Rating: T - For the fluffiness, randomness and cheesiness that follows this pairing.
Disclaimer: Takeshi Konomi-sensei owns Prince of Tennis and all its characters; I solely us them for writing funtimes.
Author's Note: I fixated more on the title than anything else. I'm fickle like that. Lyrics are translated from FT Island's "결혼해줘." Feedback is loved~.
After carefully placing his iPod into the provided space of a radio, Marui turned around and gleefully jumped onto his bed. With the brief press of the shuffle button he had made, he waited near impatiently as his music device decided on what he would listen to that Saturday evening. It wasn't long until he snatched his lavender comb, grasping it tight in his hands as the single reverberation of a guitar turned into the bubbly beginning of an all too familiar song.
"We don't have to part every day, we don't have to worry about cab fare…" The singer's sleek, enticing voice boomed from the speaker.
Swift in catching up, the redhead pulled the brush nearer to him, and like a makeshift microphone, began lip-synching along.
"Let's meet and talk about our love story that heated up the phone every night," he stopped briefly to point dramatically at his cell-phone, swishing about damp locks.
"I'll do all the hard things for you; I'll do everything you want for you…"
Transfixed far too immensely on keeping up with the lyrics, Marui failed to notice something then: the soft knock on his door. Nor did he pay any mind whatsoever as a slyly smirking silverette entered his room quietly, watching the private performance with far too much amusement.
The song abruptly burst into a brief high-beat solo, allowing Marui to catch his breath, before continuing in a fairly enthusiastic chorus of: "Marry, marry, marry me."
Unable to stop himself, Niou took it upon himself to stop the ludicrous actions of his boyfriend short as he pressed pause.
Immediately, Marui stopped his pelvic thrusts and hair-swaying, eyelids snapping open to reveal his confusion. His expression shortly turned into that of mortification. Pure, utter mortification.
"…Niou?"
Said trickster approached the foot of his bed, quirking a brow at the squeak the red-faced redhead had spoken with.
"Yo." Came his calm reply.
Thus, Marui then understood that he had witnessed all of his stupid and asinine actions. Chucking his brush at the silverette, and missing, he stomped on his bed, as if throwing a short tantrum.
He didn't get it when Niou kept smirking.
"What?" The younger youth finally snapped, flinging himself at his partner with a pout.
Then, it all clicked; albeit belatedly.
"One: you really are weird." He stopped to give him a chaste kiss when he frowned, before continuing, "Two: you're naked."
Marui refused to wear towels after showering in his house, thereon; regardless of his family's pleas.