RP Log: Mizuki & Yuuta
Rating: PG-13
When: Oh gosh...like the beginning of February
Where:Yuuta’s shelter.
Summary: Yuuta attempts to be forward with his feelings towards Mizuki but only ends up flustered and blushing because of the ex-manager.
Sweating under the relentless heat of the tropical sun and praying he didn’t get a sunburn, Mizuki finally reached Yuuta’s shelter, flour, fruits and various other ingredients in tow. “Yuuta,” he called, panting slightly. At least he had managed to haul everything in one trip. “Please give me a hand?”.
Yuuta had just finished putting the fire together when he heard Mizuki’s voice just outside his cabin. It was strange how even strained it still managed to carry an elegant tone. He stood, quickly brushing sand off of his knees and came to Mizuki’s aid, taking the bulk of what he was carrying. “You should have told me, I would have come to help you bring everything over.” It would have meant more time with the manager, and that was something Yuuta wouldn’t have minded at all.
“Nfu. I managed just fine,” he said airily, moving the stuff towards the stone oven. He scrutinised it closely, setting the ingredients down nearby. “It looks well-made, Yuuta.” He handed Yuuta a small knife. “Here, we can start by peeling the fruit and cutting it up into small chunks.”
A small smile lifted the corners of Yuuta’s mouth at the compliment on the job he’d done that came from Mizuki. “I just followed the instructions, Mizuki-san.” He took the small knife feeling a serge of electricity run through his nerves at the smallest of touches that the pass-off had afforded him.
“What is this anyway?” He held up one of the fruits Mizuki had brought along before he started cutting into it.
“It means you put effort into it.” Mizuki shrugged as he peeled the strange red fruit, focused on keeping the juice off his clothes. “It tastes a bit like peach. It was on Yanagi-kun’s list of non-poisonous plant material.” He held up a piece between his fingers for Yuuta to taste. “Say ‘Aah’, Yuuta. See if you like it.”
Yuuta smiled again at the small compliment Mizuki gave him and nodded his head as he dropped to his knees next to Mizuki opening his mouth to accept the fruit. “That is really good.” He bit into the soft flesh of the sweet fruit and swallowed, tongue snaking out to catch the dribble of juice that was making its way down his chin. “You tried it, right Mizuki-san?” He asked, trying to ignore that funny feeling Mizuki’s fingertips had once again left him with.
“Yes, I’ve tried it. It’s perfect for pies,” Mizuki agreed, slightly distracted by the juice and Yuuta’s tongue and his sudden desire to taste the fruit on Yuuta’s skin. Absentmindedly, he licked his own fingers clean while rummaging around in his bag with his free hand. “I have a dish that might work...hopefully it won’t crack. Why don’t you add some sugar to the fruit, Yuuta? I’ll start work on the crust.”
“Good, it seems like the kind of taste you’d like.” Yuuta nodded, reaching for the desired ingredient. His plan to feed Mizuki back had been shut down before he could even try it. He shook his head as he opened the sugar, he needed to be more direct and less awkward about things he decided as he finished peeling the fruit and adding it to a bowl with sugar.
Grey eyes rose to look at Mizuki preparing the crust. Thinking about being forward was much easier then actually being forward. A small flush made its way to his cheeks as he thought back to New Years, it had almost been a month ago now...would it have been weird to bring it up again?
Yuuta steeled his face. ’Be forward.’ He reminded himself. “Ah, Mizuki-san, do you think you could help me. I don’t know if I’ve blended this properly.” He just had to get him in lip range and then go from there hopefully with desired results.
“Hmm? Surely you can handle it.” Unsuspecting, Mizuki leaned closer to inspect the bowl, taking the spoon from Yuuta to prod it a bit. “It looks fine, Yuuta. You want it well mixed but still in chunks.”
Yuuta nodded, not fully paying attention to what Mizuki was saying. He was far too busy coaching himself on being brave and staring at glossed lips. Mizuki dipped forward when he grabbed hold of the spoon and Yuuta took this as his opprotunity to make a move. He grabbed hold of a delicate wrist and dipped to push his lips against Mizuki's full pout.
Mizuki nearly dropped the bowl and spoon, eyes widening as Yuuta suddenly kissed him. He recovered quickly enough, however, and was soon kissing back with enthusiasm, hesitating only a little before flicking a nimble tongue into Yuuta’s mouth.
Yuuta would not back down. In fact, Mizuki was giving him little reason to do so anyway. He reached up, an arm pulling the smaller senpai closer to him as he kissed back, glad for the lack of wasabi on Mizuki's breath this time around. He tasted sweet like the fruit in the pie, and Yuuta found he liked the stickiness of gloss smearing over his own lips.
"Mizuki-san..." He pulled back when he found the need to breath trumped all else. "The pie can wait..." He sighed against the other boys mouth.
