[fic] Distractions
So last night I had a dream that covert wrote me porn.
. . . .
This is the porn I dreamed she wrote me.
He'd always loved showers. They were a guilty pleasure of his, one he couldn't excuse, but standing there under the hot spray always put him in a good mood and made him unusually lenient with his scoring. The sound of the water dancing across his shampoo hat shouldn't have been deafening enough to keep him from hearing someone else entering the bathroom, but, blissed out as he was, it wasn't until he felt the rush of cool air from the shower door itself being opened that he noticed that he had company.
"Sora! What-"
"Calm down, calm down," he laughed, leaning on Kilik's shoulder, equally unmindful of his friend's nakedness and the way that the water was now soaking him, dripping into his eyes, plastering his clothes to his body. "You still wearin' that stupid hat?"
"...it's not 'stupid.' It prevents any unpleasant distraction due to having to worry about getting soap in my eyes."
The arm that had been leaning on Kilik's shoulder dropped down to drape across his chest. Kilik's gaze was automatically drawn to the fingers that were lightly dancing in patterns over his already-warm skin -- Sora's hands were the kind that made themselves memorable.
"Prevents unpleasant distractions, huh..."
"...Sora, you're getting all wet."
"That don't matter, I can dry off later."
"It will be a mess... with your clothes and everything..."
"What, you tellin' me to strip?"
"Sora-"
"...hmmm?"
". . . ."
Between the hot, humid air and Sora's chin was resting on his shoulder, letting Kilik just lean back and feel the support behind him, the shampoo hat sheltering both of their faces, as his eyes were drifting shut and-
There was another rush of cool air, accompanied by the bang of the shower door being thrown open. Chaos reigned in the bathroom as Kilik's girly shrieking mixed with Sora's laughter -- and subsequent slipping and falling on the shower floor, to say nothing of him being kicked repeatedly.
"I told you he actually used the thing, Spitfire!" Sora managed tochoke out despite Kilik's attempts to drown him.
"Ha ha, yes, you definitely did," Spitfire chuckled, reviewing the picture of the furiously blushing pink-haired boy that Sora had plotted with him to help take -- as well as the one that Sora didn't know about, the picture of the oddly intense look on Sora's face as he'd held the other boy in his arms and, for all of the skin on skin, couldn't ever seem to get close enough.
. . . .
This is the porn I dreamed she wrote me.
He'd always loved showers. They were a guilty pleasure of his, one he couldn't excuse, but standing there under the hot spray always put him in a good mood and made him unusually lenient with his scoring. The sound of the water dancing across his shampoo hat shouldn't have been deafening enough to keep him from hearing someone else entering the bathroom, but, blissed out as he was, it wasn't until he felt the rush of cool air from the shower door itself being opened that he noticed that he had company.
"Sora! What-"
"Calm down, calm down," he laughed, leaning on Kilik's shoulder, equally unmindful of his friend's nakedness and the way that the water was now soaking him, dripping into his eyes, plastering his clothes to his body. "You still wearin' that stupid hat?"
"...it's not 'stupid.' It prevents any unpleasant distraction due to having to worry about getting soap in my eyes."
The arm that had been leaning on Kilik's shoulder dropped down to drape across his chest. Kilik's gaze was automatically drawn to the fingers that were lightly dancing in patterns over his already-warm skin -- Sora's hands were the kind that made themselves memorable.
"Prevents unpleasant distractions, huh..."
"...Sora, you're getting all wet."
"That don't matter, I can dry off later."
"It will be a mess... with your clothes and everything..."
"What, you tellin' me to strip?"
"Sora-"
"...hmmm?"
". . . ."
Between the hot, humid air and Sora's chin was resting on his shoulder, letting Kilik just lean back and feel the support behind him, the shampoo hat sheltering both of their faces, as his eyes were drifting shut and-
There was another rush of cool air, accompanied by the bang of the shower door being thrown open. Chaos reigned in the bathroom as Kilik's girly shrieking mixed with Sora's laughter -- and subsequent slipping and falling on the shower floor, to say nothing of him being kicked repeatedly.
"I told you he actually used the thing, Spitfire!" Sora managed tochoke out despite Kilik's attempts to drown him.
"Ha ha, yes, you definitely did," Spitfire chuckled, reviewing the picture of the furiously blushing pink-haired boy that Sora had plotted with him to help take -- as well as the one that Sora didn't know about, the picture of the oddly intense look on Sora's face as he'd held the other boy in his arms and, for all of the skin on skin, couldn't ever seem to get close enough.