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He’d been to Tokyo before, many times, but Daichi had never seen it like this. He sighed and pressed his forehead against the window, gazing down at the Christmas lights lining the streets. It was enchanting.
Suddenly, a champagne glass appeared next to his head and an obnoxiously tall, warm body pressed up against his back.
“I know it can be overwhelming for a country mouse but don’t worry, Sawamura. We can stay cozy right here.”
Daichi rolled his eyes, took the champagne, and shrugged Kuroo away. “I was just admiring the lights, not feeling overwhelmed.”
“Do they not have enough money out in the country to decorate for Christmas?”
“Stop being stupid. They decorate, but it’s not like this.” Daichi turned around and winced, getting an eyeful of Kuroo’s sweater. “Speaking of though, don’t you have enough money to not wear such ugly clothes?”
Kuroo gasped and looked down. “What’s wrong with it? It’s festive!”
“It’s, um, something.”
He knew it was a modern Christmas tradition to wear crazy sweaters, but he was certain Kuroo had gone a bit overboard, picking one with cat faces all over it, all of them wearing Santa hats and with glowing eyes, literally. Daichi had never seen a sweater that required battery power before.
“I still can’t believe you wore it out when we were shopping earlier. Did you see the looks you were getting?”
“Alright,” Kuroo said, snickering, “I guess it’s not as nice as your sweater. Did you put this one on to seduce me? What’s this made of, boyfriend material?” he asked, reaching back to check the tag. His cool fingers brushed the back of Daichi’s neck, giving him goosebumps.
“Cut it out,” he chuckled, swatting him away.
Kuroo smirked and moved to the other side of the window so he could gaze out as well. Daichi’s eyes lingered on him for a moment, marveling that he could still look so handsome when wearing that sweater. Maybe it was because his shoulders were so broad, or that the glow from the cats' eyes illuminated his face in a beautiful way.
Daichi tore his eyes away and glanced down at his full champagne glass, watching the tiny bubbles rise to the top. It was becoming more difficult to define his relationship with Kuroo. Considering they live in different cities, he was surprised that they managed to see each other so often, and they always stayed with each other when they were in town.
This time, however, he was in town with Suga and they were staying with Asahi. He’d spent all day with Kuroo when he should have been with them, and the guilt was eating away at him a little bit. Checking his watch, he sighed and tried handing the glass back to Kuroo.
“I’m sorry, Kuroo, but I should be getting back to Asahi’s.”
For a split second, Daichi could see his disappointment as his smile fell away. In a flash, it was gone and his usual smirk was back in place as he pushed his glass back toward him.
“Come on, Sawamura. You gotta at least share this drink with me.”
Daichi fought to hold back his smile. “This is hardly the first drink we’ve had today.”
“Yeah, but I just poured this for you. Drink up and then you can go.”
He didn’t believe Kuroo for an instant that he’d let him go after that, but he did just open that bottle of champagne which looked expensive. It would be rude not to stay a bit longer…
Daichi hummed contentedly as his eyes drooped shut. He was beyond comfortable, lounging on Kuroo’s sofa with both their legs tucked under the blanket. Kuroo’s long fingers were kneading at the soles of his feet and he didn’t mind hearing Kuroo’s terrible laugh every time Daichi accidentally moaned.
Cracking his eyes open, he smiled as he gazed at Kuroo’s face. His eyes were glued to the TV, watching some variety show that was having a Christmas special. He looked just as content as Daichi felt with a slight smile resting on his lips. Suddenly, Daichi had the desire to cuddle with Kuroo even more, and not on opposite sides of the sofa.
Instead of making a move, Daichi took another sip of champagne and scrunched his nose when only a few drops came out. He glanced behind him to find the bottle and poured himself a little more.
“Want to finish it off?” Daichi asked, extending the nearly empty bottle toward Kuroo.
His eyebrows lifted in surprise, but he held his glass out anyway. “Wow, we finally drained it. I thought we would have wiped it out a lot sooner.”
“Huh? We haven’t been drinking that long,” Daichi said, checking his watch. He gasped when his bleary eyes registered what time it was. “I need to go; it’s getting late.”
“Oh no, you can’t go now!” Kuroo said, holding out his hands to stop him. “They were doing a concert tonight in the center of town and it’s probably just finishing up. The trains will be packed. You may as well wait until the rush dies down.”
“I can beat the rush if I leave now.”
Kuroo shook his head sagely. “Trust me, Sawamura, they’re probably already packed. People leave a little early to beat the rush and just make the rush come sooner.”
“Maybe you’re right,” Daichi murmured, and Kuroo’s smile grew wider.
“Of course I am! Stay here with me for a bit longer; isn’t it comfy?” he asked, resuming his massaging on Daichi’s foot.
