Drabble 7: Asshole
"Get up"
"Mmm"
"Get uuup"
"Mmmmm"
"Aish" Kai rolls him over. Tyson's skin is sleep warm. The brat stubbornly turns back onto his side again, away from Kai.
He braces his hands on the bed and places his cold cold face in the soft crook of his neck. The whine that follows is immediate and extremely disturbed. "Stooop"
"If you don't wake up in the next ten seconds I'm going to have to pour water on you."
"I hate you" he says in a tiny voice.
"Hmm" Kai sneaks a palm under the sheet covering his torso, creeps across his bare stomach with freezing fingers.
Tyson fights.
He moves to the farthest edge of the bed, dragging the blanket with him. He settles there in a lump with the sheet pulled all the way to the top of his head.
Kai observes him patiently for a minute. Letting him rest briefly. Then crawls across the mattress and drapes his entire body over his. Putting his full weight on him.
A muffled moan sounds from under him.
Kai snickers evilly.
"Get off!" Tyson tries to wiggle away.
Kai pries the blanket off his head, peels it down to his shoulder. Kisses the smooth skin he finds there.
"Noooo" he wails as arms slide beneath him and he is raised off the bed. He kicks his legs in the air to throw Kai off balance.
It works. Sort of.
They land sideways on the mattress and Tyson attempts to escape his hold, but before he can Kai tightens his arms around him and hauls him out of the bed.
"I hate youuu" he whines and curses as he gets carried all the way to the bathroom and dropped in a tub full of warm water. The blanket still tangled around his body.
"Argh"
He chucks a bar of soap at Kai's head before he can close the door, but he misses, and his heartless boyfriend slips out of the room.
What an ass.