“Ah,” Mizuki sighed happily back. He was glad he was sitting, for his knees were threatening to give out. He clung to Yuuta’s shirt for support anyway. “Yes, yes I believe it can.” He leaned up, hoping he wasn’t being too presumptuous, and licked the cherry-flavoured gloss off Yuuta’s lips.
Yuuta flushed, but didn’t mind the mouth against his, his own moving to capture Mizuki’s again. He felt relieved that it has happening again, outside of New Years making these more then just coincidental New Years kisses...And there he was, thinking too much again while he should have been focusing on the fingers that were fisting in his shirt and more so the lips pushed warmly against his with a flicking tongue.
’Brave. He reminded himself.
“Mizuki-san. I really like kissing you.” And to prove his point he did it once more, feeling a serge of confidence as he wrapped arms made strong by relentless tennis training around Mizuki to pull him flush against himself.
“Yuuta, I--” really like kissing you too, was what Mizuki wanted to say, but his mouth was occupied and it was rude to talk with his mouth full. Abandoning the bowl to the side, Mizuki wound his arms around Yuuta’s neck, all but crawling into Yuuta’s lap. How many times had Mizuki fantasised about this? In his scenarios, the next step would be a hot make out session, but none of them accounted for how his mind had gone blank and all how he could think about was to kiss Yuuta more.
Yuuta welcomed the weight into his lap, hands happy to support the slight arch of the smaller man’s back as they continued to kiss. Like Mizuki, Yuuta had fantasised about this plenty of times himself even if back when it had all fist started it had been somewhat dis-concerning for the straight laced south paw killer. For Yuuta the next steps had always gone a number of places, so much so that he wasn’t sure which was right.
Yuuta thought too much.
Needing to breath forced him to pull back, grey eyes a little wider and wilder then normal as he bent forward to push his forehead against Mizuki’s. “This is the second time this has happened to us.” The next words were harder to find. He’d grown up with Mizuki during some of the more life-shaping years of his life and he considered him to be one of his closets friends in the small hand full that Yuuta allowed in. “Does this happen with anyone else?” Yuuta hoped not.
Not wanting to meet Yuuta’s gaze, Mizuki closed his eyes and pressed his lips to Yuuta’s temple. It all depended on what Yuuta meant by “this”, right? he thought guiltily. He was certainly fooling around with Yuushi, but he never had the same depth of affection for the bespectacled boy as he did Yuuta.
“No,” he lied.
"Good." Yuuta breathed a sigh of relief. There was no one else which made him a little more confident. He was clueless to Mizuki's actions and the pang of guilt that had struck him at his simple question.
"Thinking that doesn't make me to selfish, right?" He bowed his head to welcome the press of lips to his skin.
“Of course not,” Mizuki murmured, his eyes still closed as he hid his unease by softly nuzzling Yuuta’s neck. “We ought to get back to the pie. The ingredients will spoil if left out in the heat too long.”
“Good.” Yuuta found himself sighing contently as Mizuki’s nose brushed softly against the skin of his neck. He pulled back at the mention of the pie and nodded, waiting for Mizuki to slip out of his lap but wishing he wouldn’t. “And we probably should.” The arms he had wrapped around the smaller man loosened their hold so that Mizuki would be free to move away.
Mizuki unwound himself from Yuuta and returned to preparing the crust, keeping his gaze lowered so he wouldn’t have to look at Yuuta. “Here, Yuuta,” he said when he was done. “Just pour the fruit filling in there and put it in the oven. We’ll have to watch it carefully, of course.” He placed the dish in Yuuta’s hands.
Yuuta watched as Mizuki worked, notating how he concentrated on his task at hand. He shuffled forward in the sand, sitting close enough to Mizuki so that their thighs pressed against one another while he stirred the fruit filling once more then dumped it into the crust Mizuki had prepared.
"Mother's pies usually take thirty minutes..." He pulled out his phone to set a timer on it. "What should we do until then?"
“Hmm...anything you like,” Mizuki said a little distractedly, his imagination supplying him with far too many options. “Do you have your computer? Maybe we can watch something.” Yuuta’s fingers were sticky and stained with fruit juice, and Mizuki couldn’t resist taking Yuuta’s hand and licking each digit clean, now that he could.
“We...” The words ’Could do that.’ were lost in his throat the moment Mizuki started cleaning the fruit juice dripping from his fingers. Yuuta was sort of glad he didn’t just wipe the juice off on his jeans like he’d planned to. A blush as red as the meat of the fruit they’d just made pie out of stained his cheeks again as he just stared, unable to tear his eyes away from the erotic spectacle Mizuki was making of himself.
“Mm.” Releasing, Yuuta’s clean fingers, Mizuki sat up and licked his lips, flushing slightly. “Go get your computer, Yuuta,” he said, trying to sound unaffected. He twisted a lock of hair around his finger, fidgeting. “I’ll watch the pie.”
