"Stop taking random pictures of me."
Shinsuke blinked, stunned, from behind his phone. Tye hadn't even looked up.
"How did you...?"
The Perfect Ten smiled sagely, still typing rapidly onto the little screen of his phone. "You were too quiet. Plus, you keep on sneaking little pictures of me every few minutes. You're spamming your own instagram page, man."
Shinsuke laughed, defeated. "Fine. One more, and I'll promise I'll give it a break...For a few days at least."
Now Tye looked up, a serious look in his eyes. "Shin...I still don't get it. I mean, I understand that you like me, and all, but...I'm not all that great to look at, you know? You don't have to force it."
Nakamura was almost offended at that, and his earlier smile faded. "Tye, I mean this with all my love: Shut the fuck up." He grabbed Dillinger's hand and kissed his wrist, of all things. "You are handsome and beautiful. And cute, like your puppy."
"You know, that's not really a compli—"
"And I don't just like you. I love you. I could stare at you forever. I want to rest of the world to be as lucky as me."
Tye felt his face growing warm with a wonderful mixture of embarrassment and happiness, and couldn't suppress a chuckle. "Shin, damn, you take things so seriously..."
"I am serious."
"I know, I know...You're really...intense, is all." He shook his head, and leaned over, smirking when he heard Nakamura's soft gasp. It wasn't often that he surprised the King of Strong Style.
"But I love that about you," he whispered against the sensitive skin of Shinsuke's neck, making him shiver.
"Thank you for caring for me. I love you, too." He wrapped his arms around Shinsuke in a half-hug, pulling their bodies as close as they could be in the uncomfortable airport seats.
"Tye, we're in public," Nakamura moaned in a nearly-inaudible voice.
"So? I know you're ready to go where ever, when ever..." The Perfect 10 loved when he could get Shinsuke like this. Those rare moments where the King of Strong Style wasn't leading the dance, couldn't find his footing.
"I should jerk you off here in the terminal, right now," Tye threatened, hidden hand creeping down Nakamura's thigh. "And I know you can get so loud. You'll get in sooo much trouble, you pervert."
With his other hand, he reached down and grabbed as much of Shinsuke's ass as he could, making the Japanese superstar gasp out loud and jerk up in his seat. A few people turned to trace the source of the sound, but by that time, Shinsuke was sitting still once more, red-faced, eyes locked on the ground; and Tye, of course, was a comfortable distance away in his own seat, looking innocent.
"I'll kill you," Shinsuke muttered under his breath, cheeks bright red. "You're mean."
Dillinger laughed wickedly. "Hey, you started this. Every time you take an unapproved picture of me, I'm going to make you suffer." He noticed the slight bulge in Nakamura's jeans. "Oh, it looks like you're actually still suffering..."
Shinsuke gave him a sidelong glance. "We'll see who suffers tonight," he promised icily, sending chills down Tye's spine.
Of course, later, he posted the picture anyway.
A/N: Just a short, fun, little chapter. More serious stuff to follow though, haha...