Daichi smiled around the rim of his glass as he drank in lieu of answering. It was obvious what Kuroo was doing, postponing the end of the evening. He couldn’t be mad about it either; it was endearing that Kuroo wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, and it wasn’t as if he didn’t want the same thing.
Just a little longer…
“I saw that, Sawamura.”
Daichi swallowed down the dollop of cookie dough he’d popped into his mouth and gave Kuroo the most innocent brown eyes he could muster. “Saw what?”
Kuroo snickered and reached out, swiping his thumb on the corner of Daichi’s lips. “This,” he said, showing Daichi a bit of the evidence.
“I have no idea how that got there.”
“Uh-huh,” Kuroo said and then sucked on the end of his thumb. “Mmm, delicious.”
Daichi loved to brag about his willpower and his ability to keep cool under pressure. But it had been a long day and both Kuroo’s charm and the alcohol they’d been nursing all day had obliterated it completely. His face felt like it was on fire, and his brain was flooded with dirty thoughts about Kuroo’s mouth, his thumb, and him touching Daichi’s body.
“You should lick it straight off next time, coward.”
Kuroo stopped stirring the bowl, frozen in place. Daichi suddenly realized he’d said that out loud but if he took it back, he’d be the coward. Kuroo glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, studying him closely.
“Huh?”
Daichi raised his chin obstinately. “You heard me.”
Slowly, the corner of Kuroo’s lips rose in a menacing smirk. “Just making sure.”
Before Daichi could react, Kuroo’s hand shot out and smeared some cookie dough across his cheek. Kuroo dropped the bowl on the counter in a clatter and caged Daichi against the cabinets. As he leaned in and licked up his cheek, Daichi squeezed his eyes shut as his heart raced out of control.
“Mmm, you’re right,” Kuroo murmured into his ear and smacked his lips. “It’s a lot better this way.”
“Yeah?” Daichi asked, peeking next to him. “Maybe I should try it.”
He swiped a finger inside the bowl, gathered a little dough in his hand, and smeared it over Kuroo’s nose. Daichi clasped Kuroo’s face to keep him still and licked across his nose, gathering the dough up as Kuroo cackled like a hyena. It quickly turned into the brawl of the century, both of them sneaking dough out of the bowl and chasing each other around the apartment. It was a bit like the game of tag; once one of them got dough on the other one’s face, they’d freeze, allowing the other to lick it off.
When there was no more dough left in the bowl, Daichi sprawled out on the floor, roasting in his boyfriend-material sweater. He grunted as Kuroo fell down on top of him, still giggling over their fight. He relaxed and sighed, weighing heavily on Daichi but, despite the heat, he didn’t mind. Daichi smiled and stroked his long, crazy hair.
He was exhausted. There was a little itch to check what time it was, but he knew what he’d have to say when he finally did. He was trying to think of something to say until a bit of movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. His eyes widened, seeing waves of billowing white falling outside the window.
“Kuroo, look. It’s snowing.”
“Huh?” he said, raising his head from Daichi’s shoulder. “Whoa, it’s really coming down.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“Sawamura!” Kuroo gasped, cupping Daichi’s face. “You can’t go out in that!”
Daichi snorted. “Why not?”
“It’s dangerous!”
“It snows more where I live. I’m used to it.”
“The trains aren’t even running.”
“I could get a cab.”
“Nooooo, it’s so cold out there you’d freeze to death.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Daichi laughed. “Maybe you should just be honest with me?”
Kuroo’s smile was dazzling as he leaned in closer. “What do you mean? I’ve been perfectly honest. I don’t want you to go out there in the cold, not when you could stay here with me, warm and cozy and maybe naked in my bed. Sawamura, isn’t there any way I could convince you?”
“Yeah, like you haven’t been convincing me the entire night,” Daichi chuckled and pulled Kuroo down.
Before their lips touched, however, their chests pressed together and an eye-twitching rendition of Santa Claus is coming to town played from Kuroo’s sweater. Kuroo buried his face into Daichi’s shoulder and sputtered with laughter. Daichi rubbed his forehead to keep a headache from starting.
When the song was finally over, Daichi said, “Kuroo?”
“Yeah, I got it,” he wheezed as he straightened up. He pulled the sweater over his head and tossed it across the room, wincing as it hit the floor with a heavy thunk.
“You know,” Daichi said as Kuroo leaned back over him, “Suga’s going to be really suspicious with me not coming back.”
“I think you mean ecstatic.”
“Asahi will probably be worried sick.”
“When is he not?”
Daichi chuckled and cupped his cheek. “Cold?”
“Nope,” Kuroo said and ran his tongue over his lips. “Just right.”
As their lips brushed together, Daichi sighed and wrapped his arms over Kuroo’s bare back.
Yup, same here.