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Akaashi was going to kill someone by the end of their vacation, and it was not going to be pretty. The four of them had decided to go on a trip together at the end of last month - Koutarou had off on his intense volleyball schedule, and Kei had just finished his second semester of grad school, so it seemed like a great idea at the time. “The Bahamas is really nice,” Akaashi remembers Kenma telling them (although Kenma was very distracted by Hinata working out nearby). “The resort I’m recommending is so safe that even Kuroo won’t cause trouble. Plus, drinks included.”
Akaashi had agreed, although he was trepidatious. He liked the beach, and he adored his boyfriends, but right now he felt more like a mother than anything else. The trip hadn’t even officially started yet, and he was going to throw Bokuto out of a window. “Kaashi, do you think I can bring my uniform?” Bokuto had asked him, bouncing up and down on his feet. Tsukki was on the couch, flipping through his emails and he snorted but ignored the question with a grace Akaashi couldn’t muster.
“Why are you going to need it?” Akaashi asked him, voice monotone.
“What if someone asks for a picture?” He pouted, leaning forward to peck Akaashi on the nose. “I’ll bring it and put it in Kuroo’s luggage!” Kei laughed again, nodding as if the comment amused him. Kuroo wasn’t there yet, still at work as he tied up some loose ends before they left in the morning. Neither Kuroo nor Bokuto had packed, and they were set up to wake up at 5 in the morning to make their flight. Akaashi was going to lose it.
Tsukki gestured for Akaashi to come next to him, and he complied, leaning his head into Tsukki’s lap with a groan. “Just let them deal with it tonight,” Tsukki advised him. “If they forget things, that’s on them. You’re supposed to be relaxing too, you know.” Akaashi hummed in response, relaxing as Tsukki ran long fingers through dark hair. “We’ll go to sleep when we want to go to sleep, and if they stay up late they’ll just be more tired on the plane ride.” That could go one of two ways. Kuroo would definitely fall asleep, if left alone and not egged on by Bokuto too much. Bokuto would either be cranky or also fall asleep - Akaashi wasn’t sure which to expect. “Plus, Kuroo has those sleep meds for his fear of flying. We could encourage the use of them.” Akaashi snorted, burying his cheek into Kei’s thigh and nodding. “It’ll be ok.”
Akaashi was forever grateful for Tsukki, not that he wasn’t grateful for all his boyfriends. Tsukki was levelheaded though, and Akaashi had a feeling that they would be spending most of the vacation surviving together. “Kaashi!” Bokuto shouts from the room. “Did I stress you out? I’m really sorry!” He bounds out, kneeling on the ground and tilting his head so he’s eye-level with Akaashi. Keiji can’t help but smile, taking in Bokuto’s relieved laugh and letting him press a kiss to his forehead. “It’ll be lots of fun! I promise!”
“Alright, Koutarou,” Akaashi agreed, “Do you need help packing, or have you finished?”
“I’m almost done!” Bokuto promises him, patting his head and stretching. “Not sure when Tetsu will be home though, he still has stuff to pack.” Akaashi hummed in response, nuzzling further into Tsukki’s lap and closing his eyes. “Do you wanna take a nap?”
“Mm,” Akaashi murmurs, and Tsukki continues to play with his hair. “Wake me up in 20 minutes.” Tsukki hums an affirmation, and Akaashi’s eyes close.
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By the time he woke up (which was way after the 20 minute mark), Kuroo had come home with takeout for dinner, and he was already packed. Akaashi breathed a sigh of relief, stretching and standing up so that Tsukki and him could join the other two at the kitchen table. “You’ll have time to sleep on the plane tomorrow,” Kuroo teases him, taking a piece of Akaashi’s pasta and eating it with a grin. Akaashi doesn’t answer, but he does make sure to kiss Tsukki and Bokuto in front of him to make him jealous.
Before bed, Akaashi goes through the check list with all of them. “We all packed our medications? Sunscreen? Bathing suits? Bug spray? Credit cards? Passports?”
“Yes, yes, yes Keiji,” Tetsurou rolls his eyes, pushing Akaashi back into the bed while Tsukki and Bokuto shower. “Go to sleep. Alarms are set. We’ll be fine.”
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Getting to the airport was easy and fun, Tsukki drove them and parked the car in the lot. Bokuto and Kuroo were both still sleepy, so they were quiet for the trip up until they walked into the plane and sat down.
Then, it began. For an hour, everything seemed like it was going to be ok. Bokuto entertained himself with a movie that him and Tetsurou watched together. Tsukki was reading a novel he brought along. The movie finished, and Bokuto was bored. Akaashi was ready to kill someone.
“Kaashi! Akaashi! Keiji!” Bokuto shouted at him. Bokuto was by the window, sitting next to Tetsu who was snickering. He sure did find this funny. Akaashi was going to throw him out the window.
“Yes, Bokuto,” Akaashi winced, sighing in relief when Tsukki squeezed his hand.
