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Any Old Thrill Will Do

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"Ugh, again?" Kuroo grumbled, balling up the still-wet t-shirt and tossing it back into the dryer. He stood up, running a hand through his hair and sighed. He pulled a laundry basket towards himself and began filling it with the damp clothes. 


"Something wrong with the dryer?" Akaashi said, peeking his head around the corner.


"Damn thing isn't drying the laundry all the way again, we need to get a new one." Kuroo huffed out in annoyance.


"I guess this means we'll be going to the laundromat in the meantime." Akaashi thought aloud. 


"THE LAUNDROMAT?!" Bokuto yelled, bounding down the hall and skidding to a halt in front of his boyfriends. They whipped their heads to find him beaming with a frazzled, but curious Kenma slung over his shoulder. Kuroo let out a chuckle while Akaashi shook his head, walking over to save Kenma from their boyfriend's clutches.


"Yes, now put Kenma down before you drop him." Akaashi lightly scolded.


"Can we go to the one that has the old arcade cabinets in it? I wanna play some Pac-Man!" Bokuto said, crouching down to let Kenma slide off his shoulder. Kenma perked up at the mention of arcade cabinets.


"Sure, just help me load everything up and we can head that way." Kuroo waved his hand to beckon them over. The four of them took a basket each, except Bokuto, who carried two so he could show off. Kenma feigned swooning, lifting the back of his hand to his forehead before cracking a playful smile at his flexing boyfriend.


After loading it all into the car, Akaashi quickly ran inside to grab the detergent, dryer sheets, fabric softener, their bags and the loose change jar. Locking the door behind him, he jogged over and climbed into the car.




Once they arrived, they piled out of the car and started hauling their laundry inside the building. They got themselves situated and began pouring the laundry into the machines, Kenma walking around to put quarters in for each one used.


“Make sure you checked all of your pockets! We don’t need candy sticking to our laundry.” Akaashi announced, giving a pointed look to Kenma.


After all the machines were going, they were left to their own devices. 


Bokuto and Kenma played on the arcade cabinets, Bokuto hyping Kenma up as he got the high score on Pac-Man. Akaashi sat at a table near the windows and kept track of how much money they spent, while Kuroo squatted in front of one of the washing machines and watched as the clothing spun and whipped around. 




An hour passed and they had switched all the laundry around, each electing to do something else now.


The laundromat wasn't busy at all today. In fact, they hadn't seen any other customers at all since they arrived. This gave them free reign to do as they pleased, and they seized the opportunity. 


Kuroo sat atop one of the dryers, legs dangling over the edge. In his lap, Kenma sat criss-crossed and was leaning back into his chest while he played on his handheld game. Kuroo curled his arms around Kenma, resting his chin on the shorter man's head. They sat cuddled together, letting the rumble of the running dryer rock them gently. 


Bokuto joined Akaashi over by the window. Absent-mindedly toying with Akaashi's hand, he made invisible drawings on the back with his finger. Akaashi attempted to steal his hand back to check his watch, but Bokuto's pouting won him over and he relinquished it to him. Instead, he pulled out his cellphone and checked the time. Realizing it was after 2 pm and none of them had had lunch yet, Akaashi pocketed his phone and pushed his chair back to stand up, Bokuto still holding his hand. 


"I'm thinking about heading out to grab us something to snack on, what does everyone want?" He asked the group. 


"Grab me a slice of pizza, some mixed nuts if they have them, and a sports drink, please!" Bokuto exclaimed.


"Okay, Bo," Akaashi smiled before turning to the others, "I know Kenma wants a double chocolate milk like me, what about you Kuroo?"


"Just some hot chips, if you would," Kuroo replied, quickly adding, "and make sure to grab extra napkins for me." 


"Sure,sure,” Akaashi waved a dismissive hand as he tugged the other from Bokuto’s grasp, “you coming with me, Bo?” Bokuto hummed in thought before shaking his head side to side.


