Ritsuka sat at his computer desk, rifling through pictures of him and Soubi; he and Soubi in the park, at the school, at the Ferris wheel. Dozens of pictures full of him and his tall man with long blond hair and purple tinted glasses. It was strange though, in almost every picture, Soubi was looking at him with sad, adoring eyes. Soubi . . . he thought. At the moment, there was nothing that would have made him happier than seeing Soubi now.
A sudden knock at his window made him jump. It was raining outside so automatically Ritsuka assumed it was hail. Then the knocking came again, more insistent. Ritsuka slid his glasses off and glanced around for a weapon of some sort, finding only his first aid kit. He grabbed it and raised it in one hand above his head. Reaching out, he drew back the curtain. What stood on the other side made his eyes widen, his jaw drop, and the first aid kit fall from his hand, unnoticed.
Soubi stood on the other side of the glass, rainwater dripping from his clothes, his face, and his hair.
Without thinking, Ritsuka threw open the sliding door, grabbed Soubi's arm, and dragged him inside. "Soubi! What the heck! It's raining cats and dogs, what were you doing outside?!"
"You called me, so I came."
"I did?"
Soubi leaned down and breathed a kiss across Ritsuka's lips. "You did."
Ritsuka blushed and pulled away. "Soubi, you're dripping on me. Hold on, I'll go get you a towel. Don't go anywhere!"
Soubi chuckled. "Yes, sir."
Ritsuka came back several minutes later with a big white fluffy towel, only to find Soubi standing by the still opened door, his sweater off and in his hands as he wrung the water out of it.
Ritsuka stood frozen in the doorway, fascinated by the play of muscles in Soubi's back. They flexed and moved beneath silky skin and Ritsuka couldn't help but blush. The black pants he wore clung to his skin, emphasizing his long muscled legs and tight butt. He shook the shirt out and ran a hand through his damp blond hair. Ritsuka couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to run his fingers through that blond hair, to feel its silkiness and smooth wetness sliding between his fingers.
Startled by his own thoughts, Ritsuka gently knocked on the door.
"I brought you a towel. Want some help?" Stupid! I'm so stupid! Why did I suggest that?
Soubi sat down at the foot of Ritsuka's bed and spread his legs, resting his elbows on his knees as he lit a cigarette. He took a long drag and blew the smoke out through his nose before smirking at Ritsuka. "I'd appreciate it."
Blushing beet red, Ritsuka bent between Soubi's legs and nonchalantly tossed the towel over the blond man's head. He gripped the fluffy towel and began to rhythmically massage Soubi's scalp and dry his hair through it. As he did, he was silently thankful that the towel hid Soubi's eyes from his face. He stared at the man's chest instead (ogling really).
He was leanly muscled, broad shoulders and lean hips, long body. A very fine dusting of white-blond hair fanned over his chest in a tree-of-life patter, slimming down his six-pack and darkening as it disappeared into his black pants. His chest was two plates of muscle with mauve nipples standing hard from the cold of the rain. Ritsuka was trapped between his legs, sort of, and could feel the power they radiated.
"Um . . . Ritsuka, is something wrong?"
Ritsuka was surprised to see Soubi staring at him from within the shadow of the towel. He'd stopped drying the blond man's hair, and he'd noticed. Shit!
"W-well . . . I-I um . . . I was just-"he faltered, feeling the blood rushing to his cheeks.
"You were just . . . what?" Soubi asked.
"N-Nothing!" he protested, pulling the towel down over Soubi's eyes.
Soubi chuckled, his chest shaking in repressed laughter. He reached up and pulled the towel up from his face.
"I love you, Ritsuka." He said simply. He leaned forward, engulfing Ritsuka in the towel with him, and kissed him gently in the damp heated air surrounding them.
