Another Extreme Shower

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Forecast 2: Low Pressure Zone

The sky was dark as the heavens let loose their tears. The hard, sharp pitter-patter of the rain hitting the windows permeated throughout the entire Sasagawa residence. The power had gone out. There was a significant lack of batteries, candles, and overall, things to do. What were two teenage boys, trapped alone in a house with a typhoon raging outside to do without even the magic of video games?

And yet, despite this sullen predicament, Yamamoto Takeshi was amused.

He enjoyed being with his new boyfriend, who would constantly shower him with affection and praise. He enjoyed all the nuances of being a part of a couple; he loved the hand-holding, playful banter, soft kisses, the hugs. Sure, he had to teach Ryohei how to smooth over his extreme tendencies; to not crush his hands in the hallways, to not smash his mouth on the younger boy's like a hammer on an anvil, and to cradle each other in their arms, rather than attempt to slice each other up with their upper arms.

Everyday was a new adventure to experience, whether it was finding out that the manly Ryohei-senpai had a certain fondness for his own sister's shoujo manga that he definitely wasn't supposed to tell anyone about or unveiling the fact that Ryohei had a certain flair for rather…extreme undergarments. This was, according to the older boy, all preparations for anything that Takeshi could possibly throw at him. With his extreme preparedness, he would be able to face any challenge, meet any request, that Takeshi could possibly make.

But this…was amusing.

Ryohei laid there on the couch, shirtless, sweat pants hanging low, limbs sprawling every which way. His head rested on his boyfriend's lap, eyes staring sadly, forlornly at the empty cup on the coffee table.

"I'm sorry," Takeshi laughed, "I'll buy some more when the rain lets up."

All he received was a rather heavy grunt and an empty stare.

"I promise," he smiled, shifting his lover's limbs to prevent him from falling off the couch before deciding to curl up beside him, "But isn't this nice, too?"

Ryohei emitted another dejected grunt before rolling around to face away from the other boy. He was feeling extremely lethargic and in no mood to hide it.

Since the time they had met, Takeshi had assumed that his burst of sunshine had an insurmountable supply of energy. The silver-haired boxer was always ready to work out, hang out, and, more recently, take him out.

It was an accident, this time. One that Takeshi had apologized for countless times over the past hour. He had made the mistake of arriving too early at Ryohei's house and was let in by his sister, who had kindly forced a cup of coffee into him, and left to hang out at Hana's house while the rain was still light.

Now, Yamamoto Takeshi was not a coffee-drinker. He drank tea. Tea was good. It didn't taste like dirt. It didn't need to lose all of its color and become a pale, khaki, off-white so that you could swallow it—only to realize that you might as well have robbed a small cake shop of all its sugar in order to balance out the bitterness.

No, Takeshi liked tea.

But with nothing better to do, the young man sat on the living room sofa, watching the lights flicker, the clock reset, give up the last of their brilliant rays of light as the power went out, and sipped his small cake shop-dairy farm hybrid down to the last drop.

What he also discovered about coffee was something that he could not hide his smile from. A few sets of heavy footfalls, a very loud, strangled, distressed cry of dismay, and a half-naked Ryohei sadly cradling an empty can of instant coffee later found the two in their current predicament.

Ryohei drank coffee. The kind that was definitely not in the small teacup resting on a pretty white saucer that Takeshi had sworn was empty the whole time.

Remember, Takeshi liked tea.

But Takeshi couldn't resist. This sudden bout of lethargy, Ryohei's previous insistence on leading a healthy, substance-free life, and the lack of coffee was too much for even him to resist mocking.

"Too extreme for you?" Takeshi smirked.

"To the extreme."

END

I had thought this up when I was entertaining the thought of Ryohei on caffeine. And then decided that he already was!

Tell me what you guys think!