Saiyuki drabble
The day is inordinately warm for this time of year, but there’s a cool breeze at their backs, and the sunlight makes them all a little drowsy.
The two in the back of the jeep are mercifully quiet, and with his arms crossed over his chest, Sanzo dozes. Stuck between sleep and wakefulness, he half-dreams they’ve reached a cool stream.
Hey Sanzo, Goku laughs as he shucks his shirt and yanks off shoes and socks, remember that time you wrote all over me with the paintbrush? Well could you do it again? `Cuz I can’t get through.
Get through what? Sanzo asks, and Goku just grins impishly.
It’s a secret, he whispers, and reaches up to brush his fingers through the fine hairs at the nape of Sanzo’s neck and Sanzo comes awake completely, abruptly, and turns quickly in his seat, but Goku is slouched back against his own seat, looking sleepy and a little concerned.
“Sanzo?”
“It’s nothing,” he mutters, and faces front once more, but he still feels the tingle of the imaginary touch down his spine.
Sanzo shoots a suspicious glare in Gojyo’s direction, as if he had something to do with this, but the worthless kappa is sleeping, his mouth hanging open slightly and one arm and one leg hanging out of the jeep.
“Your collar, Sanzo,” Hakkai points out helpfully. “You’ll become sunburned that way.”
With a noncommittal grunt Sanzo tugs up the collar of his shirt which has slipped down in the back, and there’s an almost-sigh from behind him so quiet, he’s sure he imagined that, too.
“Here, Sanzo,” Goku offers, and suddenly his fingers are in the monk’s hair, pulling it from his face and off his neck and he has fastened it securely with a rubber band into a small ponytail before Sanzo can get over his surprise.
He is a little shocked by the brazenness of the act, as well as the unexpectedly pleasurable feeling of Goku’s hands in his hair, his nails raking lightly against his scalp, and he knows he should say something, but the best he can do is turn over his shoulder to glare suspiciously.
Goku is utterly unrepentant, however, and grins exactly as in Sanzo’s dream.
“Better, right?”
Those golden eyes sparkle like fish in a pond, and Sanzo can’t help the feeling that Goku is laughing at him.
~*~*~
The two in the back of the jeep are mercifully quiet, and with his arms crossed over his chest, Sanzo dozes. Stuck between sleep and wakefulness, he half-dreams they’ve reached a cool stream.
Hey Sanzo, Goku laughs as he shucks his shirt and yanks off shoes and socks, remember that time you wrote all over me with the paintbrush? Well could you do it again? `Cuz I can’t get through.
Get through what? Sanzo asks, and Goku just grins impishly.
It’s a secret, he whispers, and reaches up to brush his fingers through the fine hairs at the nape of Sanzo’s neck and Sanzo comes awake completely, abruptly, and turns quickly in his seat, but Goku is slouched back against his own seat, looking sleepy and a little concerned.
“Sanzo?”
“It’s nothing,” he mutters, and faces front once more, but he still feels the tingle of the imaginary touch down his spine.
Sanzo shoots a suspicious glare in Gojyo’s direction, as if he had something to do with this, but the worthless kappa is sleeping, his mouth hanging open slightly and one arm and one leg hanging out of the jeep.
“Your collar, Sanzo,” Hakkai points out helpfully. “You’ll become sunburned that way.”
With a noncommittal grunt Sanzo tugs up the collar of his shirt which has slipped down in the back, and there’s an almost-sigh from behind him so quiet, he’s sure he imagined that, too.
“Here, Sanzo,” Goku offers, and suddenly his fingers are in the monk’s hair, pulling it from his face and off his neck and he has fastened it securely with a rubber band into a small ponytail before Sanzo can get over his surprise.
He is a little shocked by the brazenness of the act, as well as the unexpectedly pleasurable feeling of Goku’s hands in his hair, his nails raking lightly against his scalp, and he knows he should say something, but the best he can do is turn over his shoulder to glare suspiciously.
Goku is utterly unrepentant, however, and grins exactly as in Sanzo’s dream.
“Better, right?”
Those golden eyes sparkle like fish in a pond, and Sanzo can’t help the feeling that Goku is laughing at him.
~*~*~