Disclaimer: I do not own the characters (except the OC that was required). Gravitation is not my property and I make no profit off of this. Although it'd be awesome if I could.
Blame It On The Rain: Interlude
"You're so cute when you blush, you know that?"
"I'm not cute," Suguru protested hotly. Kisho chuckled.
"Adorable then?" he guessed.
"No!"
"Okay, let's ignore the fact that you look hot enough to eat when you get all flustered, and get back to the original point. You said I could decide what we would do, right? Then this is what I want."
"So soon?" Suguru questioned hesitantly. "But we've already done it multiple times."
"I could never get enough of this with you," Kisho breathed against the green haired boy's mouth. Suguru felt himself weakening. Dimly he was aware of the fact that he could never win against the other boy while he was distracting him with those clever lips.
"Unless you're still a little, ah cramped from the last few times. Are you sure, Suguru?"
Suguru felt his blush deepen under the other boy's forceful gaze.
"No, it's okay, I'm alright. If that's really what you want… I don't mind."
Kisho felt himself melting at Suguru's sweet smile. He smiled back, glad that he had finally found someone who understood him so completely.
"Ready?" the brunette whispered quietly, knowing Suguru was unused to being touched in the ways Kisho craved.
"This is going to be painful isn't it?"
The model gave a low husky laugh that caused the musician to shiver slightly.
"Only if you want it to, darling."
"You're such a perv. Let's do this then."
Their hands slid together, slim fingers intertwining and locking in an echo of a passionate embrace. Red stared intensely into golden brown from inches away.
"One, two three four! I declare thumb war!"
"Arggg! I never win this game! Let's play something different this time," Suguru complained, shaking his hand in irritation. There is only so much thumb mashing that he was willing to put up with for one night, no matter how cute the person doing the mashing was when he begged.
"Weeeeelll… we could always play Twister," Kisho waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
A pillow smacked him in the face.
I don't really consider this an extra chapter. It was just this thing that popped into my head whil I was trying to come up with an epilogue. As I may never write on this story again I have changed this from an interlude to the epilogue, and I'm going to call this complete unless inspiration strike.