Prompt: "What are you doing?"
"Distracting you."
Amber eyes flutter briefly, dancing amongst the bare spine of the other, he notes the curves and contorts of the muscles as they flex and tighten under Kai's movements. He'd been at this before Rei had even decided it was time to go in the shower, and he wasn't all too certain as to just how long he'd occupied the bathroom, but it felt like it was long enough. His fingers remain tight within the material of the towel that is flush to ebony toned hair. Loose and long locks hang over his frame, seeming never ending as they hang loosely over his shoulders, a waterfall of deep black that cascades in length. He uses the towel to tussle long and knotted tresses, in the efforts of somewhat drying it, or preventing it from dripping.
"You smell better." Kai comments. Hands remain behind his head, fingers bundled together amongst a mass of thick and dark hair, shoulders broad and wide and elbows pointed. He halts momentarily within his actions, orbs of grey fluttering towards his boyfriend, but he offers nothing else, and returns to his movements. How Kai has managed to continue entertaining the idea of sit ups, Rei doesn't know. Eventually his back had held a dull ache, and his stomach had began to cramp up in the efforts of preventing him from pressing on. He'd had to stop.
"Thanks, but you smell terrible." Rei retorts, before dropping himself down upon the end of the bed. His sweat pants are just set upon the narrow width of his hips, and finish just above his ankles. He soon starts rummaging around his t-shirt and almost picks up Kai's vest - he's not even going to entertain that idea. He grasps up a plain t-shirt, a faint pattern could be noted across the front, nothing too big nor bold, but something that was existent. He tugs the material across his head, stretching his torso and arms in order to pull his t-shirt over him, before he sets back upon the nesting of his hands. Palms and digits spread freely, and digging into the material of the bed sheets. Kai had responded to him, at least, he hadn't done so verbally, but he had shot Rei a sharp look, a deep glare that deafened the grey glow of his eyes.
Kai wasn't even going to entertain the thought of a reply, and forced his front forward to embrace a seated position. His legs are spread before him, thighs pressed flush against one another, bare toes pointed upwards which applies the faint strain to his legs, but also his hips as he pushes himself back. Rei watches him, and wonders how long he can go on like this before he calls it time to quit. Kai doesn't quit, but he'll make himself sick if he doesn't stop. He assumes that if Kai had his way, he'd train on until late into the night, and maybe all night if it was an option. Rei could see the ache however, he could see the jewels of sweat gathering upon him, it beaded his face, and slate coloured fringe frame his features. Shoulders were clad with a faint glow of sweat, and his arms seemed slick with the ache. He could see how Kai's movements were becoming somewhat sloppy, and lazy, he didn't seem to reach the top of his movement, and spent more time with his spine pressed to the carpet. Rei decides to move, it was time to stop this.
"What are you doing?" Kai halts in his movement - well, he couldn't move anywhere else. When he'd forced himself back up into a sitting position, Rei had come up behind him, sloppily pressing his back against the curve of Kai's, preventing him from moving further. If Kai had, had the energy to move into a different position, he would have done so, but instead rolled his eyes in response, and Rei could swear that he felt the burn of rolling eyes.
"Distracting you." Rei chimes, arms stretching out before him, fingers interlocked, but his palms face outwards, elbows tuck inwards, he does so out of victory, and thinks that he has won.
"Idiot." Kai responds and lowers his hands and arms to admit some sort of defeat. He wouldn't be defeated however, and if Rei wasn't pressed flush against him, he'd continue, and potentially work himself into frenzy, and Rei couldn't bear watching that.
"How long were you planning to do sit ups for?" His inquiry meets Kai's ears, and he can't say that he was all too bothered about forming a reply. Instead, he uses a hand to slick back damp and stray locks, and moves them from his view. Rei, on the other hand had moved onto his knees, and had set himself a seat upon his upturned heels. His arms took a swing and settled around Kai's bare shoulders, he wasn't all too interested in the fact that Kai's sweat slick shoulders would mark his t-shirt, he'd always change into something else afterwards. His face buries into the crook of Kai's neck, and momentarily does Kai flinch under the contact - not because it bothered him, but more because he hadn't been expecting the slight display of affection. It was nice, however.
"You need a shower, and then I'll make the coffee and you can get in bed. We can train more tomorrow." Rei's words come as an idle hum, a delicate sound that tickles up the span of Kai's neck, and leaves his spine drenched in an icy chill. His responds to the shudder and he releases a faint gasp, and Rei hears it. Oh, he hears it and it sounds like God opened the heavens and the angel sprung into song. Not that Rei particularly believed into that sort of thing, but he assumed if that was real, then Kai would have the ability to make such a thing happen. Kai reaches up a hand, fingers roam, and he allows his hand to shift under Rei's, fingers yearning to grasp at Rei's own fingers.
They stay like this for a moment, it's peaceful, and it's quiet. It's a careful moment, in which neither requires the action of speech, but this is all that they can offer each other within the moment. Eventually, it is Rei that pulls away, probably because the smell of sweat is strong, and Rei is this close to lecturing Kai on the matter of looking after himself. He moves from his positioning, and takes a seat back on the edge of the bed, and Kai supposes that the other is right - he probably should stop and shower. His palms push against the carpet either of him, and he uses with little strength he has within limbs to pull him towards his feet.
At first, Kai feels heavy upon them, unsure of where to place them, unsure of whether to move, or take a moment to collect himself. Head hung briefly, he watches Rei grasps up Kai's next attire - loose fitted sweat pants, and a clean vest, suitable to sleep in - and clutches them tight to his chest.
"Really?"
"C'mon you old sourpuss. Give me a kiss, and then you can have your clothes."
"You're being ridiculous." Rei snorts loudly at this, and presses the clothing tighter to his chest. Kai's clothing is flush against Rei's chest, pressed tight under the span of an arm, whilst his other arm is reaching out for Kai's face; thumb and fingers idly grasping at his cheeks. Rei's actions causes Kai's lips to purse slightly underthe pressure of his cheeks being slightly squashed.
"Now whose being ridiculous? Don't be such a wet blanket, Kai."
"What am I? Sourpuss, or a wet blanket?"
"Don't tell me those names are growing on you, huh." Rei reaches upwards, and captures Kai's mouth within a sloppy kiss. It's sloppy, and Kai is mentally telling him that, and even Rei knows that it's sloppy, and far from precise, but he also really doesn't care for Kai's 'art for precision'. Their noses bump lightly, and Rei notes the faint contorting and how Kai's lips almost mould into a frown - that must have stung a bit. Of course it's sloppy, it's the bump of noses, and the faint clash of teeth, and a scolding heat found on their chins as Kai breaks away, one hand firmly on the material of his clothing, and the other hand pressed tight against the top of Rei's thigh.
"Don't be a wise guy. I didn't realise I was sharing a room with Tyson." Kai mumbles against Rei's mouth, and Rei's teeth are threatening to cut into Kai's lower lip, his amber eyes are focused upon the Dranzer, and there's a sharpness to dark pupils that dot the centre of his eyes. He captures Rei's mouth within another kiss, this time it is a little more precise, peppered carefully upon lips that assumed Kai would pull away after the first kiss had finished, and yet he's still here, almost flush against him.