“Someone’s gotta be the responsible one while you’re gone.” Bokuto puffed his chest out a bit.


Akaashi’s face scrunched up in disbelief at the claim, garnering a jokingly hurt look from his boyfriend. 


“Just don’t break anything, they have cameras.” Akaashi remarked, pointing a finger and at each of them as a warning. He grabbed his coat off the back of his seat and slung it over his shoulder. Kuroo fished the key out of his pocket and tossed it towards Akaashi. Akaashi held a hand out to catch it, doing so effortlessly. He headed toward the door, turning around to give one last wave before being on his way.




Juggling everything in his arms, careful not to let Bokuto’s slice of pizza slide out of his hand, Akaashi grabbed a single, bagged pickle from the cooler for himself before using his foot to lightly bump the door shut. Stopping to double check that he had everything, Akaashi walked towards the convenience store’s checkout counter. He was exchanging greetings and small talk with the cashier, when his phone rang out. Taking the bags from the cashier’s hand, he mouthed a thank you as he checked the contact name and answered the call.


“Kenma, hey, I’m on my way back now. Did you need something else, I can run back-,” He was cut off by a crash and raucous laughter coming through the speaker.


“‘Kaashi, they’re being dumb again,” Akaashi could hear how tired Kenma sounded on the other end, “you might wanna get back here as soon as possible.”


“I should’ve expected this…” Akaashi sighed as he started up the car, a small smile gracing his lips before he spoke again, “we really know how to pick ‘em, huh? 


“Yeah, we do,” Kenma spoke in an amused tone. He began to speak again before Kuroo’s voice came over the line, much closer than before.


“And up you go,” Kuroo said, before Kenma dropped the phone with a gasp. Kuroo’s voice filled Akaashi’s ear. 


“Hey babe, don’t listen to Kenma. We’re just having a little fun, and he’s going to join us. Be safe on your way back!” With that, Kuroo blew a kiss over the phone and hung up. 


Akaashi could almost catch a snippet of Kenma saying something along the lines of ‘Put me down, you meathead!’ before the call clicked off. He shook his head and kept his focus on the road, trying not to imagine what kind of trouble they were getting themselves into.




Pulling into the laundromat parking lot, Akaashi quickly unbuckled, grabbed the bags, and headed inside. As he entered, he stopped in the doorway to take in the scene playing out in front of him. Kenma was sitting in one of the laundry carts with Bokuto pushing it, running up and down the aisles of washers and dryers. Kuroo was crouched on top of one of the machines, using his phone as a stopwatch. Kenma was obviously trying to mask a silly grin, failing miserably. Akaashi finished stepping in, waiting for them to come to a stop. When they did, Kuroo tapped his phone and let out a long groan. He turned the phone towards Bokuto and Kenma and began griping about how he had lost to Bokuto by 2 seconds. Akaashi cleared his throat, grabbing their attention.


The three of them turned to face Akaashi. He arched a brow at them expectantly. They each shot him a smile.


“Would you believe us if we said that we’re sorry...?” Kuroo asked, wearing the least apologetic smirk Akaashi believed the man could muster.


“Not for a second,” Akaashi deadpanned.


Kuroo walked over to him, arms wide and pulled him into his chest. Akaashi lifted his hands to Kuroo’s shoulders, pushing himself back a bit so he could see Kuroo’s face as he spoke.


“Alright ‘Kaashi, we’ll put everything up and behave ourselves.” Kuroo chuckled a bit at the last part. Akaashi’s face melted into a smile.


“Actually,” Akaashi began, his smile fading into something more mischievous, “I have a better idea.”


Kuroo loosened his grasp on Akaashi, giving him a confused look. Akaashi detached himself from Kuroo and walked over to one of the laundry carts.


“How about a little two-on-two race? Me and Kenma versus you two. Winners pick dinner, losers buy.”


Kuroo and Bokuto shared a look, before laughing.


