Prompt: Imagine your OTP "being incredibly, incredibly, absolutely, blissfully happy." (saw this on a tumblr post)
"Come on Asami! You're taking so long!"
Akihito laughed as he ran up ahead. "The top of the hill is right there!"
Akihito ran up and out of view. A halo of golden and lush green leaves surrounded Asami's vision as he trekked up the hill. He switched the picnic basket to his left hand so he could use the right to take his phone out of his cargo pants. His boy was the photographer but he had started to teach Asami how to, at the very least, take pictures using his own phone. So, following Akihito's 'training', Asami snapped a quick pic of the scene before heading up to join Akihito.
He was sitting cross-legged, his back to Asami and facing the sky, no doubt admiring its red streaks, pink cotton candy clouds and drowning marigold sun. He turned half his face to look back at Asami, grinning, and the sun's fading rays curled its fingers around the side of his jaw. Asami wanted to snap another pic but he knew his phone's camera could never do his boy justice.
"My butt's getting wet from grass! Gimme the blanket here," Asami placed the picnic blanket in Akihito's out stretched arm.
With the blanket on the grass, Asami joined Akihito on the soft earth and curled his arm around the boy's waist. They sat in silence, munching on the sandwiches, as they watched the sun die and the moon reborn. Later, when the sky was inky and the stars gleaming, they were laying with Akihito's face resting on Asami's chest, sipping wine from each other's glass. An atmosphere of serenity surrounded them.
"Hey…" A wine-tipsy Akihito murmured.
"Hmm?"
"Tell me something."
"What?"
"I don't know; anything."
"I'll humour you then." Asami mused for a while then spoke, "We should come here more often," Asami trailed his finger down Akihito's back.
Out of the blue, Akihito sprung up. His hand swung through the air as he bought it down to slap his thigh. A sharp whap resounded. "Damned things! I forgot it was mosquito season!"
Asami raised his eyebrow, amused at his lover's antics. "You wanna go back?"
The boy bit his lip. "Nah. I mean, we came all this way; it'd be a shame to leave so soon."
Was he really that oblivious? Akihito should know by now that Asami found his lip-biting irresistible. Asami leaned forward and placed his lips softly on Akihito's neck. The boy whimpered, his toes curling. "oh you perverted bastard! Ah… nngh 'Sami…"
Soon, nothing could heard but the sharp sound of skin slapping against skin.