Yuuta continued to stare in shock for another few minutes, unable to process what in the hell had just gone on. He watched the swipe of a pink tongue across lush lips and registered that those same lips were moving as Mizuki spoke. The actual words didn't reach the brunette's brain right away and honestly he had to piece words together after the fact to figure out what Mizuki had asked him.
"Ah...let me grab it then." It was a few more paused moments before Yuuta finally shuffled to his feet, grey eyes wide as he stumbled his way back to the small hut he'd built himself. By the time Yuuta got inside he'd already forgot what he was there for, his brain stupidly could only think of one thing...Mizuki. He stood, dumbfounded and completely twiterpated in the middle of his home, fingers raising to his own mouth to touch kissed lips, his mouth bowing in a satisfied smile.
“Yuuta?” Mizuki’s puzzled voice drifted into the hut as he came inside to investigate what was taking him so long. “Did you lose your computer?” He found Yuuta in a daze right in the middle of the shelter with a silly smile on his face. Mizuki hid a smirk. He knew he was good, but it never hurt to have proof of one’s abilities.
Yuuta spun around the moment he heard his name, his had dropped to his side and balled. Any sense of stupid happiness was masked quickly but if one knew where to look it was more then obvious what Yuuta was feeling.
His mind reeled, trying to remember what he needed to grab before he realized he couldn't. "I'm sorry Mizuki-san..." Yuuta looked somewhat bashful. "What did you want me to grab?"
“Your laptop, Yuuta, nfu,” Mizuki reminded him with a grin. “Daydreaming? What are you thinking of, Yuuta?” Yuuta looked so adorably confused, and chances were it was all because of Mizuki. Mizuki did a gleeful little dance inside at the thought.
"Oh yes...my laptop." Yuuta grabbed the device off of his bed before turning to face his senior again. " Wasnt it obvious what he was caught up on? Especially for Mizuki who calculated and observed everything. "What do you think, Mizuki-san?" He came toe to toe with the other man trying to cover his blush with a bit of conference as he bent to steal another kiss before shuffling past him hoping his flushed face was missed.
“What do I think? I think you are very sweet, Yuuta,” Mizuki said honestly as he followed Yuuta back out again. Silly, but sweet. It made Mizuki feel like a teenage girl with a crush. He sat down on the sand again, tugging Yuuta to sit beside him.
“Mizuki-san...” Yuuta let out a small embarrassed groan at what the other man had said to him. “I am not.” He let himself be tugged down into the soft sand, laptop in tow. It only took him a moment to flip it open and load one of the sites that housed some of the television shows from back home. “Which one do you want to watch?” He carefully made sure he slid close to Mizuki, pressing up against him as subtly as he could manage just because he wanted to touch the other man.
“Anything you like, Yuuta,” Mizuki replied, patting Yuuta’s knee and leaning his chin on Yuuta’s shoulder. “What have you been watching?” He enjoyed the closeness with Yuuta, even if the hot and humid weather made things a little uncomfortable. He rested his hand on Yuuta’s thigh and peered into the screen.
“Highlights for recent tennis matches, mostly.” It made Yuuta feel connected to the sport even though they were so far away from any of that now. The younger man welcomed the weight of Mizuki leaning against him and was even so bold as to reach up to cover the hand that splayed out over his thigh with his own as he clicked to pull up a website he knew had some of the footage from recent games.
Something told him he wasn’t going to be concentrating on the screen much, but it was a good cover for while he drifted off, thoughts stuck on the wavy haired man at his side and how all of this was just...too surreal.
Mizuki watched contentedly with his head on Yuuta’s shoulder, occasionally offering remarks on the play (“That outfit is so mismatched, what was he thinking?”). He was aware that Yuuta wasn’t paying attention, but didn’t give any indication that he’d noticed. Instead, he laced his fingers with Yuuta’s and squeezed gently, hoping to calm him down. If Yuuta was so nervous now, they’d never progress to beyond kissing.
"Mizuki-san, I doubt his outfit could have made an impact on the game." Yuuta's hand twitched a little before he squeezed back.
He was starting to feel more relaxed, at least more so then he had felt when they'd first kissed on New Years. Yuuta cleared his throat because just thinking about it made him flush. "Uh, St. Rudolph didn't do as well as I hopped." It was his aim to change the subject and distract himself from what he'd been thinking far too much about as of late.
“But the aesthetics!” Mizuki complained, before being distracted by Yuuta’s mention of their school. “It’s a pity,” Mizuki agreed with a frown, twirling a lock of hair. “I suppose they must have been lost without your leadership and my excellent mentorship.” He gave a sigh and then sat up straight.
“...Yuuta? Do you smell something burning?”
Yuuta only shook his head at Mizuki’s complaint about the way a uniform looked and then even more so on how their team had done during nationals. “I don’t think that was it, Mizuki-san. The mark of a good leader is how well his team can perform without him. I clearly failed.” His head dipped slightly in remorse only to bob back up at the mention of burning.