“Oh, you’re going down!” The two of them said in unison.




Kenma and Akaashi’s triumphant laughs filled the laundromat as Akaashi brought the cart to a halt. Kenma stood up in the cart and launched himself into Akaashi’s arms, the cart rolling back from the push of his feet. Akaashi caught him, spinning him around a bit before placing him back on the ground. Kuroo and Bokuto stood nearby, bickering over why they lost. 


“We could have won with me in the basket.” Kuroo remarked, sticking his tongue out at Bokuto.


“But Kenma made it look like so much fun earlier!” Bokuto argued.


“You guys would have lost anyway, Akaashi and I make the superior team.” Kenma said matter-of-factly. 


“You say that, but you guys totally had the advantage. I was pushing around pure muscle!” Kuroo whined. Bokuto laughed at the unintentional compliment.


“Regardless, Kenma and I won so you two get to pay for dinner,” Akaashi reminded them as he took his seat by the window again, laughing when they both groaned but didn’t protest.


Okay ,” Kuroo drawled, “Let’s put the carts back so I can eat my chips. I need something to help me forget my sorrows while we wait for the laundry to finish.” 


“Oh, poor baby .” Kenma said in a teasing tone while wheeling the carts back to where they were originally.


Kuroo pouted at the teasing, but didn’t retort. Instead he took a seat next to Akaashi, glancing at him to ask for permission to rest his head on his shoulder. Akaashi raised his arm up, allowing Kuroo to cuddle up against him. Once he was situated, Akaashi laid his head against Kuroo’s, letting out a content sigh. Kenma and Bokuto took seats across from them, reaching across the table to grab their snacks and drinks. They sat in comfortable silence, all lost in their own thoughts as they munched away.


Finishing first, Kenma peered around at the others. Kuroo and Akaashi were talking amongst themselves, flirting most likely, considering the tender looks on their faces. Bokuto was stretched over the table, fiddling with one of Akaashi and Kuroo’s hands each, rubbing small circles on the back with his thumbs and sometimes lacing their fingers together. Kenma smiled, finding the sight very endearing. 


Watching them for a moment longer, Kenma got an idea, his smile cracking into a more playful one. He quickly jabbed a finger into Bokuto’s side. Bokuto yelped and jumped backwards so he was sitting straight up. He narrowed his eyes at Kenma, who was feigning innocence with a sly grin. Bearing a similar smile, Bokuto retaliated. Lunging for Kenma’s ribs, he tickled him relentlessly. Kenma let out a shocked gasp, breaking out into a screaming fit of laughter. In a futile attempt to get out of Bokuto’s grasp, Kenma wriggled and squirmed while he tried to pry his boyfriend’s hands from his sides. Bokuto let up, laughter still bubbling out of Kenma’s lips. Kenma smiled gleefully at him. Bokuto returned the smile in earnest before leaning in to plant a quick peck on the other’s lips. Hearing a noise from their left, both men turned to the source.


Kuroo tried to stifle both his and Akaashi’s laughter by covering their mouths with his hands. It didn’t last long, his hand shooting from Akaashi’s face with a surprised look.


Ewww , did you just lick my hand?!” Kuroo managed to say through his laughter.


Throwing his head back, Akaashi let out an almost evil-sounding laugh. Kuroo frowned before getting an idea. He quickly licked both of his palms, slapped them onto Akaashi’s face and held it in place before licking his tongue up the side of Akaashi’s cheek.


Gross !” Akaashi chuckled out as he pushed his boyfriend away playfully. Kuroo easily powered through the halfhearted shove and was able to leave a kiss on Akaashi’s forehead. It was Kenma and Bokuto’s turn to laugh at their antics.


Their giggles died down as they heard the one of the dryers come to a stop, followed shortly by the rest. Bokuto walked over to one of the machines and opened it, checking the clothes before giving a thumbs up. 


