of hysterical laughter was heard, sounding a lot like Kenma’s voice.
“Muhahaha take that kitten! That’s what you get for playing with stupid guuuuuyss!” A bit surprised, Bokuto listened how Kenma’s voice cracked, and he smirked at the un-Kenma-like noises.
Looking at the time on his phone, he could see the seconds and minutes pass by, and by the time Kuroo was finished, he had already been listening to Kenma’s laughter for a good five minutes and was about to hang up when Kuroo finally returned.
“There, I tickled him to death. Served him right. You should do it to Akaashi too,” Kuroo said, panting heavily.
“Tickle him?” Bokuto asked, blushing a little.
“You’ve never tickled your honeypop before?” Kuroo asked.
“W-well I don’t think he’s as ticklish as your sugarbee,” Bokuto said. Giving each other’s lovers weird nicknames was a normal thing in their friendship, by the way.
“Don’t just think. Try it. I’m sure Akaashi has his spots,” Kuroo suggested.
“Yeah could be, but-”
“Oh, kitten’s grabbing his phone again. Looks like I’ll have to teach him his lesson better. Gotta hang!” Kuroo broke the connection, and Bokuto could clearly imagine how that ended. Poor Kenma.
But seriously, tickling Akaashi wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Actually he only just realized how tickling had been an absent thing in their relationship so far.
He maybe had occasionally poked Akaashi’s side playfully, but when he got no clear reaction he had actually already given up on the idea of him being ticklish. And it was not as if Akaashi himself would initiate a tickle fight. A smirk appeared on Bokuto’s face. Kuroo was right. He should at least try.
“Akaaaashi! Put away the game and play with me!” Bokuto loudly announced his presence as he entered the living room again. Akaashi was holding the phone close to his ear and listening to some virtual voice, not even glancing up at his lover.
“You’re calling with those game-guys? I don’t get it Akaashi, this is not how I imagined our weekend to be. Looks like I’ll have to teach you a lesson!” Bokuto suddenly launched himself at him and tried to steal his phone.
“B-Bokuto! What are you doing?!” Akaashi clutched the phone in his hands and held it tightly against his chest, protecting it from Bokuto’s prying hands.
“I’m teaching - you - a lesson!” Bokuto said with clenched teeth, swinging one leg over his boyfriend so he could straddle him. His hands wriggled under Akaashi’s arms so he could poke and squeeze his sides. No reaction. Was he being too firm? Wrong spot maybe?
He curled his fingers and dragged them along his sides, wiggling them slightly and using a little bit of pressure to dig into his flesh through his thin T-shirt. A soft gasp escaped Akaashi’s lips, and it looked as if the tickling was weakening him a little since Bokuto’s hands were getting dangerously close to his phone.
“N-no! Stop that!” Akaashi angrily lifted his phone over his head and out of Bokuto’s reach. Big mistake. Seeing this chance, Bokuto immediately shoved his hands in Akaashi’s armpits, fingers wiggling and digging into the hollows. Bingo, that was the spot.