Sun-kissed. [Soul Campaign]
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Title: Sun-kissed.
Characters/Pairing(s): Yosuke, Rise, cameos from Souji & Roy, implied Souji & Yosuke + Matt & Rise
Rating: G
Summary: Yosuke thinks about how hot Souji is, even if he's supposed to be talking to Rise.
Warnings? Raging teenage hormones, perving from a distance, Souji's impeccable timing, and Rise.
Notes: Dedicated to pedotastic! ♥ Set sometime after the Fateful Confession. The title is taken from the 31_days theme for February 4, 2010.
Sun-kissed.
“…so then Matt’s all WAIT WHAT ARE YOU DOING and I’m like ‘duh, what do you think I’m doing’, and…”
And Hanamura Yosuke feels that really, he ought to be paying attention to this. Rise’s stories are always entertaining and… well, she’s just generally a great person to be with. A welcome change from Naoto (who is Hard To Talk To) and Kanji (who just… sometimes…) and -
- and Dojima is just not an option, no. So yes, he should be paying attention, and he swears that he was (right up there with munching on those french fries they got as part of their lunch), except now, Souji’s just entered the sparring ring.
Yosuke forgets all about the french fries.
“…really cute, y’know, and sooo fun to tease, but sometimes? I worry about him! I mean, if he gets freaked out so easy, then…”
He’s not really sure WHEN Roy Mustang and his partner started this sparring practice of theirs, and he’s not sure whether he WANTS to know. Still, those are menial details - insignificant, really, in light of the way Souji looks at that moment. Loose white tanktop, ripped jeans and a look of Utter and Total and Focused Determination on his face right after he finishes his stretches, right after he and Mustang exchange glances, nod, and circle each other. Half a minute later, and they’ve become two bodies and a flurry of blows between them. No words, no sound beyond the scuffle of feet, the occasional grunt, the impact of fists or feet against cloth/flesh. It’s almost…
Yosuke belatedly realizes that he was halfway towards bringing another fry up to his mouth, and promptly recovers. Rise, however, has not noticed yet.
“Wooow, senpai’s kicking ass today, isn’t he? It’s nice, seeing him up and about like this~”
Vaguely, Yosuke knows that he ought to agree, maybe throw in an intelligent comment here and there, but the only thing that comes out is a strange little strangled sound. It’s suddenly hard to do anything BUT watch, because the sun’s bright today and Souji just sort of shines in it, scuffed up & edgy, pushing sweaty silver bangs out of his eyes in an irritated gesture that Yosuke can’t help but think of as cute, staring at his current target with that narrow-eyed look that he’s pulled on Yosuke time and again, whenever Souji wanted to get his way.
And then, those lips.
“…Yosuke?”
Maybe he shouldn’t have thought about those lips, because now he’s not thinking about Souji In the Sparring Ring, but Souji Somewhere Else, namely somewhere With Him. Maybe in front of him, hands on either side of his head, looming close, saying things with those lips, doing things with them -
“Yosuke!”
And he’s back, and Rise’s giving him the look, and Yosuke realizes that a third of the fries he was trying to eat ended up on the ground.
“Sorry. Uh. What did you say?”
“What’s up?” Rise asks instead, raising an eyebrow in his direction. “You’re so spacey all of a sudden.”
“Nothing! I’m just… er…”
Rise’s disapproval lasts all of ten seconds, because now she’s looking where he was looking, trying to figure out what had stolen her precious upperclassman away from their Lovely Conversation. A moment after that, when she blinks at Souji, then blinks back at Yosuke, then at Souji and back at Yosuke again with this tiny (but growing) little grin, Yosuke has this sudden urge to find the nearest rock and crawl under it.
“Oooooooh. I see how it is.”
“W-w-w-w-what do you mean by that.”
(He was totally NOT stuttering.)
“So you~” a finger in his direction, “~and senpai~” a finger in Souji’s direction, “are--”
“IT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK.”
It takes every ounce of willpower in him to keep from tackling Rise right then, right now.
“Okay!” Rise chirped, totally unperturbed. “What is it then, sen~pai?”
