Shallow Water
» Title: Shallow Water (1/1)
» Author: air_mirage + surely_dramatic
» Rating: PG-15
» Category: J-music → Phantasmagoria
» Pairing: Iori x Jun
» Warning: Fluff // Language // Male x Male relation
» Word count: ±3,000
» Summary: For these two young men, summer is the season they could easily erase from the map, without any hesitation or regret if it was possible. Unfortunately for them, they can’t and have to deal with it a couple of months. The season isn’t that long and they usually manage to survive. But, every time you dislike something...there will always be something going on in order to remind you that you hate this particular thing.
» Note: The story is written in a POV and most of the italic text refers to either thoughts or mind reading.
...
“IORI!”
The taller man lifted his dark eyes staring at the pink haired boy waving like there was no tomorrow. Iori simply shook his head, a ghostly smile playing on his lips.
“You’re doing an awesome job. Continue like that love.”
“WHAT?! I can barely hear you!”
“Oh forget it...” The light haired one closed his book, placing it on his laps looking at his boyfriend shouting, swearing, and completely angry against the innocent pedal boat. Iori knew Jun was waiting and expecting to get some sort of help, but he didn’t feel like getting wet, at least not for now.
“I-O-R-I!! Stop doing nothing!”
Bringing his sunglasses down, Iori tilted his head to the side looking at his partner right in the eyes despite the distance. “I told you to wait for me...” he replied calmly with a cornered smile floating on his face.
“Shut up!” Jun punched the water making some drops of the clear liquid fly all around him. “I’m old enough to make this stupid thing work!” Nodding for himself, he crossed his arms over his chest adopting an insulted face. The expression soon changed to one of thought. First, he would need to figure out how to get back to shore in one piece.
Starting to pedal again hoping he will get something achieved, Jun only found himself turning in circles once again. Iori chuckled lightly, replying “Apparently you can’t...” before taking a sip of his cold drink, sensing the teasing substance running down his throat. He closed his eyes a brief moment, relaxing and wondered how long it would take for his friend to get back. He was tired to be outside in this heavy, stuffing air and especially to feel his skin covered in faint sweat with the high temperature which only seemed to climb up by seconds.
“How the hell is this fucking thing working...” Jun mumbled, patience getting short and feeling his creamy skin burning under the hot summer sun only making the situation worse. “Okay... I’ll get this.” Using both hands, he started to turn in all possible ways the tiller arms still getting nowhere. “GOD DAMN FUCKING IT!” was what echoed in the surrounding areas, making the taller man laughed and almost choked on his drink.
“I HATE summer!” Jun loudly and desperately sighed throwing his head backward crossing both arms over his sweaty forehead. “Let me remind you that it was your idea to come to the cottage and not mine.” This spoken sentence came like venom to Jun’s hear, making his irritation climbing up violently. “No one forced you to come!” he snapped back, abruptly turning on his seat, kneeling on it and placed both of his hands on his hips glaring at his lover who was peacefully lying down in the shadows.
Seeing that the other man was now completely ignoring him, the pink haired boy decided to be annoying. Calling almost whining endlessly Iori’s name until the blond would respond or move one single muscle.
After a long never ending moment, Jun finally saw some movement on the beach. His victorious smile soon faded away when he saw Iori’s hand reaching out for his pocket to only take out his music device. Untangling the earphones without any hurry, the younger tried to hide his amusement with more or less success.
Gasping, the already agitated boy stood up quickly not believing what he was seeing. How dare could he shut him up like that?! “Oh you son of a bi--! OH FU--!!”
Hearing an unexpected shout followed by a “SLASPH” Iori lifted himself with both elbows gazing in the river direction. He tilted his head to the side while removing his shades and wondered what just happened. The blond then sat on the edge of the chair only to see the pedal boat without any sign of life.
“...Jun?”
Perceiving no respond he pushed himself out of the chair, panic slowly rising inside of him even if he knew he would be alright. A few seconds later, he spotted his boyfriend rapidly coming out of the water gasping for oxygen. Sighing in relief, Iori sat back unable to control his upcoming laugher after processing what probably just happened.
Catching up his breath, Jun swore and shouted loudly a few annoyed words in-between his deep cough. Frustration feeding his entire body, he grabbed the pedal boat’s cable pulling it with him as he swam his way back. He kept mumbling audible sentences, cursing, damning summer and everything surrounding him.
Dark pink locks were now sticking over his forehead and along his neck and cheeks as he stood up, water a little lower than his waist level. The black tank he wore was sticking against his body showing the pattern of his chest.
