[drabble] Vanilla
Title: Vanilla
Author: Luna (dreamweavernyx )
Pairing: Okajima
Genre: Fluff
Notes: Happy birthday, Shinju (shinju_10 )!
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Yuto shoves the coins across the counter, and accepts the two ice creams from the vendor.
“Here,” he says, passing one vanilla cone to Keito, while beginning to demolish his own.
Keito accepts it with a graceful nod, and they begin walking away from the ice cream cart, and along the sandy path. The salty sea breeze blows at them, and ruffles their hair.
Yuto squeaks in indignation as his cap is launched off his head by a particularly strong tendril of wind, and shoots his hand up, catching the black cap by the tips of his fingers.
He plonks the cap triumphantly back onto his head, and turns to flash Keito a victory sign.
Keito smiles in reply, lips quirking as if he’s about to laugh. He begins to shake in stifled laughter a moment later, and Yuto drops his victory pose in confusion.
“What? Almost losing my cap isn’t a laughing matter!”
“Not the cap,” Keito clarifies, “you’ve got a spot of ice cream on your face.”
Yuto blinks in shock.
“Eh? Where?”
He lifts his free hand, and starts poking around on his face, attempting to locate said spot of ice cream.
“You’ll take forever to wipe it off at this rate,” Keito says dryly as he watches Yuto look for the ice cream spot. “I’ll help you get it off.”
Keito tilts his head up, and in a sudden movement, plants his lips on Yuto’s cheek.
Yuto’s heart jumps, and he’s about to say something when he feels Keito’s tongue lick at his cheek, before Keito draws away.
“There,” he says, “it’s gone.”
Yuto’s cheek tingles, and he does his best to calm his erratic heartbeat.
“What did you do that for?”
Keito only shrugs vaguely, and continues eating his ice cream.
Yuto knows he’s probably blushing at this point, but he doesn’t care.
“Well,” he says bravely, “you’ve got some on your nose.”
Keito looks at him and smiles a knowing smile.
“Do I?” he asks lazily. “Help me get it off?”
Yuto leans forward to do to Keito what the English boy did to him just a minute ago. But just as he nears Keito’s face, Keito shifts his head, and Yuto finds his lips not on the shorter boy’s petite nose, but on a pair of soft lips instead.
A tingling feeling cascades through Yuto, and his cheeks feel as though they’re on fire even as Keito breaks contact and steps back.
Keito smiles gently, and raises a finger slowly to touch his lips.
“Did that taste a little like vanilla to you?”