Celebrating Gakuto's birthday would usually not have been a bother for anyone, had there not been his wish. "I want to go eat ice cream", he had said. Just who in the world went to get ice cream in the middle of September when the days had already started getting colder and mostly the sun wasn't even to be seen. Thus Atobe found it very convenient for once that his father dragged him to some sort of business meeting on that particular day. It was, of course, with great regret that he had to inform Mukahi of that, but it was inevitable.
Shishido and Ohtori already had a date on that day – well, they had said there was an important test for Ohtori the next day and Shishido would help him study, but, really, who would ever need that idiot's help studying anything that did not involve tennis? Thus Gakuto was sure it was just an excuse for them to get lovey-dovey with each other. Not that he minded, Shishido was way too annoying for his own good anyway. But still, he wanted candy, or, well, just anything sweet, and he loved ice cream, and he did not like it in the least that most of the Regulars just left him standing.
Kabaji would of course accompany Atobe – Gakuto swore the boy acted just like an obedient puppy at times – and he had not even invited Hiyoshi. That one would probably try and Gekokujou his ice cream or something. And he was annoying. Gakuto swore, the next time he tried to use that word around him he would kick his ass into next week. Or to the moon, that depended, and Hiyoshi's martial arts knowledge be damned.
Either way, he had somehow ended up going only with Yuushi –who would never leave his doubles partner alone on his birthday (Gakuto said that was because they were such great friends, Yuushi on the other hand insisted that it was because Gakuto's whining would become unbearable then) – and Jiroh. But the latter did not count, since he was just sitting there, half asleep as usual, anyway.
Gakuto pouted and proceeded to mash his ice cream with his spoon. It simply was not fair. He was turning seventeen, a quite significant age if one asked him, and almost all of his friends had deserted him. He picked up a spoon full of ice cream, though pausing mid-air, and sighed. This wasn't what he had thought about when he had said he wanted to go to the new parlour. Jiroh looked exceptionally bored, with his eyes half-closed and just staring holes into the air. And Yuushi wore that insufferable smirk he always had when he knew something you didn't. Neither had even bothered to order and ice cream.
His pout intensified, was interrupted though as something cold and wet started running down his hand. Gakuto gave an undignified squeak and quickly proceeded to lick it off, before sucking on the not-yet melted ice cream on his spoon. He was so distressed, he hadn't even noticed how it began to melt, which frustrated him even more. He frowned. Was it just him or had Jiroh suddenly turned slightly red? Yuushi was now openly grinning. Jiroh suddenly jumped up, breathing out something along the lines of "Bathroom" and dashed away. How he could turn so awake so suddenly was a mystery to Gakuto, so he blinked, spoon still hanging out of his mouth. And pouted some more. He couldn't see how the bathroom would be more interesting than his company.
Jiroh leaned against the bathroom stall, letting out a heavy sigh. His pants had become way too tight after seeing Gakuto's display , he had had to flee in order to not embarrass himself more than necessary. He could have been content just watching the other's pout (god, how could anyone be so incredibly cute) all day long, but then his ice cream had started dripping and he hadlicked it off with that tiny, pink tongue of his. And how he had sucked on the ice cream. Jiroh could only imagine what it would be like to kiss that mouth, sliding his own tongue along those soft lips, eliciting soft moans and mewls, making him whimper for more, and – oh god. Jiroh groaned. He either needed a very cold shower right now, or, well. There was no shower nearby anyway.
When he finally returned, almost blushing like a little schoolboy, Gakuto just threw him a questioning glance. Yuushi, on the other hand, leaned over to him, whispering "You have some white stains on your pants there, Jiroh." And smirked.