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Sprawled out across the couch, the two boys make idle chatter, topics ranging from Hanamaki's weird dream family to his more realistic goal of owning a bakery.
"Would your twelve kids be helping you out?"
"Of course, and I wouldn't even have to pay them for it. The suckers."
"How dare you call our kids 'suckers.'"
"How dare you just try and walk back into our lives. We've built our own, we're baking professionally now, and we don't need you anymore."
"I'm a changed man, babe, please, take me back."
Their words are jokingly dramatic, despite the fact that neither are moving from their comfortable position of pretty much laying on top of each other. Hanamaki is the first to move, even though it's just stretching of his leg to put his foot against Matsukawa's face.
"Ask me properly. Ask me if I'll marry you." He commands, and his friend obeys. There's a pause, as if Makki is seriously thinking the proposal over, before answering, "okeydokey, doki-doki. Love you, boo."
"Thanks."
"Anytime."
Really, their spoken conversations are no better than their texts. The teens aren't serious, but they humour each other with strange jokes and bad movie references. Neither bring up what Matsukawa had said earlier in the kitchen, instead just continuing to jokingly flirt with each other. After a while, the conversation somehow stirs towards the fact they intend on taking revenge against Kuroo, prompting Matsukawa to get out from under Hanamaki's legs and fetch the notebook and pen.
"Okay, so let's review," Matsukawa says as he flops back down, and Hanamaki straightens up to sit next to him, "Kuroo knew both of us." Makki nods as Mattsun scribbles a quick drawing of Kuroo. "We knew each other but we also met each other, without knowing we knew each other." Two doodles of Makki and Mattsun are put on the page. "Kuroo knew we knew each other and he knew that we didn't know that we knew we knew each other." At this point, a lot of lines are being drawn between the three boys, and Hanamaki is still nodding along. "I think that if we hadn't found out ourselves, he would've kept this up for a long time. Kuroo had no intention to tell us that he knew we actually knew each other." With that, Matsukawa adds evil eyebrows to the drawing of Kuroo.
"Ah, wait," Hanamaki intervenes, holding out his hand for the pen. Matsukawa hands it over to him, slightly curious for what Makki's addition will be, but Hanamaki simply adds to the doodle of himself by giving it a very toned, muscular body. Once his art work is done, he nods again and returns the pen, saying, "okay. Continue."
"Thank you for your contribution," Matsukawa starts to jot down the notes again. "Anyway, as I was saying. Whilst Kuroo didn't get to complete his prank, he did start it, and that requires at least some sort of strike back. He can be a bit touchy about his hair," Issei circles the poorly drawn bedhead, "so we might be able to use that against him."
"What if we conspire with that Tsukishima kid? Their coworkers, right? He might have more dirt than us."
Matsukawa stares at Hanamaki in a mixture of awe and admiration. Softly, he exhales, "I think I love you a little bit, y'know. You're a genius."
"You think? That's no way to win my heart. Be more romantic."
"You be more romantic. It's only been me confessing my feelings, whilst you don't reciprocate at all. If this keeps up, our relationship won't last, babe."
"I'm sorry, babe, I think I love you, too, babe. So, are we done for today? Or do you have anything else to put forward?"
Matsukawa taps his lips with the pen whilst he ponders. Eventually, he shakes his head and puts the writing equipment aside, shifting backwards so that the two boys can return to lazing on the couch. No one speaks, but the silence is comfortable, and it's only broken when there's a buzz from Mattsun's phone.
(9:03) can u get me a slice of the cake
Matsukawa looks over to the other boy on the couch. He gets a lazy grin back at him.
(9:03) You're literally on top of me
(9:04) get your own cake
(9:04) haha i'm topping u lol
(9:05) thats a reference to sex btw. i kno ur inexperienced in that field but u see mattsun the one who's on top (of u in this instance) is the one who puts it in
(9:05) wtf Makki everyone knows sex isn't real
(9:05) lmao thats just what they tell u
(9:06) bcos no one wants to bone u
(9:06) its ok mattsun worst comes to worst i'll do it with u
(9:07) if it involves farmer roleplay
(9:07) I might just have to pass
(9:08) i've been a dirty fruit. punish me... farmer
(9:08) oh you're very hard (to pull out of the ground)
(9:08) think I might have to get on my knees and put my hands in
Matsukawa can feel Hanamaki shaking with his surpassed laughter. When Matsukawa shifts (looping his leg over so that he's now the one on top) to get a better look at his friend trying to keep a hold of himself, Mattsun's feet graze Makki's side. And Makki loses it.