“THE PIE!” Yuuta quickly abandoned his laptop to rush over to the small stone oven only to pull out charred remains of the fruit pie they’d worked on earlier. “It’s ruined...” Perfectly good pie, all to waste because he’d let his focus get the best of him. The younger man let out a soft sigh, visibly upset that he wasn’t going to get to enjoy his favorite treat.
Mizuki joined him quickly, squatting down beside Yuuta to assess the damage. He wrinkled his nose at the burning smell. “It’s alright, Yuuta,” he said, patting Yuuta’s back soothingly, heart giving a little pang at Yuuta’s look of disappointment. “We have enough ingredients for another pie crust and we can go gather more fruit.”
Yuuta nodded with another heavy sigh and set the pie remains to the side.
“Maybe we should focus on dinner now that its later and worry about the pie this evening.” The sun was already starting to set and as wonderful as pie was Yuuta was going to need more to tide him over for the evening then just a slice of desert.
“I agree,” Mizuki said, reluctantly cleaning up the sad remnants of their baking endeavour. He should have kept better time, but honestly, Yuuta was too distracting. “What should we do for food?” Mizuki was willing to cook, but only if Yuuta did all the butchering for him.
“Ah, the others were kind enough to give me some of the salted venison from Hyoutei’s hunt.” Yuuta had a small supply of goods on his lonely little side of the island most of what had come from home in an air drop or what his brother had snuck in here and there when Yuuta wasn’t looking. “We could make sweet potatoes and that if you’d like.” Really he didn’t care what they ate as long as they at together not to mention the savage part of him just wanted to get dinner over with so they could get back to kissing or maybe even more.
Yuuta flushed immediately at his own thoughts and started to work quickly to distract himself by pulling a few various items out of the small food keep he’d created. Hopefully Mizuki hadn’t gone vegan on him or anything. He didn’t have a fresh supply or tofu or anything of substance to offer the other man if he was.
“That’s fine.” Mizuki was so relieved at not having to cut up raw, bloody meat that he failed to notice that Yuuta’s thoughts were wandering. Wiping a bead of sweat away from his brow-- this horrid island was so humid, Mizuki stood up and dusted himself off. “Where do you keep everything? I’ll wash the sweet potatoes.”
“What’s fine, Mizuki-san?” Yuuta stopped in the middle of his own tirade of thoughts that involved him and Mizuki spread out in the sand in a questionable position, not realizing that Mizuki was simply answering his question.
His brain struggled to catch up as he watched the other man stand and brush himself off, mentioning something about potatoes. It hit Yuuta then, and so did another wave of a flush as he scrambled to his own feet. “I’ll get them!” It was a good excuse to get away for a moment so he could clear his thoughts and get rid of the blush he’d seemed to be donning more often around the manager.
“No, you’re supposed to get the salted meat,” Mizuki pointed out, following Yuuta. He caught up and peered into Yuuta’s face. “You’re all flustered.” It was cute, and Mizuki felt a bit of triumph knowing that he was responsible.
“I am not!” Yuuta quickly denied it, grey eyes casting off to the side. If Mizuki caught in in an eye lock he was done for. He brought a hand up to scratch at his arm pretending to be interested in that more then anything else.
Mizuki just chuckled and helped Yuuta gather the ingredients for their dinner. Honestly, Yuuta could be so adorable sometimes. He purposefully let their fingers brush together a few times, delighting in the flush on Yuuta’s cheeks.
There was plenty of flush for Mizuki to get his kicks from. Yuuta was as red as a tomato by the time they made it back to the small stone oven, thoughts he couldn’t help from thinking swimming under dark hair.
The preparation of dinner went quickly enough, and soon after the two boys sat side by side each with an emptied out half of a coconut husk full of dinner. Yuuta was frowning down into his half finished dinner, thoughts on everything but the potatoes and meat he was staring at. The younger boy was reminding himself that he’d promised he’d be more forward with his thoughts, it had worked out earlier after all. Yuuta couldn’t deny that he’d enjoyed kissing Mizuki as much and as deeply as he had.
“Mizuki-san, if you want...its late...your cabin, it’s pretty far...” What he was trying to say was he wanted Mizuki to stay with him for the night. Hopefully it wouldn’t be morning by the time he got it out.
“Mm?” Mizuki looked up at Yuuta, a sly look in his eye. It was obvious what Yuuta wanted, and his attempt at being subtle only made it more endearing. “Yuuta, if you want me to stay, all you have to do is ask. “ He nudged Yuuta’s ankle gently with his foot and leaned against him. “I’ll stay as long as you want.”
Yuuta went rigid for a moment as Mizuki’s weight dropped against him but he soon relaxed. He was thankful that the other man had a way with understanding what he was trying to say when he couldn’t quiet get it out. “Ah, yeah, that...” Without as much hesitation as his previous actions Yuuta brought and arm up and around Mizuki’s shoulder, hugging him close to the side of his body with a small satisfied smile.
“Stay until we leave the island.” He said determinedly. “If you want.”
Mizuki smiled to himself, just a little bit smug. “Alright,” he said.
