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“ …and that’s gonna do it for the show today folks, make sure to stay in the shade and have something cool to drink. This weather isn’t a joke! ”
The neighbors radio carried its audio across the street over to the three of you. And the radio host wasn’t kidding, the weather wasn’t a joke. It had to be at least 90 degrees out, but you wouldn’t be surprised if it was over 100.
Even though you sat in the shade, you could swear the pavement below you was melting your skin. Hot concrete bites into your palms while you lounge about, watching the two boys in front of you. Your two boys.
They were shooting hoops in the driveway, an activity Satoru begged Suguru to partake in. One minute he was cuddled up with you on the couch reading a book, the next his eager boyfriend was dragging him outside, an orange ball under his other arm.
Suguru dribbled the ball, the act borderline salacious. His bangs drooped over his eyes, a sheen of sweat beginning to coat his biceps. His tongue poked out while he focused on the ball.
Maybe you should thank Satoru for offering you this holy sight. On second thought, maybe that’s why Satoru wanted to play.
The white hair menace runs up to Suguru, stealing the ball before it could bounce back up to his hand. He lets out a cackle before dribbling the ball towards the rickety hoop, positioning his arms overhead to toss the ball.
The ball shoots through the air, the orange sticking out against the blue backdrop of the clear summer sky.
“And with that, I’m in first place!” Satoru prides, turning to Suguru as the basketball flies through the hoop, thudding against the ground.
“I’m like five ahead of you-“ Suguru says incredulously, one of his brows raising.
“In your dreams!”
Suguru squints at Satoru, debating on whether or not he wanted to start this.
Why not.
“Did you hit your head?” He asks, knowing it would rile Satoru up even more.
“You know Satoru, it’s okay to lose sometimes.” You murmur, cutting off Suguru.
“You guys are consipiring against me!” Satoru pouts.
Suguru ignores him and leans over to grab the ball, you catch a flash of his bare chest through his loose shirt, the large arm holes gracing you a sight to drink up.
Both of their hair stuck to their foreheads, their chests slightly panting while pink dusted their cheeks. Even when sweat dripped from their skin and they wore loose clothing, they still were too hot for their own good.
Maybe they were the ones responsible for raising the heat up around here. You wouldn’t be surprised.
“You should join us, come on it would be fun!” Satoru says, prancing over you to grab your hand.
“It’s not like I would join your team.” It was fun to antagonize him sometimes.
Satoru wails, and you stifle a chuckle.
“Besides, why would I want to play basketball against two 6’3 guys? You think I’m crazy?” You tug your hand away, watching as Satoru pops his hip out and rests his hand there.
“Maybe you’re just afraid to lose.” He states like it's a fact.
“Says the loser.” You argue.
Satoru opens his mouth to retort when a jingle sounds out, music flowing down your street.
Your ears perk up, the sound heavily ingrained in your body from your childhood.
“Is that-“ you start.
“An ice cream truck?” Satoru finishes.
You both lock eyes, excitement leaking from your voices.
Suguru’s lips spread into a soft smile. He wasn’t really in the mood for anything sweet, but he just knew you and Satoru would be.
“Suguru, pass me some cash!” Satoru looks like he’s two seconds away from jumping up and down.
“I don’t have any cash on me, you know I don’t carry it.”
You listen to the two bicker before making your mind up, hopping to your feet and running into the house.
Once inside, you dart to your room and dig through Satoru’s drawers. The man always had spare cash laying around. Sure enough , wads of crumpled dollars lay in the very back of his pants drawer. Honestly, he probably forgot he had it. He had more money than he knew what to do with.
Bounding down the stairs, you slap the cash in Suguru’s hand.
“Here!” You say with a large grin.
His eyes light up at your expression, beads of sweat rolling down his throat.
“Oh hey, where’d you get that?” Satoru asks, peeking over.
“Don’t worry about it.”
He didn’t need to know.