“Stop laughing you bitch!” Jun spontaneously shout with a voice filled with impatience and letting no place for making fun of. Iori stuffed his last few laughs, knowing that if he would continue... Jun would only want to kill him the second they would be close.
Looking at his lover with more attention, Iori smirked when he noticed Jun’s condition. How wet and gorgeous he was looking under the sunlight reflecting on his frail pale structure...
Walking backwards, Jun continued to pull the pedal boat with him until he missed a few steps, slid on a couple of rocks to lastly finish his course into the water at less than a foot from shore.
“...OH-MY-GOD!!” Throwing the cable away, Jun took a deep breath trying to calm himself. He ran a nervous hand into his hairs, disgusted to feel them all soggy with a few seaweeds stuck into them. Shaking his head violently from left to right hoping it would get some water and other stuff out Jun jumped lightly when he felt an arm wrapping itself around his shoulders pulling him a bit backward.
“I don’t EVER want to see this stupid thing again!” Jun pouted, staring up the light blue sky emptied of clouds. Iori laughed softly at his sentence, finding cute how his boyfriend was reacting to the entire situation, as the young never growing up kid he would always remain.
“Stop it!” The taller stared at him with a puzzled look, not too sure to understand this sudden change.
“...Stop?”
“Laughing at me you idiot!”
“Oh Jun... Don’t be like that.”
Despite his effort, Jun shivered gently when he felt the blond’s warm breath trailing along his shoulder and up to his neck. He closed his eyes at the contact of Iori’s soft lips barely brushing against his wet skin. He could easily feel the tension inside of him vanish like the dying waves erasing the wounds engraved into the tainted sand... Only to leave it all refresh after it magic brief touch, until the next thunder would arise. He tilted his head to the side, allowing more space for his lover to explore this already well known path.
As expected, Iori slowly started to suck up his neck, tasting the salted, old water which he tried to ignore. But the faint moans now escaping from Jun’s parted lips were enough for him to continue despite this unpleasant taste. His eyelids now half opened, Jun slowly turned around wanting to face his partner attracting aura, tired to stare at the bluish waters.
The sun reflecting into his golden hair only made Iori looked ten thousand times more stunning in Jun’s opinion. Without forgetting that opened white blouse, floating with the dying breeze revealing part of his silky chest made the pink haired boy shivered in eager pleasure.
Listening to his impulsion, Jun slipped one hand in between the blond’s blouse glad that it was already unbuttoned since he wasn’t in the mood to fight against unanimated objects. Without any more wait, he decided to trail his fingertips over Iori’s chest and along his waistline sending a few shivers up the other man’s spine. He continued, teasingly making his way a cornered smirk appearing over his face while the younger simply enjoyed the treatment.
Using both hands Jun gently pushed the piece of light clothe off his shoulders leaving a sweet kiss on the warm skin. Sadly for him, he didn’t have a lot of the time to enjoy this new view. The moment the blouse touched the sand, he felt Iori’s lips making their way across his neck more aggressively, yet biting it gently at every weak spots he would encounter. That unexpected change immediately sent a unique vibe across Jun’s body, making him desperately called the younger man name with a blissful tone.
Heat was starting to crawl into both of their bodies. Perfectly aware of what they desired, but both waiting for the tension to reach a higher level. Secretly asking for more, Iori ran his hand into the pink hairs bringing their lips only inches away, brushing together as they started to breathe a little more heavily. They could easily taste each other’s excitement, desire and passion.
Just as Jun was about to kiss him, Iori suddenly grabbed the bottom of Jun’s neck increasing the distance between them. Hissing lightly, the other mumbled a few words as a faint glare crossed into his eyes meeting the one of his boyfriend. A mix of amusement and mystery were dancing into the dark eyes of the light haired man during that time.
Meanwhile, suspicion started to grow into the back of Jun’s mind. There was something hidden behind that smile and especially those eyes. Just as he was about to speak up, Jun found himself shut with the collision of their lips together in a passionate way. He gasped softly, not expecting to receive the kiss had been asking for a few seconds earlier. His hand slowly trailed over Iori’s bare back, sensing him shivered lightly under his touches. The hand continued its course up to his shoulder, to finally end its trip around his neck, stroking it gently.
A low moan then escaped the back of Jun’s throat right after Iori’s tongue stroke along his. A faint one soon came from the man on top as they keep stealing each other' mouths. Adding more passion every time, they made the already heavy temperature going up a few more degrees. But the movement of the water coming and going away into a slow melody under them, counterbalance most of it.