When: Oh gosh...like the beginning of February
Where:Yuuta’s shelter.
Summary: Yuuta attempts to be forward with his feelings towards Mizuki but only ends up flustered and blushing because of the ex-manager.
Sweating under the relentless heat of the tropical sun and praying he didn’t get a sunburn, Mizuki finally reached Yuuta’s shelter, flour, fruits and various other ingredients in tow. “Yuuta,” he called, panting slightly. At least he had managed to haul everything in one trip. “Please give me a hand?”.
Yuuta had just finished putting the fire together when he heard Mizuki’s voice just outside his cabin. It was strange how even strained it still managed to carry an elegant tone. He stood, quickly brushing sand off of his knees and came to Mizuki’s aid, taking the bulk of what he was carrying. “You should have told me, I would have come to help you bring everything over.” It would have meant more time with the manager, and that was something Yuuta wouldn’t have minded at all.
“Nfu. I managed just fine,” he said airily, moving the stuff towards the stone oven. He scrutinised it closely, setting the ingredients down nearby. “It looks well-made, Yuuta.” He handed Yuuta a small knife. “Here, we can start by peeling the fruit and cutting it up into small chunks.”
A small smile lifted the corners of Yuuta’s mouth at the compliment on the job he’d done that came from Mizuki. “I just followed the instructions, Mizuki-san.” He took the small knife feeling a serge of electricity run through his nerves at the smallest of touches that the pass-off had afforded him.
“What is this anyway?” He held up one of the fruits Mizuki had brought along before he started cutting into it.
“It means you put effort into it.” Mizuki shrugged as he peeled the strange red fruit, focused on keeping the juice off his clothes. “It tastes a bit like peach. It was on Yanagi-kun’s list of non-poisonous plant material.” He held up a piece between his fingers for Yuuta to taste. “Say ‘Aah’, Yuuta. See if you like it.”
Yuuta smiled again at the small compliment Mizuki gave him and nodded his head as he dropped to his knees next to Mizuki opening his mouth to accept the fruit. “That is really good.” He bit into the soft flesh of the sweet fruit and swallowed, tongue snaking out to catch the dribble of juice that was making its way down his chin. “You tried it, right Mizuki-san?” He asked, trying to ignore that funny feeling Mizuki’s fingertips had once again left him with.
“Yes, I’ve tried it. It’s perfect for pies,” Mizuki agreed, slightly distracted by the juice and Yuuta’s tongue and his sudden desire to taste the fruit on Yuuta’s skin. Absentmindedly, he licked his own fingers clean while rummaging around in his bag with his free hand. “I have a dish that might work...hopefully it won’t crack. Why don’t you add some sugar to the fruit, Yuuta? I’ll start work on the crust.”
“Good, it seems like the kind of taste you’d like.” Yuuta nodded, reaching for the desired ingredient. His plan to feed Mizuki back had been shut down before he could even try it. He shook his head as he opened the sugar, he needed to be more direct and less awkward about things he decided as he finished peeling the fruit and adding it to a bowl with sugar.
Grey eyes rose to look at Mizuki preparing the crust. Thinking about being forward was much easier then actually being forward. A small flush made its way to his cheeks as he thought back to New Years, it had almost been a month ago now...would it have been weird to bring it up again?
Yuuta steeled his face. ’Be forward.’ He reminded himself. “Ah, Mizuki-san, do you think you could help me. I don’t know if I’ve blended this properly.” He just had to get him in lip range and then go from there hopefully with desired results.
“Hmm? Surely you can handle it.” Unsuspecting, Mizuki leaned closer to inspect the bowl, taking the spoon from Yuuta to prod it a bit. “It looks fine, Yuuta. You want it well mixed but still in chunks.”
Yuuta nodded, not fully paying attention to what Mizuki was saying. He was far too busy coaching himself on being brave and staring at glossed lips. Mizuki dipped forward when he grabbed hold of the spoon and Yuuta took this as his opprotunity to make a move. He grabbed hold of a delicate wrist and dipped to push his lips against Mizuki's full pout.
Mizuki nearly dropped the bowl and spoon, eyes widening as Yuuta suddenly kissed him. He recovered quickly enough, however, and was soon kissing back with enthusiasm, hesitating only a little before flicking a nimble tongue into Yuuta’s mouth.
Yuuta would not back down. In fact, Mizuki was giving him little reason to do so anyway. He reached up, an arm pulling the smaller senpai closer to him as he kissed back, glad for the lack of wasabi on Mizuki's breath this time around. He tasted sweet like the fruit in the pie, and Yuuta found he liked the stickiness of gloss smearing over his own lips.
"Mizuki-san..." He pulled back when he found the need to breath trumped all else. "The pie can wait..." He sighed against the other boys mouth.
