Of Inhibitions Lost and French Maid's Uniforms
The first time comprised of Kōki with his two friends (the benchwarmers from Seirin) taking a break from swimming and sitting on the side. Kōki was facing Seijūrō so he got a good look at that bright smile of his (which he had whenever he wasn't with Seijūrō) and his hair pushed back and water dripping down his body. He really did have nice muscles; definitely there but lean (God forbid he had Eikichi's build; Seijūrō had enough of that from just the man himself), similar to his own build, but slightly smaller.
"Akashi-kun, you're drooling."
He didn't really want to turn away from the frankly delicious sight in front of him, but Tetsuya's comment merited a glare.
He glared.
"Fantasising about Furihata-kun again?"
Tetsuya really was fearless. "Of course not. I wouldn't fantasise over a commoner."
Ryouta, who was on the other side of Tetsuya (under several layers of sun cream and a parasol) looked around Tetsuya. "Akashicchi has a crush?"
Tetsuya's expression barely changed more than a slight tilt at the corner of his lips, but it still irked Seijūrō. "Certainly not," he said, sitting back, closing his eyes and making a mental note to invest in a pair of sunglasses.
The second time was distressingly soon after a particular dream which had involved Kōki, a French maid's uniform and a feather duster (and several acts which must have resulted in rope burns but Seijūrō didn't want to think about that) but he couldn't have cancelled an hour before they were due, so he firmly affixed his sunglasses and waited for the others to show up.
Kōki and Reo arriving first - together - was a pain, especially when Reo had his arm around Kōki's shoulders and was referring to him as 'Kou-chan'.
"Why are you wearing sunglasses, Sei-chan?" he chirped happily. Kōki edged away slowly.
"Yes, Akashi-kun, why are you wearing sunglasses?" Tetsuya had popped up next to Seijūrō and frowned innocently.
"My eyes are more sensitive to the light."
"You weren't bothered by it last week," he continued. Reo lost interest and wandered over to the pool.
"I swear, Tetsuya. I will kill you."
Seijūrō wondered whether having a crush on Kōki had softened him, because Tetsuya merely snorted and turned to settle in his usual chair.
Seijūrō really thought he should have learnt by the third time, but again, here they all were and Kōki was sitting on the side of the pool as Seijūrō stared at him.
"Even with the sunglasses I can tell that you're staring at him."
"I'm not staring at him."
"You're blushing, Akashi-kun," Tetsuya said. Kagami leant forward to shoot a nervous glance at him.
"It's warm."
"You should just ask him out."
"I would, but someone told him my family are yakuza bosses."
Tetsuya's expression didn't change.
"I knew it was you."
He crossed his arms and settled back, still watching Kōki where he was propping himself up with his elbows in a way that made the muscles in his shoulders flex.
"He should wear less clothes more often." He didn't realise that he'd talked out loud until Kagami gave him an utterly horrified look, Ryouta choked on his drink and Tetsuya looked at him in mild disbelief.
He ignored them and instead listened to the trills of a Chopin Mazurka that Shintaro was playing inside.
It was a couple of hours later that Kawahara - or at least Seijūrō thought it was Kawahara - came up to Tetsuya and hissed to him; "Is it just me or does Akashi have a thing for Furi?"
"Not at all. He's just having vivid sexual fantasies about him involving French maid uniforms—"
"Tetsuya!" He'd known it was a mistake the moment he'd told him, but he still hadn't expected that Tetsuya would announce it like that.
Kawahara yelped. "I thought he was asleep! He hasn't moved in two hours!" he said.
"He's too busy staring at Furihata-kun."
"One more word and I'll drown you, Tetsuya." Kagami stared resolutely forward, blushing bright red and Ryouta wailed something about Kurokocchi being too sweet to drown.
"You should just ask him," Kawahara said with a shrug.
Seijūrō sat up and took the sunglasses off. "Ask him?"
Kawahara nodded. Seijūrō looked questioningly at Tetsuya, who merely sighed and leant his head back.
"I told him I was mistaken about your family being yakuza bosses."
Logically, it was the best thing to do, so he turned to Kōki, who was, in fact, looking at him. When their eyes met he smiled slightly, blushed and ducked his head (which only made him remember the dream, in which he'd been ducking his head and blushing for an entirely different reason).
"Don't have that look on your face, Akashicchi. You'll scare him." Even Ryouta looked scared actually. "You look as if you're going to kidnap him."
"That'll come later," Seijūrō said lightly. Along with persuading him to try wearing a French maid's uniform. Seijūrō made a mental note to pick one up as he joined a blushing Kōki nearer the pool.