“It’s...”
Perfect/great/good/awesome/scary/wonderful -
“Um.”
- unexpected/terrible/the best thing that’s ever happened to him ever since -
“…Complicated.”
Yosuke really, REALLY hopes that it’s just a damned hot day, and those aren’t his cheeks on fire. The world, however, denies him there, as it denies him most things.
“You’re blushing, senpai.”
“I AM NOT.”
Rise only laughs, and Yosuke, for the umpteenth time that day, feels a little like dying. There’s something seriously wrong, he decides, with having one of his underclassmen pulling one over him without any effort whatsoever.
“It’ll be okay, senpai. Really: I’m happy for you.”
Those words, though. Those words catch him off-guard. Before he can even begin to think of something smart to say, the very topic of their conversation comes up.
“Yosuke? Rise. I didn’t know you guys were here already.”
Seta Souji, after all, has amazing timing.
“Senpai!” Rise bounces over, takes Souji’s hands, and beams right up at him with a smile whose brightness outshines a couple of thousand Christmas trees. “I just heard the news about you and Hanamura-senpai! Congratulations~”
That rock is looking mighty tempting right about now.
“…Ah, did Yosuke tell you?”
“Naw, I figured it all out on my own!”
“Well. I guess that saves me the trouble of explaining…”
EXPLAINING WHAT, THERE IS NOTHING TO EXPLAIN, Yosuke feels his mind shriek, but before he can actually say it Souji’s suddenly there with him, arm reeling him in by the waist, spinning him around until there’s nothing else to look at but that smile, then ohgodhislipsaresoclose -
“I’ve wanted to do this for a while,” Souji offers by way of explanation, just before they kiss.
And it’s really nice.
Like, really, really nice.
…Then somebody clears his throat and ohgodit’sMustang and when they break apart Yosuke wishes he had the energy to scream (shriek).
“I hope you plan on telling your uncle this sometime soon, Seta.”
“Yeah, I will. By the way, Mustang~ let me introduce you properly to my boyfriend.”
Title: Sun-kissed.
Characters/Pairing(s): Yosuke, Rise, cameos from Souji & Roy, implied Souji & Yosuke + Matt & Rise
Rating: G
Summary: Yosuke thinks about how hot Souji is, even if he's supposed to be talking to Rise.
Warnings? Raging teenage hormones, perving from a distance, Souji's impeccable timing, and Rise.
Notes: Dedicated to pedotastic! ♥ Set sometime after the Fateful Confession. The title is taken from the 31_days theme for February 4, 2010.
Sun-kissed.
“…so then Matt’s all WAIT WHAT ARE YOU DOING and I’m like ‘duh, what do you think I’m doing’, and…”
And Hanamura Yosuke feels that really, he ought to be paying attention to this. Rise’s stories are always entertaining and… well, she’s just generally a great person to be with. A welcome change from Naoto (who is Hard To Talk To) and Kanji (who just… sometimes…) and -
- and Dojima is just not an option, no. So yes, he should be paying attention, and he swears that he was (right up there with munching on those french fries they got as part of their lunch), except now, Souji’s just entered the sparring ring.
Yosuke forgets all about the french fries.
“…really cute, y’know, and sooo fun to tease, but sometimes? I worry about him! I mean, if he gets freaked out so easy, then…”
He’s not really sure WHEN Roy Mustang and his partner started this sparring practice of theirs, and he’s not sure whether he WANTS to know. Still, those are menial details - insignificant, really, in light of the way Souji looks at that moment. Loose white tanktop, ripped jeans and a look of Utter and Total and Focused Determination on his face right after he finishes his stretches, right after he and Mustang exchange glances, nod, and circle each other. Half a minute later, and they’ve become two bodies and a flurry of blows between them. No words, no sound beyond the scuffle of feet, the occasional grunt, the impact of fists or feet against cloth/flesh. It’s almost…
Yosuke belatedly realizes that he was halfway towards bringing another fry up to his mouth, and promptly recovers. Rise, however, has not noticed yet.