“Ah,” Mizuki sighed happily back. He was glad he was sitting, for his knees were threatening to give out. He clung to Yuuta’s shirt for support anyway. “Yes, yes I believe it can.” He leaned up, hoping he wasn’t being too presumptuous, and licked the cherry-flavoured gloss off Yuuta’s lips.
Yuuta flushed, but didn’t mind the mouth against his, his own moving to capture Mizuki’s again. He felt relieved that it has happening again, outside of New Years making these more then just coincidental New Years kisses...And there he was, thinking too much again while he should have been focusing on the fingers that were fisting in his shirt and more so the lips pushed warmly against his with a flicking tongue.
’Brave. He reminded himself.
“Mizuki-san. I really like kissing you.” And to prove his point he did it once more, feeling a serge of confidence as he wrapped arms made strong by relentless tennis training around Mizuki to pull him flush against himself.
“Yuuta, I--” really like kissing you too, was what Mizuki wanted to say, but his mouth was occupied and it was rude to talk with his mouth full. Abandoning the bowl to the side, Mizuki wound his arms around Yuuta’s neck, all but crawling into Yuuta’s lap. How many times had Mizuki fantasised about this? In his scenarios, the next step would be a hot make out session, but none of them accounted for how his mind had gone blank and all how he could think about was to kiss Yuuta more.
Yuuta welcomed the weight into his lap, hands happy to support the slight arch of the smaller man’s back as they continued to kiss. Like Mizuki, Yuuta had fantasised about this plenty of times himself even if back when it had all fist started it had been somewhat dis-concerning for the straight laced south paw killer. For Yuuta the next steps had always gone a number of places, so much so that he wasn’t sure which was right.
Yuuta thought too much.
Needing to breath forced him to pull back, grey eyes a little wider and wilder then normal as he bent forward to push his forehead against Mizuki’s. “This is the second time this has happened to us.” The next words were harder to find. He’d grown up with Mizuki during some of the more life-shaping years of his life and he considered him to be one of his closets friends in the small hand full that Yuuta allowed in. “Does this happen with anyone else?” Yuuta hoped not.
Not wanting to meet Yuuta’s gaze, Mizuki closed his eyes and pressed his lips to Yuuta’s temple. It all depended on what Yuuta meant by “this”, right? he thought guiltily. He was certainly fooling around with Yuushi, but he never had the same depth of affection for the bespectacled boy as he did Yuuta.
“No,” he lied.
"Good." Yuuta breathed a sigh of relief. There was no one else which made him a little more confident. He was clueless to Mizuki's actions and the pang of guilt that had struck him at his simple question.
"Thinking that doesn't make me to selfish, right?" He bowed his head to welcome the press of lips to his skin.
“Of course not,” Mizuki murmured, his eyes still closed as he hid his unease by softly nuzzling Yuuta’s neck. “We ought to get back to the pie. The ingredients will spoil if left out in the heat too long.”
“Good.” Yuuta found himself sighing contently as Mizuki’s nose brushed softly against the skin of his neck. He pulled back at the mention of the pie and nodded, waiting for Mizuki to slip out of his lap but wishing he wouldn’t. “And we probably should.” The arms he had wrapped around the smaller man loosened their hold so that Mizuki would be free to move away.
Mizuki unwound himself from Yuuta and returned to preparing the crust, keeping his gaze lowered so he wouldn’t have to look at Yuuta. “Here, Yuuta,” he said when he was done. “Just pour the fruit filling in there and put it in the oven. We’ll have to watch it carefully, of course.” He placed the dish in Yuuta’s hands.
Yuuta watched as Mizuki worked, notating how he concentrated on his task at hand. He shuffled forward in the sand, sitting close enough to Mizuki so that their thighs pressed against one another while he stirred the fruit filling once more then dumped it into the crust Mizuki had prepared.
"Mother's pies usually take thirty minutes..." He pulled out his phone to set a timer on it. "What should we do until then?"
“Hmm...anything you like,” Mizuki said a little distractedly, his imagination supplying him with far too many options. “Do you have your computer? Maybe we can watch something.” Yuuta’s fingers were sticky and stained with fruit juice, and Mizuki couldn’t resist taking Yuuta’s hand and licking each digit clean, now that he could.
“We...” The words ’Could do that.’ were lost in his throat the moment Mizuki started cleaning the fruit juice dripping from his fingers. Yuuta was sort of glad he didn’t just wipe the juice off on his jeans like he’d planned to. A blush as red as the meat of the fruit they’d just made pie out of stained his cheeks again as he just stared, unable to tear his eyes away from the erotic spectacle Mizuki was making of himself.
“Mm.” Releasing, Yuuta’s clean fingers, Mizuki sat up and licked his lips, flushing slightly. “Go get your computer, Yuuta,” he said, trying to sound unaffected. He twisted a lock of hair around his finger, fidgeting. “I’ll watch the pie.”
Yuuta continued to stare in shock for another few minutes, unable to process what in the hell had just gone on. He watched the swipe of a pink tongue across lush lips and registered that those same lips were moving as Mizuki spoke. The actual words didn't reach the brunette's brain right away and honestly he had to piece words together after the fact to figure out what Mizuki had asked him.
