Triangle
Just something short and sweet because I love my Thrill Pair. I was thinking of eyelashes and this came up; as is the case with most of my random thoughts, I followed through with a story. Thanks once again to my wonderful IronicallyYours for looking it over and letting me know it's acceptable. Reviews are loved.
His eyelashes form triangles. Black little triangles I could pull apart with my pinkie finger if he would sit still long enough. They part at the middle, facing opposite directions and curling at the ends as they frame his eyes. I decide I'm going to keep him, him and his eyelashes and the freckle stuck on the right side of his chin.
He doesn't need to know; he's already decided I'm keeping him, and that's good enough for me. I annoy him with the shiny trails I leave for him to clean the next day when I grab at the wall as soon as he pulls down my pants, and the impromptu kisses that make the regulars go red and look away. Only Tezuka doesn't avert his eyes, doesn't clear his throat and shuffle his feet and play with the zipper on his sweater.
I tell Ryoma it's because he's seen us at it enough times in his mind while jerking off that it doesn't faze him anymore. Then it's Ryoma's turn to squirm and blush, and I savour it.
Then he says, "No, seriously, I know there's something up" and I say, "Yes, Ryoma, there's something up." And the way I smirk and catch his eye lets him know exactly what I mean. And even though he ducks his head and shoves his elbow into my ribs, he insists that I know more than I'm letting on, and that I can't hide it from him forever.
"No?" I ask, nuzzling his neck and grinning. "You sure about that?"
He isn't sure. He isn't sure because he doesn't snap back, just rolls his shoulder to make me raise my face for him to kiss. He distracts himself from the topic until the next time Tezuka gives us one of those looks. He might not know what it means, but I do. I've known since the moment Tezuka closed the locker room door, grabbed my wrist and dared me with his eyes to push him away. I've known since he told me to make sure I knew what I was doing, make sure Ryoma at least had an idea, and kissed me so hard my neck cracked.
But I don't tell Ryoma. I kiss his brow, stare at those triangles twisting around his eyes and promise him the world. Or part of it, at least. The part I haven't already given to someone else.