Legs criss-crossed together slowly getting buried with the sand being deposit on them, they stared at each other right in the eyes. They both remained silent a couple more minutes, before the younger one decided to caress the abdomen of his partner. Having a little trouble lifting up the soaking tank which seemed to have merged with Jun’s body made the pink haired boy giggled a bit.
“Having trouble?” he asked, amusement filling his eyes and brightening up his face. “Not anymore...” Iori whispered against his lips, adopting the voice he knew Jun couldn’t resist. This sensual, sexy, yet controlling tone he would only use for him. He felt the man lying under him shivered like he had expected. Capturing Jun’s lips into a sweet loving kiss, Iori finally managed to bring higher the piece of cloth.
Jun then turned his head to the side breaking the kiss. “You know what...” a grinned immediately appeared on his face. Using both elbows he lifted himself a bit, “You’re not wet enough...” he whispered while running a dripping hand covered with sand into Iori’s golden hairs, soiling them.
“Hey...Don’t put sand into my hair... And why should I be wet?” Iori asked his voice a little more sensual as he continued to stroke the other man’s chest and waist with delicacy.
“Because I said so.” Jun instantly replied, his childish smile never vanishing perfectly knowing that his partner didn’t like water. Iori frowned too chuckled lightly right after, “That’s not a reason. Besides, my pants are wet.”
“Not enough. And yes it’s a good one. Plus, I’m older.”
“Oh sorry... By 2 months.”
“It still is.”
“No it’s not.”
“YES it is!”
“No it’s-- ...This is ridiculous. We’re not kids!” Iori looked at the man under him giggling and proud of himself. “And I am not getting more wet. That’s final whether you like it or not.”
“Fine!” Jun fake a pout, making all trace of seriousness disappear from Iori’s eyes as he started to laugh. A cornered smirk then started to roll over the boy’s lips, taking the slight second where his partner took off his guards to splash some water into his direction.
Not expecting this, Iori gasped and quickly returned the favour to his lover. They both glared at each other for a couple of seconds. “I hate summer...” Iori mumbled more for himself, lifting his eyes a bit to look at the river while he felt the tiny droplets dried and burned against his hot pale back. A sunburn will certainly be there tomorrow without a doubt and he knew it. Looking at the water glowing under the sunlight simply made the hidden headache reveal itself little by little. He closed his eyes a couple of seconds, feeling a bit dizzy with the excess of light and heat. Deep inside, he wished to be in the shadows again.
“And what was that for?” Iori finally asked, returning his gaze on the other man who had adopted his most innocent face ever. “I told you Io... You’re not wet enough.” Jun replied a second after the other had finished his sentence. Not letting any more time for the blond to think, Jun restarted to repetitively splash some water on him using both hands this time.
Realizing that this wasn’t effective enough and still not satisfied with the result, Jun grabbed Iori by the shoulders determined to switch their position. He wouldn’t be the only one getting wet today. Unfortunately for him, after a short debate surrounded with some laughing and flying sand, Iori was the quickest and strongest to finally straddle Jun’s hips and pin down both wrists against the sand.
The shadow of victory flew across Iori’s face as Jun protested about the situation. “This is unfair!” he glared in the younger direction, trying to free at least one of his wrists. “And you think it’s fair that you’re more dressed than I am?” the light haired man spoke, voice slowly starting to change. Jun instantly stopped his movements, captured by the tone his partner just use.
“I am not stopping you...” Jun looked at the man on top of him with loving, desiring eyes, faint lust dancing into them. They looked at each other, easily reading the craving for one another. “I know... But you’ll need to clean yourself up a bit...” Iori replied, releasing one of Jun’s wrists to trail his fingers along his jaw which was covered with sweat, water and sand, as well as part of his cheeks and neck.
“That way...” he started to stroke the other man’s neck, sensing him shivered and his breathing getting a little bit shorter. Jun always had a huge weakness when it came to his neck, and Iori knew how to take advantage of this.
“We’ll be able to continue...” His hand slowly slid up Jun’s neck at the same time those words were spoken. Iori could feel the man swallowed a bit harder and knowing that he was already filling him with excitement he then decided to grab his chin, gently pulling on it to bring their lips closer yet not touching.
“Iori...” Jun breathed out the only thing he could think, his voice sounding a bit desperate and asking for more attention. The light haired man used one of his sexiest look, loving to hear his name spoke like that.