So, Matsukawa prods Hanamaki's side with his foot once more, deliberately this time. Hanamaki snorts again, but Matsukawa is still unsure as to whether his hypothesis is correct. He asks, "Makki, my dear friend, could you possibly be ticklish?"
"Nah," Hanamaki says breathlessly, "I'm just too funny, and you suddenly getting kinky with your feet isn't helping." He snickers again. Sitting up, Matsukawa takes a hold of one of Hanamaki's feet and lightly traces a line down it, causing Makki to squirm as he laughs. "Oi, oi, a foot fetish on top of a daddy one?" he gasps, "I can't believe you're against my farmer kink, you little hypocrite."
With a grin, Matsukawa leans forward and reaches for Hanamaki's neck. The latter swats his hand away. "Is your neck more ticklish than your feet?" Matsukawa inquires, inching closer and closer towards the weak point until he's almost lying on top of Hanamaki.
"I told you, I'm not ticklish. Maybe you're the ticklish one here."
"I'm not the one out of breath and wriggling."
"You make me sound so sexy, Mattsun." If anything, Matsukawa is struggling to ignore the sexy aspect of a breathless Makki laying beneath him. All of his will power is being put into not dipping down and kissing his friend, into not telling Hanamaki that he doesn't sound that way, he most definitely is. Instead, Mattsun laughs and strokes a line down the side of Makki's neck, prompting a shudder.
"You're into that sort of talk and soil? Guess you weren't kidding when you said how you love all sorts of dirt."
"Don't act as if you expected me to be a fake fan."
"I'm just disappointed, really."
"But not too disappointed, right, babe? We're still gonna do it in the tractor tonight, right, babe?"
"I sold the tractor to make money for the kids' college fund." Hanamaki fakes a small gasp at this. "I'm sorry, Makki, I thought you understood."
Their strange banter continues, all the while Matsukawa remains almost laying on top of Hanamaki. He's propped up by his forearms resting on either side of Hanamaki until he eventually starts to ache and just collapses on top of his friend. They stay that way for a while, continuing to make meaningless conversation and idiotic jokes.
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Once Hanamaki starts to drift off into a light sleep, Matsukawa decides that it's time to move him to bed. A fairly drowsy Makki complies, mumbling here and there as he walks with Mattsun to the bedroom. When Matsukawa goes to sleep on the floor, Hanamaki simply grabs a hold of his wrist and tugs, efficiently pulling him into the bed.
"Just sleep with me. No homo."
"It might get a bit cramped. We could end up spooning, then it would be kinda homo."
"It's not gay until your dick is in my ass."
"But we've long past that point."
Makki snorts. "You wish."
Refraining from confessing that, actually, he does kind of wish for that, Mattsun retorts, "I think that's your wish, farmer fucker."
"I think we established on the couch earlier that I'm the one topping you."
"Uh-huh, sure. Whatever you say, babe. You wanna be the big spoon, too?"
"Why spoon when we can just cling to each other like we did during that cold, cruel Christmas eve? When we had been snowed in, trapped in our little isolated shack with no warmth other than our own bodies, and so we huddled together, naked, desperate to escape the cruel corner death had chased us into?"
"How could I forget," is Matsukawa's dry response, "I fell in love with you that night."
"And I you, Mattsun. I'll never forget how we made love that night, not for as long as I live." As Hanamaki murmurs, Matsukawa shifts around, trying to find a way for them both to lay comfortably on a twin sized bed. Shamelessly, Hanamaki wraps his arms around the other's middle, as well as tangles their legs together.
"You good?" Makki asks, "I mean, we're probably going to end up in this position anyway. Might as well get a head start."
"Yeah, yeah. G'night, love you." It's a slip of the tongue, an honest mistake, and Matsukawa is just about to trip over himself trying to explain why he said it (habit, really, he says it to Takaya all the time) before Makki yawns and responds with a tired:
"Night, love you, too."
His words are probably also just part of a habit, he has an older sister, surely he's just used to saying the words 'love you' to people he's sleeping in the same house as. But that doesn't keep Mattsun from losing sleep over it.
