Summer Sweets
By Blades of Ice
Written for Pervasive Threnody's Summer Detour Challenge
It doesn't involve water, but it most definitely takes place in summer, so I hope it counts…
Warnings: Yaoi, GojyoxSanzo
My first Saiyuki fic posted anywhere, ever. Very, very short one-shot. Enjoy!
Sanzo ran a sweaty palm through his damp hair, trying to keep the unruly blonde locks from sticking to his forehead. Perspiration slid down the sides of Sanzo's face, trickling beneath the collar of his too-large T-shirt, making his skin itch. Idly, Sanzo pulled at the shirt, peeling the damp fabric away from his chest. It was too damn hot. Sanzo was so overheated that even the thought of smoking made him warmer. His pack of Marlboros and lighter were sitting next to him on the inn's porch, ignored.
"Oi, that's my shirt."
Sanzo lazily turned to see Gojyo coming up behind him, wearing a pair of jeans, rolled up to his knees, and nothing else. He had two bowls, one in each hand, but Sanzo couldn't see what the contents were.
"You weren't using it," Sanzo replied.
Gojyo sat down next to the priest, crossing his legs before handing one of the bowls to Sanzo. "Here."
Sanzo took the bowl, the ceramic cold against his hot palms, and peered at the contents--half-melted vanilla ice cream. "Where did you get this?"
"The inn keeper just made it. Eat it before it melts, else I'll have to tell her you let it go to waste," The red head grinned.
Sanzo snorted before taking a spoon from Gojyo and dipping it into the sweet treat. The ice cream was freezing against Sanzo's tongue, and he continued eating appreciatively.
The two men ate in silence, enjoying each others' presence. Gojyo finished eating before Sanzo, putting his bowl aside and leaning back. A couple of times, Sanzo caught crimson eyes watching him as he ate, but he ignored it. When Sanzo put his bowl down, Gojyo sat up, looked at the blonde and grinned.
"What?" Sanzo asked, raising an eye brow in question.
"You have some ice cream right here," Gojyo said, bringing a finger to Sanzo's cheek and swiping it off. He licked his finger clean before leaning closer to Sanzo. "And here," Gojyo said, sealing Sanzo's lips with his own.
Sanzo parted his lips, granting Gojyo the access he sought. The red head's mouth was still cool from the ice cream, and sweet, but with the lingering taste of tobacco that Gojyo always had. Groaning, Gojyo pushed Sanzo onto his back, effectively spilling the melted contents of the bowls on both of them. Sanzo would have reprimanded Gojyo, but he was far too preoccupied with being ravished. Violet eyes slid closed as Gojyo's tongue invaded the crevices of his mouth and strong, tan hands ran across his chest. Sanzo should have been annoyed with the cold stickiness dampening the side of his t-shirt, but as Gojyo ran his tongue across his pale neck, he found it really wasn't that bad. It wasn't his shirt, anyway.