The drive to the hot spring consisted solely of the constant rambling of a DJ and his music. As for the two occupants of the car, one was too busy worrying about his gravure magazines while the other was too busy being jealous of said magazines, or more precisely, jealous of the girls in those magazines.
As such, their arrival was unceremonious and filled with even more silence. It was only when both men were alone in the room that Nanjirou asked," why does it bother you so much anyway?" If looks could kill, Nanjirou would have turned into a pile of ash.
"My idea of a day off is sleeping a few extra hours, and preferably not leaving the house at all. Not being woken at four am," Kosuke practically growled," to come and ogle girls who are too close to my son's age for me to be okay with it. Especially, when the last time I took a day off was god knows when."
Nanjirou looked sufficiently cowed. However, he thought it was wrong for Kosuke to look that attractive when he was angry. "We do have a private spring, so you can relax and work out some of that anger," he meekly added.
Exasperated Kosuke shook his head and stalked off in the direction of the spring.
For the first time in quite a while, it was blissfully silent. Kosuke soaked in the atmosphere, relieved to be spared all kinds of commentary about irrelevant topics. More than that, for one day there were no expectations of him, and Nanjirou would preferably be somewhere ogling some young thing while Kosuke got his peace. Apparently, the gods hated him, because as soon as the thought of a Nanjirou-less soak occurred, there was the man sliding into the bath.
Kosuke couldn't help but notice that the former tennis pro had retained much of the same physique as he'd had when they were younger. In contrast, the years had worn Kosuke down, but not by much. His stomach was still flat, even if his core muscles were not as strong as they used to be.
Nanjirou hummed low to himself as if he was entirely unaware of the other man's existence in the pool. Kosuke managed to pull his eyes away, but they seemed to be drawn back to the other man anyway.
"What?" Nanjirou asked realizing that Kosuke was staring.
"Nothing, I'm just surprised you still exercise a lot," Kosuke offered. He was past the age of feeling shame at being caught staring, and he had seen it all before.
Nanjirou shook his head," not really, I just play tennis with the brat. Don't you?"
Kosuke laughed," when would I have the time to exercise. I have a massive company to run." Nanjirou being surprised, fell silent at the sound. He'd forgotten how good it sounded hearing Kosuke laugh. It seemed that it was much rarer now than it had been back then. He tilted his head back and looked up at the mass of gray clouds, one indistinguishable from the next.
"Were you drunk?" Kosuke asked, it was evident what he was asking.
Nanjirou looked at the man," No I wasn't." He doesn't understand why Kosuke is asking now, a couple of weeks after the incident. If anything, Nanjirou assumed that Kosuke was content to forget about that dinner altogether.
"I don't -," the press of lips against his own cuts off Nanjirou. The surprise faded fast and he couldn't help but pull the other man in closer, moving his lips, rediscovering the feel of Kosuke again.
Pulling away, Nanjirou couldn't help but ask," so have you changed your mind?"
Kosuke looked resolute, another emotion masquerading behind it," Not at all."
"Then I guess I'll have to haunt you until you change your mind," Nanjirou casually mentioned.
Kosuke smiled, a proper bright thing," You're welcome to it."
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