Third chapter to Christmas Colors. There is boys' love in this, so if you're not into that, or you're against gay marriage, yaoi, and etc. I DO NOT CARE. I like it so HA! Others, enjoy and make sure to leave a review! :)
The characters and stuff belong to SEGA, I do not own anything nor am I gaining profit from writing this. Although I wished I owned Yoyo… His smile is so damn cute :(
Chapter Three: Flavors
Next morning, they still didn't talk to each other. Beat started to ignore Yoyo and talked to Combo more often. Yoyo started to hang out with Rhyth more since she openly flirted with him. Although, he often thought she was kind of loopy.
It was a terribly hot day, and the sun practically burned your skin off in contact. The GG's were especially lazy this day; they all sat with cold ice water and paper fans. Beat slept on the sofa with an ice pack over his face. He wore a white tank with black knee shorts. Corn and Soda were fixing the air conditioner and the fan. The girls had gathered at the table and started making plans for the beach later on.
Yoyo was taking an ice shower for what felt like centuries. He stepped out; hot water had started to pour out again. He quickly put on a new set of baggy shorts on and stepped out with a towel draped over his left shoulder. Shirts were too big of a pain to put on when his back was damp. His glasses were off and his hair was soaked with water and sweat. He made a trail as he walked along, dehydrated and improperly bathed.
The kid plopped down on the pot-smelling sofa near Beat and started to fan himself pathetically with his wrist moving up and down. Beat got up with an annoyed grunt towards the fridge.
"Yo', get me a soda, man!" Yoyo moaned as he flapped his palm faster.
Soda's head perked up from another room. Did somebody call me?
"Get your own!" Beat snapped back. Yoyo sulked, even he was over it already, but Beat still seemed mad. Yoyo looked down at his lap miserably until he felt a cold soda thrown beside him. Said cranky pants had thrown it. Yoyo smiled and popped open the soda can eagerly. Beat had shaken the can a little before giving it to him, and the soda fizzed down his arm and to his chest. Yoyo sent him a nasty glare and sipped the soda, he could wash up again later.
He grumbled at the lukewarm soda; the fridge must have been broken. Beat walked up to Combo who was holding one of the battery operated toy fans that sprayed water and began to chat with him. Yoyo felt kind of lonely, but what he didn't notice was that Beat had kept on his goggles on such a hot day for a reason. He was staring at him lustfully through the goggles, and Combo couldn't tell where his eyes were at as they spoke to each other. Beat stared at Yoyo's soft, lean stomach with his sweat and soda drenched skin. He unconsciously licked his lips. Combo didn't notice though. Everyone was finding it hard to focus on such a sun baked day. Beat kept staring until he reminded himself that he was supposed to be mad at Yoyo like Yoyo was at him, but he licked his lips one more time before finally turning his attention away.
Yoyo hurried off to the bathroom to wash the soda off. Clutch was lying in the bathtub fully dressed with the cold shower water sprinkling over him. He seemed comfortable. Yoyo suppressed a snort as Clutch started to doze off underneath the running water. He quickly left to see if he could help with the air conditioner and the fridge. Soda and Corn seemed to be lying back to back on the floor while wiping sweat off their brows and drinking chilled booze. "Yoyo, can you buy an ice box, lot of drinks, and some packs of ice too? There's a convenience store nearby." Corn grumbled. From the looks of things, they had given up fixing the air conditioner quite a while ago.
"And some soda…" Soda added; his voice bleary. "Haha, soda…" he hiccupped drunkenly.
"Haha, nice one, man." They knuckle punched each other. So this was what smashed people looked like on a hot day: shirtless and stinky, Yoyo thought.
"Okay… But don't we have a fridge?"
"Yeah, but me and Soda don't want to fix it until tomorrow." Corn said.
"Whatever. Give me the money then." Yoyo sneered. Corn handed him twenty five dollars. He walked out to see Combo and Beat right by the door. They were making sweat ponds where they stood and the droplets sizzled as they made contact with the burning asphalt underneath.
