08—companion (NSFW)

The few romantic films that Gaillard had watched set up the expectation that lovers and the world will become synchronized at the beach. The sand would be soft and clean, the last rays of sunlight would accentuate their profiles and the touching of hands would be as natural as the foam caressing the shore.

That was how it would be, except that he was with Kai Toshiki, the most contrary bastard on Earth. The day part of their date was nearly at an end, and yet they still had not held hands. Every time Gaillard wanted to subtly make a move, Kai would take longer strides in a less than subtle manner. Every time! Gaillard clenched his fists to stop himself from using his hands to do other unromantic things, like tearing Kai's hair out.

Just as Gaillard considered calling it a day, Kai took a step backwards, grabbed Gaillard's wrist and pulled him along. He did not seem to intend to leave the beach as Gaillard noticed that they were merely heading to a lighthouse by the sea.

'Okay, I suppose this is good enough,' Gaillard rehearsed his grudging compliment in his head. 'Well done. You tried.'

He was so caught up in refining the snark in his comments that he barely registered being propped up against the lighthouse and Kai kneeling down before his crotch.

"You're crazy," Gaillard said, though he couldn't easily bring up a distinct moment when Kai was more sane.

Kai curved his palms around Gaillard's hips, looked up into his eyes and said in a calculated tone: "I like you best where you least expect to be."

Gaillard did not object to the hard-on he got. Neither did he object when Kai eased his shorts down to mid-thigh and inspected it with lips, teeth and tongue. What Gaillard objected to was that Kai had been saving himself for this filthy surprise, hence his unreciprocating behaviour that made Gaillard fidgety from late afternoon to early evening.

He ought to also make Kai suffer and aroused in equal measure. His impromptu revenge plan involved gradually turning up his (genuine) squirms and moans, untill the possibility of being caught in the act got on Kai's nerves.

Unfortunately, he had to prematurely terminate his plan when Kai paused to say, "Shut up, I won't get you off if I can't concentrate."

It got to the point when Gaillard couldn't stand his own loudness and had to cover his mouth with the back of his hand. Ejaculating drained him of his energy and afterwards, he pulled his shorts back on and sat down by Kai's side on the sand . From the corner of his eye, he watched Kai licking away the leftover semen around his lips and side-glance back.

Wary that he was blushing, Gaillard hurriedly complained, "I wish you would plan ahead on how to get clean now."

"The ocean is right there," Kai said, jerking his head towards the unending expanse of water.

Gaillard ignored him and asked out of politeness, "So should I blow you now?"

"Later, when we're inside," Kai said. "I don't like sand. It's irritating and it gets everywhere."

Gaillard did not plan for the annoyed look on Kai's face as he practically rolled on the floor laughing over Kai's unintentional reference, but he appreciated it anyway.

Later, they did spend the last minutes of daylight fooling around in the water.

"Go fuck yourself, Kai Toshiki!" Gaillard screamed as he assaulted Kai with a salty spray.

Kai tried to hide his smirk in the fading light as he splashed Gaillard right back.

A/N: Lots of ugly sobbing while watching today's episode and now it's time to prepare for next week's episode with more shippy drabbles and even more exploration of the flame metaphor. I'm all fired up!