DRABBLE 4: Sweet Lovers
He stands with his hands on his hips in front of Kai, who is sprawling on the couch, legs spread arrogantly.
A smile twists on Tyson's face. Kai wears a similar expression. They are staring at each other like it is a game to be won.
Tyson is unable to suppress his grin for long. It bursts out on his face like the sun on a bright summer day.
"You're standing like you're nine months pregnant," says Kai, indicating toward his lover's bloated-belly posture with his eyes.
Tyson laughs. "If I were a girl I probably would be by now."
Strangely, the statement fills Kai up with love like water being poured into a jug. He reaches out to take Tyson's fingers into his own, and draws him down into his lap. He gazes at him with tenderness. "You'd keep the kid?"
"Of course" the other boy replies with a buoyant chuckle.
Kai's right arm curls around his waist. He adjusts wisps of hair among Tyson's forelocks.
A sudden shadow passes over the dragon-blader's countenance, and Kai frowns in mild alarm.
Tyson heaves a sigh. "I keep getting sad when I think about your leaving for London tomorrow."
"Don't think then," Kai advices expertly.
His lover considers him with disdain. "And what will I do when you really leave?" he asks. Kai doesn't answer immediately. Tyson winds his feet around one of Kai's ankles, looking at him with a slight pout. "Won't you miss me?"
Kai gives him a slow and grim shake of his head.
Tyson huffs. "I won't miss you either." He crosses his arms defiantly over his chest.
The resolve doesn't stay for long as his hands fall back between his knees and his gaze returns to Kai once more. There is a sobering look on his face.
He is aware of the preciousness of their remaining time together.
His eyes lower to his lips, and he gathers a strengthening breath. Then slowly, and ever so gently, leans toward Kai. The dranzer-wielder entertains him till their noses brush, but sucks in his lips before they can meet Tyson's.
The dragon master is annoyed beyond measure. "What am I supposed to make out with?" he asks, tone slightly miffed, but mostly exuberant. Casting a longing glance at the line where the skin above and below his mouth touch, Tyson swoops to drop a tiny peck on it. Dissatisfied with that, he attempts to tickle Kai into submission, which does not work because Kai was never one to react to false threats.
"I could just punch you, you know," he says. Kai involuntarily gulps. He is not sure why.
Tyson gets back up on his feet and mimics jujutsu, aiming kicks and hooks at Kai that don't find their marks on his body. He swings a fist in the air, pulling his elbow back, before bringing it toward Kai's chest, flashing quick at the start but slowing to a stop inches from his lover's shirt. "Kapow!" he says, making silly sound effects.
Kai almost reveals his lips in a grin he manages to reel back in only at the last moment.
Tyson tries various other tricks on him. Kai, in an effort to keep his mouth hidden, picks up a cushion from the couch and uses it as a shield.
In retaliation, when the rest of the team members filter into the room, Tyson calls out: "Guys, look! Kai's shy!"
The phoenix-blader abandons the pillow without a second's delay. Tyson grabs his chin from the back and tilts his face up to claim his prize. Electricity shoots up from the point of contact. "Mmm" He lets go with a molten groan, slightly dizzy, and says in a whisper, "so sweet."