"Yoyo, can we tag along too? Corn and Soda drank all the chilled booze and I need to refill the stock." Combo said. Yoyo nodded sluggishly. Beat had his goggles hanging by his neck and was looking away with his arms crossed. Yoyo liked it when Beat's goggles were off, he had pretty green eyes, and it didn't look like a fly face anymore with the giant goggle lens. All three of their faces were steaming bright red. The more the day passed, the more it felt like a Sahara desert to them, well, minus the mirages of hot bikini clad women holding soda bottles... Oh, damn.
They were too hot to put on the winter boot equivalent roller blades and walked down the block to the convenience store in flip flops. Combo grabbed a lot of twenty four packs, as much as he could carry in his broad arms, and payed the cashier.
Beat grabbed some mentos, an ice cold red bull, and held unto a small plastic bag. Yoyo looked curiously, but Beat glared at him when he caught him staring and immediately evaded his gaze. Yoyo grabbed an average sized ice box, two large bags of ice, and a Mountain dew. Yoyo popped it open, while Combo had some ice tea, and Beat drank his Red Bull. Luckily, Combo could pay for the alcohol since he was around (or over?) twenty one, so Beat got away with it. He was only two years older than Yoyo, seventeen. Of course, not like the cashier would really mind selling alcohol to them anyway. They all visited frequently enough to be recognized as the rudies that went around vandalizing property. They walked back up the block to the garage.
Soda and Corn were now sleeping on each other. Corn drooled and Soda burbled. Combo began to shake his head in disappointment as "The Leader" started to drool unto Soda's sweat-drenched hair. Yuck, Yoyo thought. Beat and Combo started to pour the ice in and fit in as many cans as they could. Yoyo, at first tried to help them out before he accidentally ripped open the bag of ice unto Beat's face. As he tried to mouth together the words "I'm sorry," it seemed impossible when Beat had already pushed him off angrily and walked off into their room. Yoyo stared at the shut door annoyed. Should he go inside and apologize? Before he knew it, it was already night. As soon as he reached for the door knob, his hand flinched back. He really didn't want to face the angry red head. "I'll stay up on the roof…" Yoyo turned around and began to skate towards the roof. The door immediately opened with a clack.
"Look, just come in already." Beat said with a half frown, one hand placed firmly around Yoyo's wrist. He pulled him into their room and abruptly let go as he walked towards the far corner. "And don't show the other guys this," he said, pulling off the blanket covering the mini fridge. "I always store ice cream or sodas in here since Corn and Soda always break the fridge in the kitchen.
"So that's what it was…"
"What did you think it was?"
"Naw, nothing. So what do you have in there now?" Yoyo said, hopping over the bed to where Beat was.
"Crap, lock the door!" Beat hissed. Yoyo jerked his head around and they hastily ran over to hit the lock. They were both still hot as they sat leaning against the door. Yoyo could feel Beat's sweat as their shoulders bumped together. After a couple more seconds of soft panting, he got up and brought the small plastic bag over to Yoyo. He reached inside and pulled out three small containers of pistachio, vanilla, and rocky road ice cream. "I don't know what flavors you like, but Rhyth told me you like rocky road."
Yoyo gave a bright smile as his eyes closed into an arch. Beat always thought his usual sneers and smirks resembled the Cheshire cat, this smile was more sincere looking. Then Yoyo's reply hit him square in the face. "Naw, I like the other two more."
Beat started to laugh while Yoyo raised an eyebrow. He was at a complete loss, but Beat wouldn't give him a clue. This was his little secret. As the two sat eating ice cream, Beat felt those very flavors still lingering in the air as from before.
The two said a soundless apology to each other that evening.
Gah, I really love pistachio and Green tea ice cream~ Rocky road is okay and vanilla is honestly meh for me. What about you guys?
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