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Akito sat in his dressing room, messing with the sleeve of his racing suit. He was waiting for his stylist, Tsukasa.
"Where is he?" the ginger muttered.
For some reason, he found that recently he wanted to see the blonde, even outside of work. He feared he had a crush on him.
The door suddenly opened. There stood Tsukasa, soaking wet. He was out of breath.
Shinonome snickered. "Did you have to go through a war to get here or something?"
"EH!? WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY!!!?!??" Tenma huffed as he ran a hand through his hair. "You're so rude Akito..."
"Yeah yeah." He put his hands behind his head, all smug.
His hair was dishevelled and his clothes were sticking to his body. To add to that, he was wearing a white buttoned shirt. And what happens with shirts like that when paired with rain? They become almost see through meaning Akito could see the other boy's skin. That very much caught him off guard. So much that his smirk dropped and his face turn bright red.
"U-Uh...Tsukasa. You might want to..." he stammered out.
The blonde looked at him confused at the sudden mood change. "What's wrong?"
Akito let out a sigh, trying to act noncholant. He pointed at his shirt.
"AH!?" Tsukasa clearly did not think about his shirt becoming see through. "I guess I should be glad I have spare clothes...give me a minute okay!"
He left the room, leaving Akito all alone again. The ginger buried his hands in his face.
"God...why can't I get the image out of my head..." he groaned.
The ginger REALLY wanted the image out of his head. The day had only just started and here he was ready to get on his knees and bark for his stylist after seeing some of his bare skin. That really drove him wild, despite having only seeing his torso. His hands raked his ginger hair.
Tenma came back no longer in his soaked clothes. He was wearing a yellow hoodie with a white sweatshirt underneath. Shinonome felt kind of disappointed honestly. He wanted to see more...
"Akitoooooooo???? Earth to Akito?" the blonde waved his arms about in front of the racers face.
"Huh?"
Tsukasa chuckled. "You were staring at me. And drooling. That's not very like you actually."
Akito cleared his throat. "I was just thinking about something."
"Hm...oh well okay!!!" he didn't bother to question more. "Time to get to work!"
The ginger watched as the blonde grabbed all his things that he needed to style Akito's hair and that. He came back over to him. The blonde crouched a bit as Akito was sitting down on the chair. He cupped Shinonome's cheeks in his hands.
Akito felt his face heat up. His eyes darted around the room, but never at Tsukasa's face. God if he did, he bet he'd go crazy. Heck, already he was as bright as a tomato most likely. Looking directly at him would make it worse. Way worse. Why. Why did he have to be so down bad for this man. Briefly, his eyes met the blondes. His face turned scarlet. The other boy was oblivious to the fact Akito was BRIGHT RED. How stupid is he...
The ginger ran a hand through his hair as he sighed. Tsukasa stopped.
"Is something wrong Akito?"
What. Why, when he runs a hand through his hair and sighs does Tsukasa realise something is wrong. Not when he's A DEEPER CRIMSON THAT SKYWARD SWORD LINK'S LOFTWING. (heh...Zelda reference it had to be done.)
Shinonome didn't know how to respond. Tenma leaned in closer to him. He pressed a hand against his forehead. "Are you ill????"
"No." he muttered.
Tsukasa tilted his head. "Then what's wrong?"
Akito gave in. He looked at the other's face only to be surprised. Tsukasa was slightly blushing himself. Akito took this as an opportunity to turn the tables around.
The ginger smirked as if he wasn't bright red. "I think you might be ill too though~"
He became a bright red and opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, then opened it again. "Shut up Akito!!!!"
Shinonome held back laughter. Oh, how funny it was to tease the blonde, even after a month of working together. Honestly, they had mixed days. One where they were tame and nice to each other and days like this where the racer teased the poor stylist.
Suddenly Akito was struck with a strong urge and an idea. He was still crimson, but you know...he decided to take the initiative.
He stood up. Tenma stood up too and took a step back, confused.
"I haven't finished your makeup?"
The ginger took a step forward. He slammed his arm against the wall, trapping the shorter male.
"ACK!????" Tsukasa was crimson now, getting a satisfied laugh from the taller male. "W-What are you doing!????!?!?!!?!?!"
"Guess." his other hand gripped the blonde's chin.
Tenma let out a few noises.
"You're so cute you know~" he teased.
"I- W-We have work to do you know!!!!"
Akito knew that but he really didn't care. Shinonome leaned closer, their lips nearly touching.
"Akito..." he mumbled.
"Can I?"
The blonde looked down, then back at him. "Fine..."
Without hesitation, their lips met. Soft and sweet, like lemon, was how the other one's lips tasted. It was exactly what the ginger expected him to taste. However, he didn't expect it to be this addictive. Their kiss was short however, lasting only a few seconds.
Tsukasa pulled away. "I think that's-" he was cut off.
Shinonome kissed him again with fervour and desperation. He wanted him bad. So, so bad. He had to have more. He didn't give a fuck whether it was greedy or not, he was getting what he wanted. Tenma yelled muffled protests under Akito's lips and his body trembled. He didn't push him away however. Akito kept their lips pressed until he was out of breath.
"I love you Tsukasa." he said breathlessly, eyes glistening with lust.
Tsukasa was bright red, panting and speechless. "You... I..."
"Shhh..."
The ginger kissed him again. This kiss was with the same amount of passion as the previous one, very clearly stating to the blonde how bad he wanted him. His hand slipped under his shirt too. The kiss was filled with lust and his touch felt like fire against Tsukasa's body. Oh, how he wanted to pull off his clothes and-
THUD.
Quickly, the two turned their heads to the door. There stood the director, Rui Kamishiro with his thick ass script lying on the floor. His cat-like eyes were wide open in shock.
"Get out." Shinonome said possesively.
The director coughed, recomposing himself. "Ah yes... I think I will be leaving you two to do...this... fufu..."
"Says the one sleeping with Aoyagi Toya every night." Tenma rolled his eyes.
And with that the cat didn't question more. He left, taking his script with him.
Akito turned back to the blonde. "Should I stop or...?"
Tsukasa was silent for a bit. "No."
"Eh...really?"
"Yeah. I want you to continue."
That ignited the fire inside the ginger, waiting to be lit for so long. Once again, they kissed. Passionate but sweet.
"I want you to be mine." He said as they kissed. "Please."
Tsukasa broke off the kiss to look at Shinonome. "Of course. I love you too you know."
Before he could respond, he was kissed again.
The two had very much forgotten about their work.