Another Extreme Shower
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Forecast 10: Global Warming
Takeshi stood there, blinking slowly, arms at the ready in front of him. He still didn't quite understand what had happened. There, on the floor in front of him, lay his sparring partner, on the floor and quite unconscious. He wasn't even sure what he had done, but Takeshi assumed that he'd thrown quite a fearsome punch at the other boy.
"What?" Ryohei yelled from beside the ring, trying to frown through his smile, "I thought I said not to K.O. anyone!"
Takeshi had always had this problem with saying "no" to people. He always figured that it would all work out for the best if he just went with the flow, helping people here and there, livening up someone else's day. So when Ryohei had asked him to join him at boxing club and ignore his baseball team for one day, he had obliged.
"I, um, I don't really—" Takeshi began, not sure what to say, "I got lost in the moment?"
Or at least it seemed that way. He remembered feeling his blood starting to boil, his instincts perked up as the match started. His battle instincts reared its head, taking over as soon as he had managed to dodge his opponent's first punch. Or was it his only punch? He couldn't quite remember.
Ryohei couldn't keep himself from staring. It wasn't often that Takeshi would just slip his clothes off in front of him because he asked. Normally, it would take a bit of coaxing, some skimming of his fingers over his lover's stomach, and a bit of playful kisses. But today, he had walked into the locker room with him and threw his clothes off, not caring at all at the way Ryohei had stared at his backside. And when he did notice? Takeshi had winked at him. He didn't think twice about throwing on Ryohei's spare shorts and leaving the locker room without a shirt on. He even ignored his fangirls, for the most part, who had decided that this must have been one of the best days of their lives.
Ryohei made sure glare at them with the force of a thousand suns. It made him angry to think that he couldn't stop them from taking pictures of his Takeshi, either. Only the gods themselves could save that giggling circle of estrogen if those pictures ended up on the internet. On facebook or tumblr or whatever the flavor-of-the-month socializing site was. If that happened, he would bring a cannon into their little club room. A maximum cannon.
On the plus side, he got an extremely nice piece of eye candy, today. Ryohei had to do his best to stop himself from just running up and grabbing his boyfriend throughout the whole club session. Takeshi just kept stretching in the first few minutes. The shorts didn't go quite as far down his legs, considering Takeshi was still a bit taller than him. It tugged and pulled and revealed just enough thigh for his blood pressure to rise. He couldn't stop himself from staring at the way the fabric of the shorts stretched over his rump. It made his mouth run dry as the other boy continued his warm-ups, every muscle in his body flexing and adjusting. To say that Ryohei had plastered himself to the edge of the ring because he was excited to see Takeshi try his sport was an understatement.
He growled unhappily for a moment, returning to Earth, struggling to get comfortable in the extremely tight, white and blue pin-striped pants. They were definitely not made for him, but he wore them, anyway. Besides, there was a very good reason for him to be in these pants, anyway. Leaving the bathroom, Ryohei walked down the hall, donning the baseball cap he had been given. He entered the baseball freak's room, grinning deviously.
"I didn't know you liked to roleplay, Takeshi," he purred, tracing a finger down the other boy's inner thigh.
"I like playing games," Takeshi replied, shuddering softly before letting his eyes wash over the boxer, "Especially extreme ones."
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So here's the next snapshot! This was more amusing to write than I thought it would be XD I have an idea in mind for the next chapter, so I'll probably write it out tomorrow. 'Till then, R&R~