"Ah...let me grab it then." It was a few more paused moments before Yuuta finally shuffled to his feet, grey eyes wide as he stumbled his way back to the small hut he'd built himself. By the time Yuuta got inside he'd already forgot what he was there for, his brain stupidly could only think of one thing...Mizuki. He stood, dumbfounded and completely twiterpated in the middle of his home, fingers raising to his own mouth to touch kissed lips, his mouth bowing in a satisfied smile.
“Yuuta?” Mizuki’s puzzled voice drifted into the hut as he came inside to investigate what was taking him so long. “Did you lose your computer?” He found Yuuta in a daze right in the middle of the shelter with a silly smile on his face. Mizuki hid a smirk. He knew he was good, but it never hurt to have proof of one’s abilities.
Yuuta spun around the moment he heard his name, his had dropped to his side and balled. Any sense of stupid happiness was masked quickly but if one knew where to look it was more then obvious what Yuuta was feeling.
His mind reeled, trying to remember what he needed to grab before he realized he couldn't. "I'm sorry Mizuki-san..." Yuuta looked somewhat bashful. "What did you want me to grab?"
“Your laptop, Yuuta, nfu,” Mizuki reminded him with a grin. “Daydreaming? What are you thinking of, Yuuta?” Yuuta looked so adorably confused, and chances were it was all because of Mizuki. Mizuki did a gleeful little dance inside at the thought.
"Oh yes...my laptop." Yuuta grabbed the device off of his bed before turning to face his senior again. " Wasnt it obvious what he was caught up on? Especially for Mizuki who calculated and observed everything. "What do you think, Mizuki-san?" He came toe to toe with the other man trying to cover his blush with a bit of conference as he bent to steal another kiss before shuffling past him hoping his flushed face was missed.
“What do I think? I think you are very sweet, Yuuta,” Mizuki said honestly as he followed Yuuta back out again. Silly, but sweet. It made Mizuki feel like a teenage girl with a crush. He sat down on the sand again, tugging Yuuta to sit beside him.
“Mizuki-san...” Yuuta let out a small embarrassed groan at what the other man had said to him. “I am not.” He let himself be tugged down into the soft sand, laptop in tow. It only took him a moment to flip it open and load one of the sites that housed some of the television shows from back home. “Which one do you want to watch?” He carefully made sure he slid close to Mizuki, pressing up against him as subtly as he could manage just because he wanted to touch the other man.
“Anything you like, Yuuta,” Mizuki replied, patting Yuuta’s knee and leaning his chin on Yuuta’s shoulder. “What have you been watching?” He enjoyed the closeness with Yuuta, even if the hot and humid weather made things a little uncomfortable. He rested his hand on Yuuta’s thigh and peered into the screen.
“Highlights for recent tennis matches, mostly.” It made Yuuta feel connected to the sport even though they were so far away from any of that now. The younger man welcomed the weight of Mizuki leaning against him and was even so bold as to reach up to cover the hand that splayed out over his thigh with his own as he clicked to pull up a website he knew had some of the footage from recent games.
Something told him he wasn’t going to be concentrating on the screen much, but it was a good cover for while he drifted off, thoughts stuck on the wavy haired man at his side and how all of this was just...too surreal.
Mizuki watched contentedly with his head on Yuuta’s shoulder, occasionally offering remarks on the play (“That outfit is so mismatched, what was he thinking?”). He was aware that Yuuta wasn’t paying attention, but didn’t give any indication that he’d noticed. Instead, he laced his fingers with Yuuta’s and squeezed gently, hoping to calm him down. If Yuuta was so nervous now, they’d never progress to beyond kissing.
"Mizuki-san, I doubt his outfit could have made an impact on the game." Yuuta's hand twitched a little before he squeezed back.
He was starting to feel more relaxed, at least more so then he had felt when they'd first kissed on New Years. Yuuta cleared his throat because just thinking about it made him flush. "Uh, St. Rudolph didn't do as well as I hopped." It was his aim to change the subject and distract himself from what he'd been thinking far too much about as of late.
“But the aesthetics!” Mizuki complained, before being distracted by Yuuta’s mention of their school. “It’s a pity,” Mizuki agreed with a frown, twirling a lock of hair. “I suppose they must have been lost without your leadership and my excellent mentorship.” He gave a sigh and then sat up straight.
“...Yuuta? Do you smell something burning?”
Yuuta only shook his head at Mizuki’s complaint about the way a uniform looked and then even more so on how their team had done during nationals. “I don’t think that was it, Mizuki-san. The mark of a good leader is how well his team can perform without him. I clearly failed.” His head dipped slightly in remorse only to bob back up at the mention of burning.
