Soft Skin, Harsh Words
Disclaimer: If the lawyers aren't looking, I own it.
Ritsuka had no idea how long he had been sitting there, in that same position, but he was getting tired of it, not to mention
Ritsuka had no idea how long he had been sitting there, in that same position, but he was getting tired of it, not to mention there was an inch on his arm that didn't seem to want to go away. He quickly scratched it and then put his arm back where it had been.
Soubi glanced up from his sketchbook. "Ritsuka, please don't move. Try to be still."
Ritsuka frowned, but he didn't say anything. When Soubi had asked him to help him with homework, he didn't think he'd end up modeling half naked. He had a pair of shorts on, but with the blanket covering them, it looked as though he were completely naked. "Are you almost finished?"
"I'll be done soon, I promise you."
That's what you said before.
The zero boys, Natsuo and Youji, had been there earlier before leaving. Both of them made comments like, "Ritsuka are you naked?" and "Looks like kiddy porn to me" and then proceeded to call Soubi a pedophile.
Drawings aren't pornography, Ritsuka reminded himself. They're art.
"Finished," Soubi said.
Ritsuka immediately collapsed on the bed and began stretching out his limbs.
"Would you like to see?" Soubi asked.
Ritsuka sat up and nodded. Soubi got up from his chair and sat down on the edge of the bed, showing the drawing to Ritsuka.
Looking at the drawing of himself, his first thought was, iI really do look naked./i And then he noticed that the picture made him look a little older, a little more mature, even with his ears.
"I like it," Ritsuka said after a long moment.
"Like it? That's it?"
"Yup, I like it." And then he turned over on his side, his back to Soubi. He felt the weight shift on the bed as Soubi got up to put his sketchbook away, but he came back and laid down on the bed next to Ritsuka, spooning.
Soubi draped his arm over Ritsuka and buried his face in Ritsuka's neck. His breath was hot against Ritsuka's skin; it made Ritsuka blush.
"Soubi–"
Soubi dragged his hands through Ritsuka's hair as he laid a soft kiss on his neck and then his cheek.
"Soubi!" Ritsuka exclaimed as he tried to push him away. "Stop it."
Soubi stopped kissing him, but he pulled Ritsuka into his arms. "Your skin is soft, your hair is soft, but your words are harsh."
Ritsuka sighed. He turned over in Soubi's arms so he could face him. "I really ireally/i liked your drawing. It looked really good. You did really well." And then he kissed him on the lips. "Can I sleep now?"
Soubi smiled softly. "Yes."
"Good," Ritsuka said as he turned over so that his back was facing Soubi again.
"Can I hold you while you sleep?" Soubi asked.
"Soubi, you are holding me."
"I know, but can I hold you while you sleep?"
"Yes," Ritsuka mumbled as he closed his eyes and drifted away.