“Wooow, senpai’s kicking ass today, isn’t he? It’s nice, seeing him up and about like this~”
Vaguely, Yosuke knows that he ought to agree, maybe throw in an intelligent comment here and there, but the only thing that comes out is a strange little strangled sound. It’s suddenly hard to do anything BUT watch, because the sun’s bright today and Souji just sort of shines in it, scuffed up & edgy, pushing sweaty silver bangs out of his eyes in an irritated gesture that Yosuke can’t help but think of as cute, staring at his current target with that narrow-eyed look that he’s pulled on Yosuke time and again, whenever Souji wanted to get his way.
And then, those lips.
“…Yosuke?”
Maybe he shouldn’t have thought about those lips, because now he’s not thinking about Souji In the Sparring Ring, but Souji Somewhere Else, namely somewhere With Him. Maybe in front of him, hands on either side of his head, looming close, saying things with those lips, doing things with them -
“Yosuke!”
And he’s back, and Rise’s giving him the look, and Yosuke realizes that a third of the fries he was trying to eat ended up on the ground.
“Sorry. Uh. What did you say?”
“What’s up?” Rise asks instead, raising an eyebrow in his direction. “You’re so spacey all of a sudden.”
“Nothing! I’m just… er…”
Rise’s disapproval lasts all of ten seconds, because now she’s looking where he was looking, trying to figure out what had stolen her precious upperclassman away from their Lovely Conversation. A moment after that, when she blinks at Souji, then blinks back at Yosuke, then at Souji and back at Yosuke again with this tiny (but growing) little grin, Yosuke has this sudden urge to find the nearest rock and crawl under it.
“Oooooooh. I see how it is.”
“W-w-w-w-what do you mean by that.”
(He was totally NOT stuttering.)
“So you~” a finger in his direction, “~and senpai~” a finger in Souji’s direction, “are--”
“IT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK.”
It takes every ounce of willpower in him to keep from tackling Rise right then, right now.
“Okay!” Rise chirped, totally unperturbed. “What is it then, sen~pai?”
“It’s...”
Perfect/great/good/awesome/scary/wonderful -
“Um.”
- unexpected/terrible/the best thing that’s ever happened to him ever since -
“…Complicated.”
Yosuke really, REALLY hopes that it’s just a damned hot day, and those aren’t his cheeks on fire. The world, however, denies him there, as it denies him most things.
“You’re blushing, senpai.”
“I AM NOT.”
Rise only laughs, and Yosuke, for the umpteenth time that day, feels a little like dying. There’s something seriously wrong, he decides, with having one of his underclassmen pulling one over him without any effort whatsoever.
“It’ll be okay, senpai. Really: I’m happy for you.”
Those words, though. Those words catch him off-guard. Before he can even begin to think of something smart to say, the very topic of their conversation comes up.
“Yosuke? Rise. I didn’t know you guys were here already.”
Seta Souji, after all, has amazing timing.
“Senpai!” Rise bounces over, takes Souji’s hands, and beams right up at him with a smile whose brightness outshines a couple of thousand Christmas trees. “I just heard the news about you and Hanamura-senpai! Congratulations~”
That rock is looking mighty tempting right about now.
“…Ah, did Yosuke tell you?”
“Naw, I figured it all out on my own!”
“Well. I guess that saves me the trouble of explaining…”
EXPLAINING WHAT, THERE IS NOTHING TO EXPLAIN, Yosuke feels his mind shriek, but before he can actually say it Souji’s suddenly there with him, arm reeling him in by the waist, spinning him around until there’s nothing else to look at but that smile, then ohgodhislipsaresoclose -
“I’ve wanted to do this for a while,” Souji offers by way of explanation, just before they kiss.
And it’s really nice.
Like, really, really nice.
…Then somebody clears his throat and ohgodit’sMustang and when they break apart Yosuke wishes he had the energy to scream (shriek).
“I hope you plan on telling your uncle this sometime soon, Seta.”
“Yeah, I will. By the way, Mustang~ let me introduce you properly to my boyfriend.”