“THE PIE!” Yuuta quickly abandoned his laptop to rush over to the small stone oven only to pull out charred remains of the fruit pie they’d worked on earlier. “It’s ruined...” Perfectly good pie, all to waste because he’d let his focus get the best of him. The younger man let out a soft sigh, visibly upset that he wasn’t going to get to enjoy his favorite treat.
Mizuki joined him quickly, squatting down beside Yuuta to assess the damage. He wrinkled his nose at the burning smell. “It’s alright, Yuuta,” he said, patting Yuuta’s back soothingly, heart giving a little pang at Yuuta’s look of disappointment. “We have enough ingredients for another pie crust and we can go gather more fruit.”
Yuuta nodded with another heavy sigh and set the pie remains to the side.
“Maybe we should focus on dinner now that its later and worry about the pie this evening.” The sun was already starting to set and as wonderful as pie was Yuuta was going to need more to tide him over for the evening then just a slice of desert.
“I agree,” Mizuki said, reluctantly cleaning up the sad remnants of their baking endeavour. He should have kept better time, but honestly, Yuuta was too distracting. “What should we do for food?” Mizuki was willing to cook, but only if Yuuta did all the butchering for him.
“Ah, the others were kind enough to give me some of the salted venison from Hyoutei’s hunt.” Yuuta had a small supply of goods on his lonely little side of the island most of what had come from home in an air drop or what his brother had snuck in here and there when Yuuta wasn’t looking. “We could make sweet potatoes and that if you’d like.” Really he didn’t care what they ate as long as they at together not to mention the savage part of him just wanted to get dinner over with so they could get back to kissing or maybe even more.
Yuuta flushed immediately at his own thoughts and started to work quickly to distract himself by pulling a few various items out of the small food keep he’d created. Hopefully Mizuki hadn’t gone vegan on him or anything. He didn’t have a fresh supply or tofu or anything of substance to offer the other man if he was.
“That’s fine.” Mizuki was so relieved at not having to cut up raw, bloody meat that he failed to notice that Yuuta’s thoughts were wandering. Wiping a bead of sweat away from his brow-- this horrid island was so humid, Mizuki stood up and dusted himself off. “Where do you keep everything? I’ll wash the sweet potatoes.”
“What’s fine, Mizuki-san?” Yuuta stopped in the middle of his own tirade of thoughts that involved him and Mizuki spread out in the sand in a questionable position, not realizing that Mizuki was simply answering his question.
His brain struggled to catch up as he watched the other man stand and brush himself off, mentioning something about potatoes. It hit Yuuta then, and so did another wave of a flush as he scrambled to his own feet. “I’ll get them!” It was a good excuse to get away for a moment so he could clear his thoughts and get rid of the blush he’d seemed to be donning more often around the manager.
“No, you’re supposed to get the salted meat,” Mizuki pointed out, following Yuuta. He caught up and peered into Yuuta’s face. “You’re all flustered.” It was cute, and Mizuki felt a bit of triumph knowing that he was responsible.
“I am not!” Yuuta quickly denied it, grey eyes casting off to the side. If Mizuki caught in in an eye lock he was done for. He brought a hand up to scratch at his arm pretending to be interested in that more then anything else.
Mizuki just chuckled and helped Yuuta gather the ingredients for their dinner. Honestly, Yuuta could be so adorable sometimes. He purposefully let their fingers brush together a few times, delighting in the flush on Yuuta’s cheeks.
There was plenty of flush for Mizuki to get his kicks from. Yuuta was as red as a tomato by the time they made it back to the small stone oven, thoughts he couldn’t help from thinking swimming under dark hair.
The preparation of dinner went quickly enough, and soon after the two boys sat side by side each with an emptied out half of a coconut husk full of dinner. Yuuta was frowning down into his half finished dinner, thoughts on everything but the potatoes and meat he was staring at. The younger boy was reminding himself that he’d promised he’d be more forward with his thoughts, it had worked out earlier after all. Yuuta couldn’t deny that he’d enjoyed kissing Mizuki as much and as deeply as he had.
“Mizuki-san, if you want...its late...your cabin, it’s pretty far...” What he was trying to say was he wanted Mizuki to stay with him for the night. Hopefully it wouldn’t be morning by the time he got it out.
“Mm?” Mizuki looked up at Yuuta, a sly look in his eye. It was obvious what Yuuta wanted, and his attempt at being subtle only made it more endearing. “Yuuta, if you want me to stay, all you have to do is ask. “ He nudged Yuuta’s ankle gently with his foot and leaned against him. “I’ll stay as long as you want.”
Yuuta went rigid for a moment as Mizuki’s weight dropped against him but he soon relaxed. He was thankful that the other man had a way with understanding what he was trying to say when he couldn’t quiet get it out. “Ah, yeah, that...” Without as much hesitation as his previous actions Yuuta brought and arm up and around Mizuki’s shoulder, hugging him close to the side of his body with a small satisfied smile.
“Stay until we leave the island.” He said determinedly. “If you want.”
Mizuki smiled to himself, just a little bit smug. “Alright,” he said.