It's a little known fact, but Jakotsu loves the beach.
He loves it for a specific reason, you see, and that reason is thus: guys. There are so many hot guys at the beach, the vast majority of them scantily clad and nicely tanned.
Like the young man stretched out on the beach blanket next to him.
Jakotsu smirked. It was perfect beach weather; hot, muggy, the sun blazing down and causing the sand to heat to scorching temperatures. Earlier that morning, he has used his best puppy-dog face to convince Bankotsu a beach trip was in order. He knew his puppy-dog face was irresistible; the fact that the air conditioner happened to pick that particular day to cop out only served to heighten his chances of an excursion to the beach.
So there he lay, sprawled out under a giant beach umbrella, watching the masses pass by, commenting to the tanned figure sprawled beside him every time a man he deemed cute passed by.
Bankotsu, who usually got aggravated with his friend's constant ogling, seemed oddly content to lie there, soaking up the sun and listening to the gay man's account of every passer-by. The teen stretched, shifting to get more comfortable -blankets don't sit well on sand; there are just too many lumps- and Jakotsu glanced over at him.
Dressed in cerulean blue swim trunks, Bankotsu was a sight to behold. Jakotsu's inky gaze wandered appreciatively over his friend's sinewy back and down to his beautiful buttocks. Oh, Bankotsu's bum…So nice, so pretty, so…
He had to stop himself from drooling.
Another speedo-clad hunk passed within his vision line and he was momentarily distracted.
Bankotsu sat up, brushing loose sand from his bare chest. He was starting to get hot; it felt like he was cooking himself slowly in the mid-afternoon heat.
Time to go swimming.
"Hey."
He looked down at Jakotsu, who seemed to be lost in -as he so aptly named them- a "hot guy trance."
"Hey!" Bankotsu nudged his friend with his toes.
"Mrmf!" Jakotsu's head jerked up and the glazed look slid out of his eyes. "Wha-? Oh, Bankotsu. What's up?"
"I'm going swimming. Wanna come?"
"Nah…" Jakotsu grinned, "I don't want to get burned. You go on ahead, Aniki. I'll just wait right here." He waved one hand dismissively.
Bankotsu shrugged, then glanced off towards the ocean. At the point where pale sand met crisp blue, the water looked positively inviting. There were children splashing along the shore, building elaborate sand castles and digging holes to be filled by the tide. Couples strolled, old people sauntered and parents everywhere were patrolling the area, keeping an eye on their children.
On his trip to the water's edge, Bankotsu passed by all sorts of people: A group of partying teenagers who blasted a boom box loudly, a mother trying to quiet a screaming toddler while keeping two slightly older children in her sight, an old man reading a novel under an umbrella.
When he reached the point where wet sand met dry, he paused for a moment. Several school-aged children had just scampered by, shivering. It was early July; the water was probably still cold.
He knew what he had to do. He would never get into the water otherwise…
With a loud whoop, Bankotsu took off running, throwing his tanned body straight into the waves. God, but it was cold!
Never one to back down, Bankotsu pressed on further, fighting the waves and allowing his skin to get accustomed to the chilly water.
Jakotsu, who heard the war cry his friend let lose, smiled, watching fondly as Bankotsu splashed around like a gleeful child. This was another reason he liked the beach; he got to see Bankotsu in his most relaxed persona and that made him very happy. Seeing Bankotsu so happy gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling.
Or maybe that was just heat stroke.
Whatever it was, he liked it.
The day wore on, as days do, and Jakotsu began to get hungry. The munchies had long since been eaten up and he was ready to go home.
Bankotsu was still splashing in the water.
Jakotsu stood, stretching and cracking his back. He scanned the shore's edge, inky gaze fixing on Bankotsu, who was excitedly engaged in a water fight with a few other teens.
"Oi! Aniki!" Jakotsu waved wildly, "I'm ready to go!"
Bankotsu looked up at the sound of a lilting voice bearing his honorific drifted across the hazy air. "I gotta go…" He muttered. He'd been having fun too! Hanging out with people his own age, enjoying the sun, the salty beach smell, the rough waves crashing, trying to drag them into the undertow and the fun of defying nature to escape…The waves were so rough, he'd nearly lost his trunks a few times!
It figured Jakotsu would want to leave then.
It was when he was halfway to the blanket that he noticed that no one was talking any more. A tense, stony silence had enveloped this portion of the beach. He glanced around nervously. Noticed Jakotsu smiling at him lecherously.
Noticed the draft.
He began to move fast, not daring to look down. Jakotsu's debauched smile had spread into a full-blown grin. "Not that I'm complaining or anything, Aniki, but what happened to your swim suit?"
That was it; his worst fear confirmed.
Jakotsu smiled again, looking amused.
And Bankotsu blushed.
Credit for this chapter goes to jazzywolf, who suggested swimming.