“Can we make out on the beach?” Bokuto asked excitedly. Akaashi groaned, hitting his head against the seat in front of him. The lady in the seat turned around to glare at him, and he apologized profusely.
“Why are you asking that now?” Akaashi asked weakly. Kuroo laughed loudly, drawing looks from around them. Akaashi was going to die here. He hoped the plane crashed.
“Can we play 20 questions?” Kuroo’s voice was dangerous, and Tsukki glared at him to get him to stop. It did not work. “I’ll start. Kei, do you have a crush?”
“We’ve been dating for two years,” Kei deadpanned. “Keiji is going to be mad if you keep purposely trying to annoy him.”
“Are we annoying you?” Bokuto asked. Oh no. Akaashi would not be able to handle a dejected Koutarou. Not now. Not so soon.
“Of course not,” Akaashi assures him. The flight attendant pops by with their drinks, and Akaashi is grateful for the momentary distraction. It is short-lived, however.
“Kei, switch seats with me,” Bokuto asks. “I wanna kiss Akaashi.”
“You begged for the window seat, so stay in the window seat,” Kei responds, flipping his page. “Kiss Tetsu.”
“Tetsu says no,” Bokuto responds, blinking owlishly.
“Yeah, I say no,” Kuroo agrees, poking at Tsukki’s side.
“Switch with Kuroo,” Tsukki deadpans.
“Tetsu says no,” Bokuto says again. Tsukki closes his book, glaring intensely at Kuroo for egging Bokuto on and grabbing his hand.
“We’re going to the bathroom. Now .” Tsukki hisses.
“That hurts ! Tsukki!” Kuroo yelps as Tsukki drags him towards the edge of the seat. It’s only been a few hours, and Akaashi thinks it’d be best if he launched himself into the sky. And then he remembers. Tetsurou has a phobia of flying - he was probably being extra annoying to mask it. But, more importantly, he had sleeping medication (strong sleeping medication) stored in his bag so that if he needed to, he could be knocked out for the flight. Akaashi was a good boyfriend, but he was absolutely not above knocking out Kuroo for a few hours. For his own sanity.
Akaashi waited until Bokuto was looking at some cloud formation before crushing up a large pill into Kuroo’s drink, and leaning back as the two of them returned. “Tsukki gave me a handy j in the bathroom-”
“I did not ,” Tsukki hissed, pushing him into the seat next to Akaashi. “I’m separating you, so be good.”
“Yes, daddy,” Kuroo immediately said, eyes gleaming. Tsukki groaned, grabbing the drink on his table and downing it. The drink on his table. The table he switched seats with Kuroo to be in front of. Oh... fuck . “You drank my drink!”
“Sorry, I forgot we switched,” Kei muttered. “It tasted weird anyways.”
“Tsukki, can I lean on you?” Bokuto asked, wrapping his body around Tsukki’s arm. Tsukki rolled his eyes, but muttered a yes under his breath. Akaashi sat in his seat and panicked for a minute or two, but there was nothing to be done. He drugged the wrong boyfriend - the only one giving him sanity on the plane. Perfect. When Akaashi excused himself to the bathroom about 15 minutes later, he read the label on the bottle that said he was supposed to split the pills in half. Akaashi screamed into his jacket, took a deep breath, and walked back to his seat. Kuroo was poking at Tsukki’s cheek, while his eyes were drooping. The blond swatted at his hand, frowning at his probable sleepiness (Akaashi made his boyfriend high, oh god).
“Cut it out, Tetsu,” Tsukki murmurs, voice slurred. As a general rule, Tsukki hated falling asleep in public and hated falling asleep first. He was shy about it, which was ridiculous because he was a very cute sleeper. It probably had something to do with vulnerability, but he wouldn’t have a choice soon.
“You tired, baby?” Kuroo asks, pressing a light kiss to Tsukki’s temple.
“You wanna use me as a pillow? I’ll cover up your face if you want?” Bokuto smiled at him and Tsukki nodded, pushing the divider between them up and gratefully plopping his head onto Bokuto’s shoulder. Bokuto took a sweatshirt out from his backpack and tucked it around Tsukki’s eyes, grinning at his handiwork. “I think he’s already asleep...do you think he’s sick?”
“No,” Akaashi tells him, deadpanned. “I accidentally gave him Kuroo’s sleeping pills.”
“Oh,” Bokuto says, satisfied with the answer. “Wait, what?”
“How do you accidentally drug someone?!” Kuroo hisses, frowning. “You wound me Kaashi! Were you trying to drug me?”
“Yes,” Akaashi frowns, pressing his fingers into his temples. “I have a migraine from the stress of this plane ride.”
“You should’ve said!” Kuroo rolls his eyes, “Kei is gonna be really upset.”
“Nah,” Bokuto disagreed. “He needed the sleep anyways! Plus, I gotta really comfy shoulder. And Kei never gets mad at Akaashi.”
“If you have a migraine, you can lean against me I guess,” Kuroo mutters. “But I’m still mad at you! You owe me five dunks in the pool!”
“One,” Akaashi argues, settling comfortably against Kuroo’s side. He sighed, nuzzling into his arm and relaxing.