“They’re all good to go!” he said, jumping up from his crouched position. He walked over to the group and picked up one of the laundry baskets.


The other three followed suit, heading over to a dryer of their own and filling their baskets. Once their laundry was gathered, Bokuto and Akaashi carried it out to the car. Kuroo and Kenma threw away everyone’s trash and gathered their belongings. Hands on his hips, Kuroo gave the laundromat a once over for anything they may have forgotten. Pleased at seeing nothing left behind, he headed out the door, letting it swing shut. He climbed into the driver’s side, patting his pockets for the keys. Akaashi let out a small ‘ oh ’, grabbed the keys out of his coat, and held them out to Kuroo.


“Home, here we come.” Kuroo whistled out, taking the keys and starting the car.




They pulled into the driveway and began unloading the car. Before Kuroo could open his door to get out, Bokuto leaned up from behind and wrapped his arms around his neck. Kuroo chuckled at the action as Bokuto brought his face around the seat to kiss his cheek. They stayed in that position for a few moments before Bokuto, content with the small bout of affection, let go and they climbed out of the car to help the others. 


The four of them carried everything upstairs to the master bedroom and began going through the clothing. There were stacks of laundry littering the bed, all organized by the person it belonged to. They worked methodically, folding everything as neatly as possible before passing them down the line to be assigned to a pile. Not too long into the process, Bokuto spoke up.


“This is boring ,” he yawned out, “why don’t we all take a nap before dinner and finish this later?”


“Hmm, I don’t know…” Kuroo said, suppressing a yawn of his own as he worked, “It’d be hard to take a nap together with the bed covered like this.”


“Oh, that’s an easy fix!” Bokuto said, leaping onto the bed and spreading his limbs so he resembled a starfish, “We just lay on top of it!”


The other three men felt their jaws go slack and brows furrow as they saw all their hard work go down the drain. They sat, stunned. Kenma recovered first, dragging his hands down his face to try to hide a laugh that had bubbled up inside of him. He got to his feet and crawled into the bed, snuggling up to Bokuto’s side. 


Akaashi was next, his reaction delayed by the words of mourning he had been busy muttering to the destroyed clothing piles. He looked over to the laundry assailant, who met his gaze with a wide grin. Akaashi tried to frown in return, but he couldn’t hold it very long. His expression turned sweet, a small smile dancing at his lips, as he stood up and flopped onto the bed next to Bokuto. 


Kuroo stood his ground, crossing his arms and turning his head away with an indignant huff. Bokuto slid his arms out from underneath Kenma and Akaashi and held them out in front of himself, making grabby hands at Kuroo. Kuroo barely glanced at his boyfriend. Bokuto gave his best puppy-dog eyes, clasping his hands together near his heart. Kuroo faltered at the sight, instinctively leaning down to reach out to Bokuto. Realizing what he was doing, he tried to regain his posture. Akaashi noticed this and used the chance to shoot forward and drag him down. Kuroo fell into Bokuto’s lap, knocking Bokuto back onto the bed and his face landing in his chest.


“Nice of you to join us.” Kuroo didn’t need to look up to see the cheeky grin on Bokuto’s face as he spoke.


“Shut up.” Kuroo said, burying his face into Bokuto’s chest, smiling.


Akaashi and Kenma found their way into Bokuto’s arms once again. Bokuto smiled, pulling them closer and squishing his three boyfriends together. He relaxed his arms a bit so they had wiggle room and sighed, totally at ease. The other three readjusted themselves to get comfortable, each staking claim to one of Bokuto’s body parts. 


Bokuto hummed softly, no particular tune in mind. One by one, his boyfriends nodded off, nestling closer to him as they did. He felt his eyelids growing heavier. He didn’t bother to fight the urge to close his eyes. Instead he laid there, thinking over the day’s events and smiled to himself. Drifting off to sleep, he whispered something to his napping audience.


“I’m so lucky to have found you three.” And with that, he slipped into a peaceful slumber.