Disclaimer: Slam Dunk - not mine.
Note: Yes, I'm addicted to senkosh.
dreaming of clouds
"Akira."
"Hmmm…" Sendoh Akira stirred from his half-sleep, turning to his lover and wrapping his long arms around the smaller boy's lithe frame. Koshino Hiroaki, surprisingly did not object, feeling a little lethargic from just having woken up from a light nap.
"What do you dream about when we're like this?" The soft breeze danced over the two boys sprawled gracelessly on the grass. It was one of their lazy, early dismissal days. There was no practice as well, and the two Ryonan players jumped the opportunity of finding some rest and soak under the day's dim warmth of the sun, the sky spotted with gently drifting...
"Clouds," came the sleepy reply.
Koshino was stung. "…Oh…" And angry. "Oh!"
Sendoh merely smiled, as if oblivious of the smaller boy's rising temper. "Aren't they beautiful?"
At the words, Koshino's chest started to feel heavy and the place where their skins touched started to tingle painfully. Tears threatening to fall from his angry eyes, Koshino made a motion to stand up, trying to wiggle away from Sendoh's suddenly fierce cuddle. "Akira, let me go! Akira!"
"Hush, Hiro-kun." Sendoh's head bent to plant a light kiss on Koshino's forehead. "There's another one that looks just like you."
Koshino turned his head and saw the most amazing cloud pass by on top of them, glowing blinding white. He couldn't help but snort and be puzzled at the same time.
"That one? How?" He looked at Sendoh, now laughing openly at him, nuzzling his face, dark eyes reflecting…
"Big idiot."