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Matsukawa is the first to wake. Trapped within the confines of Hanamaki's arms and legs, he can't help the soft smile that spreads across his face as he looks at his sleeping friend. Who is also drooling on him. It's a tad gross, but hey, love makes people ignore that sorta thing. There's also the distraction of Makki's dopey grin and gentle mumbling, which makes Mattsun's heart skip a beat.
Shit. This is super gay. Although, Hanamaki seems to not care, or perhaps not mind, about such close contact, so there's no need for Matsukawa to pry himself free of his friend. Instead, he allows himself the small luxury and wraps his arms around Hanamaki, who murmurs happily in response. It's only a while later that Makki jolts himself awake, effectively startling Mattsun as the arms around his middle tighten.
"You okay?"
Hanamaki stares blankly ahead for a second or two before swivelling his gaze towards Matsukawa. With a heavy sigh, his arms slack and Makki rests his forehead against Mattsun's stomach. "It was a dream," he mutters, "I never... what the fuck..."
"Did you dream you beat Iwaizumi in arm wrestling?" Matsukawa teases, much to Hanamaki's displeasure. He turns his head so his ear is now pressed against Matsukawa's stomach and wrinkles his nose whilst glaring up at Mattsun, loudly stating that what Mattsun had said was absolutely no way to greet someone who's just woken up. Especially when they're so obviously torn up over a devastating dream which, no, Mattsun, he's not going to tell you about, because you were just so horribly rude.
"Next time," Makki yawns, "I expect breakfast in bed, along with a very loving and genuine statement about just how beautiful and radiant I look. Anything less, and I will be packing my bags and finding a man who truly loves me, seeing as you so obviously don't."
"Alright, alright," without thinking too much about it, Matsukawa reaches out to card his fingers through Hanamaki's hair, "what do you want? Personally, I could settle for cereal, but if you want anything extravagant, I'm willing to go all out."
"How about cake for breakfast?"
"Alright. But don't tell Takaya, he'll want cake for breakfast every day if he finds out it's not illegal."
"You told him it's illegal?"
"He makes assumptions."
"Frankly, I believe he gets it from you," Hanamaki shifts around until he's comfortably laying on Matsukawa's chest, and guides Mattsun's hand back into his pink hair, "I've only passed on good traits. His talent at volleyball? That's all because of me."
"All our children have a sweet tooth because of you. Caught our darling Sakura with twelve cookies in her mouth, I was so shocked and appalled. That's all your influence, you know."
"That's just youth, my sweet Mattsun. An old man like you wouldn't understand. And Sakura can eat all the cookies she wants, seeing as you passed your eyebrows onto her, after all. Oh, Mattsun, how cruel of you."
"Ouch," Matsukawa whistles, lifting his hand from Hanamaki's hair and moving it to pinch the boy's face, "I see, you've gotten back at me for the arm wrestling jab. That means you can tell me what your dream was about."
Hanamaki swats at the hand pinching him before just grabbing a hold of it altogether. Chewing his lower lip, he seems to be considering whether or not he should reveal what it was that caused him to wake up so surprised and somewhat disappointed. Lifting himself off of Matsukawa's chest and sitting up, he makes his decision.
"Well, you see, Matsukawa. It was one of those weirdly realistic dreams, and you were there. I was there, too, obviously, and it was like... a bullshit rom com sort of scenario we had going on. I'm talking 10 Things I Hate About You, or Shrek. Except less hate. And no ogres or donkeys. Disappointing, I know, but the kiss- oh, that's another part. You and me. Kissed. It was pretty good, so I'll give you credit for that." Hanamaki isn't looking at Matsukawa, but Matsukawa can see that his ears are dusted pink.
Sitting up, Matsukawa asks, "you dreamed about kissing me?"
"Well, when you put it like that, it sounds gay, Mattsun."
"Takahiro." Hanamaki turns at the sound of his name, and Matsukawa grins, despite how intensely his heart is beating against his chest. He leans over, only inches away from Hanamaki's face. "Do you want to make that dream a reality?"
With a nod, Hanamaki cups Matsukawa's face, pulling him forward and bringing their lips together. Chaste and quick kisses grow to linger, which then become more vigorous and desperate until both boys pull away.
"Okay. Okay, yeah, let's brush our teeth first, please." Hanamaki says, and Matsukawa nods in agreement. There's a brief pause, both boys unsure as to what exactly they should do. Once their eyes meet, the two immediately start to snicker, which evolves into full blown laughter as they cover the awkwardness of trying to make out with morning breath.