“Because you and I both know...” he continued to talk softly close to his lips, only increasing the sensuality into his tone. “We could be doing so much more...”
Biting his own lips, the pink haired boy stuffed a few low moans while Iori barely kissed along his jaw line up to his ear. With Jun’s head currently turned to the side, the younger nibbled at the lobe receiving a few more pleasure sound.
“I know you want more...” he whispered into his ear while changing a bit of position allowing him access to one of his partner's thigh. Jun moaned again a little louder the moment he felt Iori’s hand slipped under his summer shorts.
He slowly started caressing the quivering skin only to add a bit more sensation to the already heated situation. “I guess...” Iori continued to whisper, never changing anything to his manners, “The shower can wait...”
Jun immediately nodded, unable to speak up any words with the emotions crawling into his entire body, mixing itself with the shivers running up his spine every single time Iori’s hand kept going a little higher. He truly wished Iori would kiss him right now, feel his soft lips against his own. Be able to swallow his low moans as they would keep wakening up their bodies...
“And...” Jun held his breath when the hand stopped moving a little lower than his leg's crease. The light haired man pause a second, before whispering against his ear even more faintly, “The boat is drifting away. You should get it.”
Jun eye’s shot wide open, turning abruptly his head to meet Iori’s amused face. Unable to find any coherent words to say, Jun kept staring, speechless. Meanwhile, the blond stole a last quick kiss and winked at his lover before removing himself like nothing happened.
Emotions boiling into him, Jun could feel the anger running along his veins again. Both hands formed a fist as he sat up. Glaring at Iori who was calmly picking up his abandoned blouse, Jun only managed to swear loudly cursing once again the pedal boat and summer while the other man stuffed a few laugh slowly making his way back to the cottage.
...
A/N: This is the first fiction air_mirage and I ever wrote together! And honestly, we are both very happy how the story turned out (^o^) ! Even if at first, it wasn’t even including this pairing! Haha. Anyway, we hope you all enjoyed it~! We might be doing more in the future (^_~)
» Author: air_mirage + surely_dramatic
» Rating: PG-15
» Category: J-music → Phantasmagoria
» Pairing: Iori x Jun
» Warning: Fluff // Language // Male x Male relation
» Word count: ±3,000
» Summary: For these two young men, summer is the season they could easily erase from the map, without any hesitation or regret if it was possible. Unfortunately for them, they can’t and have to deal with it a couple of months. The season isn’t that long and they usually manage to survive. But, every time you dislike something...there will always be something going on in order to remind you that you hate this particular thing.
» Note: The story is written in a POV and most of the italic text refers to either thoughts or mind reading.
...
“IORI!”
The taller man lifted his dark eyes staring at the pink haired boy waving like there was no tomorrow. Iori simply shook his head, a ghostly smile playing on his lips.
“You’re doing an awesome job. Continue like that love.”
“WHAT?! I can barely hear you!”
“Oh forget it...” The light haired one closed his book, placing it on his laps looking at his boyfriend shouting, swearing, and completely angry against the innocent pedal boat. Iori knew Jun was waiting and expecting to get some sort of help, but he didn’t feel like getting wet, at least not for now.
“I-O-R-I!! Stop doing nothing!”
Bringing his sunglasses down, Iori tilted his head to the side looking at his partner right in the eyes despite the distance. “I told you to wait for me...” he replied calmly with a cornered smile floating on his face.
“Shut up!” Jun punched the water making some drops of the clear liquid fly all around him. “I’m old enough to make this stupid thing work!” Nodding for himself, he crossed his arms over his chest adopting an insulted face. The expression soon changed to one of thought. First, he would need to figure out how to get back to shore in one piece.
Starting to pedal again hoping he will get something achieved, Jun only found himself turning in circles once again. Iori chuckled lightly, replying “Apparently you can’t...” before taking a sip of his cold drink, sensing the teasing substance running down his throat. He closed his eyes a brief moment, relaxing and wondered how long it would take for his friend to get back. He was tired to be outside in this heavy, stuffing air and especially to feel his skin covered in faint sweat with the high temperature which only seemed to climb up by seconds.
“How the hell is this fucking thing working...” Jun mumbled, patience getting short and feeling his creamy skin burning under the hot summer sun only making the situation worse. “Okay... I’ll get this.” Using both hands, he started to turn in all possible ways the tiller arms still getting nowhere. “GOD DAMN FUCKING IT!” was what echoed in the surrounding areas, making the taller man laughed and almost choked on his drink.
