Nisei looked at Seimei. He knew Seimei would have realized that he was looking at him. At this moment, he didn't particularly care.
He leaned over a little closer, albeit carefully.
"What are you doing?" Seimei asked, looking a little surprised.
"Nothing" Nisei said, looking away.
Seimei watched him from the corner of his eye, brows furrowed. After a few seconds he seemed to have forgiven or forgotten and looked away again.
The lounge is big, but I am sure I can move closer, he thought. He scooted over a little, looking at Seimei. Seimei was good looking. He had to admit that he did have strange feelings towards him. It embarrassed him, and he knew that they wouldn't be reciprocated, but perhaps this one time…
"Nisei."
Nisei leaned over to Seimei. Surely Seimei would understand what his intentions were if he just acted on them. He pressed his lips against Seimei's. Nisei was surprised that they were soft. His hands moved over Seimei's chest and shoulders.
He suddenly felt Seimei's hands push him back.
"Don't ever try that again." His voice was stern, his brows were furrowed.
He was pissed off.
Nisei felt a pang of embarrassment grip him. "Yes Sir."