@taskfocused sent: [ MOONLIGHT ] ( ice verse - in that ice rink thingie idea you brought up hehe ) – after going on a midnight stroll, our muses share a kiss under the moon.
It should have been cold – it probably was, but he couldn’t really focus on that – not when he felt so impossibly warm.
Lying on his back on the ice as he caught his breath, gazing up at the night sky through the skylight, hyper aware of the warmth radiating from the body beside his.
They were hardly even touching. Their arms brushed against each other once in a while, but layers separated them.
His little finger twitched, all too eager to reach over and touch Akaashi’s hand that was so close yet not close enough to his own.
This was something else – sneaking into the rink at nights with the figure skater had somehow easily become his favourite pastime.
He was the one who had originally initiated it, had managed to talk Akaashi into joining him in the afterhours, when no one was supposed to be here. He doubted Akaashi would ever willingly break the rules like this on his own and that thought brought a grin to his face. Perhaps he was a bad influence, but he liked to think that he enriched Akaashi’s life.
Besides, they had a lot of fun together. It was the only time the two of them got to share the ice. Him–local hockey star, and Akaashi–who radiated both beauty and grace so seemingly effortlessly.
Lying together on the ice under the beautiful night sky, Bokuto found himself thinking that the night sky had nothing on Akaashi himself. Akaashi, whose face, illuminated by the moonlight through the skylights, looked so pure, so lovely. His dark hair contrasted harshly with both the ice beneath them and the glow of his skin in the moonlight. Sweat should not have looked so mermerizing and yet… Bokuto decided that the figure skater was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
Quiet music played on the rink’s speakers from Akaashi’s phone–Bokuto had no idea what was playing, but it contributed to the romantic atmosphere that surrounded them now, with the lights turned down, surrounded by nothing but the notes, the ice, the starry sky. He wondered if he was the only one who noticed – if he was the only one who wanted to act on the instincts that told him to go for it.
Their eyes met and that was when he realized how long he must have been watching Akaashi for. Their casual, lighthearted conversation had at some point died down into silence.
And oh–those eyes shined bright in the moonlight. Bokuto’s hand had seemingly moved on its own accord, the backs of his fingers gently grazing the smooth skin of Akaashi’s face–so beautiful. His fingers, with a little more sureness, traced the younger skater’s cheek, his jaw, traveled to the back of his neck–
Their lips pressed together as Bokuto leaned in and closed the distance between them.
And oh–no stars could ever compare to this feeling.