Suguru leans over to place a kiss against your cheek, the act settling off a million fireflies in your gut.
“Just the usual, sweetheart?” Of course Suguru was going to get the sweet treat for you.
He loved doing things for you while you sat there pretty for him.
You try to suppress a smile while you nod, watching him stand to his full height. He licks his thumb before carefully counting the cash you oh so graciously brought out for the two men.
You were an Angel , he wondered if you knew.
“Should be enough, let’s go Satoru.”
Satoru’s shoulders slump while he lets out a whine. Leave it to him to be dramatic.
“Whaaat? Can’t you get mine for me too?”
“No, plus you change your order a billion times.” Suguru skillfully shuts Satoru down, an act he’s done millions of times.
You really did have to be trained in the art of handling Satoru. And if anyone was trained in it, it was Suguru. He must’ve had a doctorate in it by now.
Satoru grumbles, pushing his hair up out of the way to look a bit more presentable. You watch as the two men set off towards the sound of the ice cream truck.
It didn’t take long before they were back. You sat on the sidewalk, legs outstretched in front of you when they returned.
“We bring gifts!” Satoru’s cheery voice calls.
They looked almost more refreshing than the ice cream cream in their hands. Handsome men carrying your salvation.
You reach out a grabby hand and Suguru carefully places the ice cream in your palm.
“Thank you!”
Suguru swears he feels his heart rate pick up a bit at the sound of your gratitude. God, the things he would do just to hear you say that.
He clears his throat, trying to maintain his composure so you don’t catch a glimpse of the pink tinting his cheeks.
“Satoru cut in front of a kid.” He rats out Satoru.
“No I didn’t! I almost did. And I didn’t see him, it's not my fault I’m tall.” Satoru plops down beside you, his legs noticeably longer than yours.
Suguru sits on the other side of you, basking in your presence. You shudder as the cold treat bites into your hand. It felt like you could hardly wait anymore as you unwrapped it, ready to dive in.
The heat felt a little bit more bearable once the cool ice cream hit your tongue.
“Damn Toru, that’s low, even for you.” You giggle.
“Low like that kid.” Suguru adds.
Satoru clicks his tongue before beginning to munch on his ice cream.
Ice cream trucks reminded you of your childhood. You could have been mature and asked Suguru to get you something more refined this time, but where was the fun in that? You just had to get the SpongeBob ice cream. Satoru ended up getting a chocolate cone, and Suguru was empty handed.
He didn’t really care much for ice cream. Plus, watching his partners’ eyes light up while they ate was just as good of a treat he concluded. It might even be sweeter than having the dessert.
You bite off a corner of the SpongeBob in your hand, watching as Satoru absentmindedly kicks his foot against yours. A small sign of affection, but a sign of affection no less. Other people began to fill the street in search of the truck, mainly children, but there were some adults meagerly waiting about.
Turning to Suguru you offer up your ice cream. He wouldn’t normally have wanted anything, but he couldn’t resist your expectant doe eyes.
He bends over slightly, taking a small bite. Sugar dances around his tastebuds as he licks his lips, looking back up at you.
“Thank you baby.”
“Of course! I dont want you to feel left out, you know.”
Suguru’s heart aches at the sentiment. Excitement floods his veins at the mere prospect that you thought about him.
Lucky, lucky, lucky. He thought.
The three of you sit in silence as you and Satoru finish eating. Satoru’s pink tongue darts out to lick a trail of sugary goodness from his fingers.
“That was good.” He squeaks out, leaning back on his palms.
“Why don’t we go back inside and shower, and I’ll get started on lunch.” Suguru speaks, knees cracking as he stands up.
Your head perks up at the mention of food, namely Suguru’s food, and you take the hand he's offering you.
He helps you to your feet before going over to assist Satoru, the feel of his sticky fingers making Suguru wince.
Summer could get unbearable at times, but having your boys around made it a bit more tolerable.