“Four!”
“One.”
“Three?”
“One, Tetsu,” Akaashi’s voice muffled against Kuroo’s sleeve. “And I’ll ride you.”
“Wait! No fair!” Bokuto hissed, moving and jostling Tsukki off his side. Tsukki’s head crashes into the table attached to the seat in front of him, and the three of them wince.
“ Bo !” Kuroo hisses, scrambling to pick Tsukki up off the desk.
“Oops! Shoot, sorry Tsukki!” Bokuto tells his unconscious boyfriend. He presses a sloppy kiss to Kei’s forehead. Kuroo removes his glasses, and Bokuto grumbles as he finagles them into a more comfortable position. “Well, I get Tsukki cuddles in public !” Bokuto sticks his tongue out, running a hand through Tsukki’s hair gently.
“Yeah, and he had to be unconscious for it! I get to dunk Keiji, and he’s gonna ride me!” The person in front of them turned around to glare again.
“Shut up, or you get none of it,” Akaashi mutters. Kuroo’s mouth snaps shut, and Akaashi is left in peace for the rest of the ride.
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“Kei, baby, c’mon we gotta get off the plane,” Kuroo nudges him, and Tsukki’s eyes open blearily. He makes a noise of complaint, holding out his arms for Bokuto to carry him. “Nope, you gotta walk babe. At least until we get out of security - then, Bo can carry you.”
Tsukki groans, rubbing at his eyes and looking around confused. “What’s happening?”
“We gotta get off the plane,” Tetsurou tells him patiently, unbuckling his seatbelt. He grabs Tsukki’s hand, tugging him towards the aisle. “Keiji, how much did you give him?”
“A whole pill,” Keiji answers, grabbing their luggage. “Koutarou, can you help me carry the bags please?” Bokuto nods, yawning and reaching in the overhead carrier to grab them.
“Ha! Tsukki is high!” Kuroo snorts, interlacing their fingers and leading him off the plane. Tsukki pouted, removing his hand from Kuroo and shuffling towards Akaashi. “Wait, no babe, I’m sorry. Come back!”
“Stay with Tetsu, love,” Akaashi murmurs gently, “I’ll let you nap when we get to the hotel.” Tsukki frowns, moving back towards Kuroo and following him quietly. They exited the plane, dragging along Tsukki and Bokuto (who was just easily distractible). When they retrieved their big luggage from the cart, Bokuto decided he had to go to the bathroom before they caught a taxi to the resort, so Akaashi and Kuroo waited outside until he came out. They started walking towards the doors. “Where’s Kei?”
“Oh, shit !” Kuroo paled, running back towards the conveyor belt. Akaashi face-palmed, instantly regretting putting Kuroo in charge. It didn’t take him long to find him, Kuroo leading Tsukki back towards them looking dazed.
“Nap?” He asked Akaashi, who links their arms together, glaring at Tetsurou with a passion.
“In a few minutes, baby,” Akaashi promises. “I’m very sorry for drugging you. It was an accident.” They wait outside for a taxi, and Kei falls asleep easily in the car, leaning on Koutarou again. He did have comfy shoulders for sleeping on. The three of them were also exhausted, having been beat up by the flight, and it was hitting them harshly on the drive. The taxi driver parked in front of their resort, Kuroo paid him and the four of them managed to stumble out of the car. “Bo, just carry him.”
“Ok, but I call dibs on Tsukki cuddles,” Bokuto declared, letting Tsukki jump on his back and nuzzle into his neck. Tsukishima was actually the best cuddler of the group, despite his cold exterior. He was very warm and soft when sleepy - unfortunately, he also tried very hard not to sleep attached to them, so his cuddly moments were rare. They made it their room, and Bokuto deposited Tsukki on the bed gently. His eyes closed almost immediately. “Tsukki-babe, lemme get you in clean clothes.”
“I’ll do it, Koutarou,” Akaashi assures him. “Considering this is my fault.” Bokuto shrugs, going to shower with Kuroo before they take a nap. “Love, I’m gonna get you in pajamas, alright?” Kei blinked up at Akaashi and turned over. “I’m very sorry for giving you the pill by accident,” Akaashi struggles to pull Tsukki’s t-shirt off.
“What do you mean?” Tsukki slurs back at him. “I’m tired.”
“I know,” Akaashi tells him, “Come on. Fresh t-shirt and new sweatpants and then you can take a nap with Koutarou.”
“Nap now,” Tsukki argues, flopping back onto the bed. “Wanna nap with you.”
“Maybe I’ll join in,” Akaashi helped Tsukki into new pajama pants. Koutarou and Kuroo exit the shower, laughing about something they found hilarious (which probably wasn’t). Bokuto grinned, climbing into the bed next to Kei and opening his arms up and beaming when Tsukki crawled into them.
“You smell good,” Tsukki murmurs against him. Bokuto hums in acknowledgment and rubs circles into their blonde’s back softly. Akaashi sighed and prayed to every power he could think of to make this go better.