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It’s so hot in Reki’s workshop that Miya’s brain is melting.
The ceiling fan, blasting its ultimate ability at full power, doesn’t save from the stuffiness at all – just pushes around the already boiling air. Summer in Okinawa this year really is hellish…
Okay, fine, maybe Miya’s exaggerating a little because of the overload of irritating factors right now: he’s baking, his head’s swelling from the homework he’s been torturing himself with for three hours straight, and Reki’s too busy in carving out a new board. The last straw comes when that red-haired idiot casually yanks his T-shirt off over the back of his head.
It had already been enough for Miya to weirdly get turned on by shamelessly ogling the damp patches spreading across Reki’s chest and under his arms (ew, gross) – and yet he kept staring. And now…
Well, fuck.
Reki doesn’t even realise how hot and sexy he is, and that just makes the slime even hotter and sexier.
Miya follows the bead of sweat sliding down Reki’s back, tracing the curves of his toned muscles. It lands on the fabric of his low-slung dark jeans, where, of course, the waistband of his underwear peeks out. Reki wouldn’t be Reki without that.
As the slime stretches, Miya licks his lips and swallows, greedily devouring with his eyes the muscles rippling under tanned skin – not overbuilt, to his taste, but strong, beautiful, proportional, and so perfectly fitting Reki’s overall physique. Miya is grateful to Joe the most for three things: for teaching him how to make pizza (and more), for the advice to buy contraception in sex shops instead of pharmacies, and for suggesting Reki join him at the gym. Sure, he’s still a long way from Joe’s size, but by twenty-three he’s really bulked up.
Miya drops his head onto the table, squinting, because the sight of Reki’s bare torso is absolutely not helping him focus on his 3D model anatomy notes. He should be studying anatomy right now – just a different kind of anatomy: this one, hot and sweaty, with freckles on the shoulders…
A groan escapes on its own, whether from horniness or from goddamn exhaustion.
‘You okay, kitty-cat?’
A chuckle and concern both mix in Reki’s voice. Miya sighs.
‘I want to die.’
‘Nah,’ Reki snorts, ‘not on my watch.’
Then Miya opens his eyes, feeling strong, warm hands lift him off the table. Instantly relaxing, he presses closer to his boyfriend, wrapping his limbs around him without a care for how sticky Reki is. Embarrassingly, Miya even likes that sharp scent – a mix of his beloved slime’s natural smell, sweat, and deodorant.
‘I’m fucking done.’
He buries his nose in Reki’s neck, inhaling deeply, warmth blooming in his lower stomach.
‘I told you to just chill at home under the AC, babe… it’s literally roasting in here, Oka-san said they could only help install the AC over the weekend.’
Reki’s personal workshop is not a garage in his parents’ house anymore, but a separate space on the Dope Sketch premises. They collaborate because Oka and his boss aren’t idiots and don’t want to lose part of their clientele. It was way easier to invite the insanely talented, well-established local crafter-designer to work with them. Miya himself had played a part in that «promotion», switching at some point to riding only custom skateboards crafted by Reki’s skilled hands.
‘At home, I’d probably just take a nap. Or grind away at my PC.’
That… isn’t exactly true. Miya learned self-discipline back in school – after all, he spent most of his life as a professional athlete! – so forcing himself to work isn’t an issue. But… otherwise he would’ve only gotten to see Reki in the evening, when the slime got home. And Miya…
Alright. Fine, he has to admit it to himself at least – he simply missed his boyfriend.
Preparing for exam week had been knocking him out way too early these past few days and Reki had gotten a big order for kids’ boards. Everything just stupidly lined up so that this week the only time they actually saw each other was at breakfast. Well – okay, there was that one time three days ago when Reki snuck into the shower to him, purring in his ear and making him lose his mind… but still! It’s not enough for Miya!
On top of that, when it comes to stress, Miya has always found – and still finds – the best comfort in his beloved slime. Reki is really good at that, he just gets people, being the empathic extrovert he is. Reki always knows when Miya needs to be hugged and soothed, and when he needs to be fucked hard enough to drive all the worries out of him, leaving Miya melted into a satisfied little puddle on the bed.
They move over to the couch, and Miya immediately makes himself comfortable straddling Reki’s lap. Yeah, he’s gonna sweat twice, but there’s no way he’s saying no to slime’s hands on him. Reki doesn’t need to know that, of course.
‘You’ve been sleeping shitty. Take a nap for an hour or so, while I finish this last-minute crap…’ Reki’s hands slide under his T-shirt, rubbing his back, and Miya arches closer into the touch without even thinking.
‘Wanna be with you…’
‘Fussy kitty-pitty,’ a raspy laugh sends shivers down his skin. ‘Well, let’s go home then… I’ll just start earlier tomorrow.’
The thought that Reki would have to get up at dawn if he gave in to Miya’s whims sparks both guilt and a selfish craving for comfort inside him. Still, conscience wins – Miya sighs heavily and pulls back a little. He softly caresses Reki’s cheek, looking into his eyes.
‘No… go back to work. Let’s… just spend the evening together,’ his cheeks warming at his own words. ‘And the night as well.’
Something sparks in Reki’s amber iris, then darkens. He’s probably remembering what they usually do alone at night, especially when they’ve missed each other…
Pervert slime. Though honestly, Miya’s no better.
‘Dope,’ Reki grins so smugly that Miya can’t help snorting and leans in to kiss that silly (favourite) smile off his boyfriend’s lips.
They kiss for several long, sweet minutes, and Miya can tell just how much Reki holds himself back from diving in right there and then. Miya feels the same – even though he’s tired, he’s already thinking through a couple of ways they could mess around, which positions, and what’s around them could be useful.
Because, well… in their relationship, spontaneous sex – whether in ideal spots or questionable ones – isn’t something unusual, and with years of experience Miya has learned to reckon some «technical» details. They’ve explored Reki’s workshop thoroughly in that regard, especially the little couch and the worktable.
But Reki seems to have more self-control than Miya, who is already about to slide off his boyfriend’s lap onto the floor to give him a proper blowjob.
‘Damn, Miya… I just wanna eat you up. But if I start now, we’ll be stuck here.’
‘Then get back to work, slime,’ Miya smirks, watching Reki tense up, muscles standing out as he switches back into work mode. ‘You may eat me up for dessert after dinner.’
‘Deal!’
Sleep starts creeping in as soon as Miya settles on the couch, but he has to turn away from Reki. Slime’s still shirtless, and his attractive back makes Miya squeeze his thighs a little, desire tingling between them. It’s okay, he thinks. It’s okay, the evening’s almost here.