“I HATE summer!” Jun loudly and desperately sighed throwing his head backward crossing both arms over his sweaty forehead. “Let me remind you that it was your idea to come to the cottage and not mine.” This spoken sentence came like venom to Jun’s hear, making his irritation climbing up violently. “No one forced you to come!” he snapped back, abruptly turning on his seat, kneeling on it and placed both of his hands on his hips glaring at his lover who was peacefully lying down in the shadows.
Seeing that the other man was now completely ignoring him, the pink haired boy decided to be annoying. Calling almost whining endlessly Iori’s name until the blond would respond or move one single muscle.
After a long never ending moment, Jun finally saw some movement on the beach. His victorious smile soon faded away when he saw Iori’s hand reaching out for his pocket to only take out his music device. Untangling the earphones without any hurry, the younger tried to hide his amusement with more or less success.
Gasping, the already agitated boy stood up quickly not believing what he was seeing. How dare could he shut him up like that?! “Oh you son of a bi--! OH FU--!!”
Hearing an unexpected shout followed by a “SLASPH” Iori lifted himself with both elbows gazing in the river direction. He tilted his head to the side while removing his shades and wondered what just happened. The blond then sat on the edge of the chair only to see the pedal boat without any sign of life.
“...Jun?”
Perceiving no respond he pushed himself out of the chair, panic slowly rising inside of him even if he knew he would be alright. A few seconds later, he spotted his boyfriend rapidly coming out of the water gasping for oxygen. Sighing in relief, Iori sat back unable to control his upcoming laugher after processing what probably just happened.
Catching up his breath, Jun swore and shouted loudly a few annoyed words in-between his deep cough. Frustration feeding his entire body, he grabbed the pedal boat’s cable pulling it with him as he swam his way back. He kept mumbling audible sentences, cursing, damning summer and everything surrounding him.
Dark pink locks were now sticking over his forehead and along his neck and cheeks as he stood up, water a little lower than his waist level. The black tank he wore was sticking against his body showing the pattern of his chest.
“Stop laughing you bitch!” Jun spontaneously shout with a voice filled with impatience and letting no place for making fun of. Iori stuffed his last few laughs, knowing that if he would continue... Jun would only want to kill him the second they would be close.
Looking at his lover with more attention, Iori smirked when he noticed Jun’s condition. How wet and gorgeous he was looking under the sunlight reflecting on his frail pale structure...
Walking backwards, Jun continued to pull the pedal boat with him until he missed a few steps, slid on a couple of rocks to lastly finish his course into the water at less than a foot from shore.
“...OH-MY-GOD!!” Throwing the cable away, Jun took a deep breath trying to calm himself. He ran a nervous hand into his hairs, disgusted to feel them all soggy with a few seaweeds stuck into them. Shaking his head violently from left to right hoping it would get some water and other stuff out Jun jumped lightly when he felt an arm wrapping itself around his shoulders pulling him a bit backward.
“I don’t EVER want to see this stupid thing again!” Jun pouted, staring up the light blue sky emptied of clouds. Iori laughed softly at his sentence, finding cute how his boyfriend was reacting to the entire situation, as the young never growing up kid he would always remain.
“Stop it!” The taller stared at him with a puzzled look, not too sure to understand this sudden change.
“...Stop?”
“Laughing at me you idiot!”
“Oh Jun... Don’t be like that.”
Despite his effort, Jun shivered gently when he felt the blond’s warm breath trailing along his shoulder and up to his neck. He closed his eyes at the contact of Iori’s soft lips barely brushing against his wet skin. He could easily feel the tension inside of him vanish like the dying waves erasing the wounds engraved into the tainted sand... Only to leave it all refresh after it magic brief touch, until the next thunder would arise. He tilted his head to the side, allowing more space for his lover to explore this already well known path.
As expected, Iori slowly started to suck up his neck, tasting the salted, old water which he tried to ignore. But the faint moans now escaping from Jun’s parted lips were enough for him to continue despite this unpleasant taste. His eyelids now half opened, Jun slowly turned around wanting to face his partner attracting aura, tired to stare at the bluish waters.
The sun reflecting into his golden hair only made Iori looked ten thousand times more stunning in Jun’s opinion. Without forgetting that opened white blouse, floating with the dying breeze revealing part of his silky chest made the pink haired boy shivered in eager pleasure.
Listening to his impulsion, Jun slipped one hand in between the blond’s blouse glad that it was already unbuttoned since he wasn’t in the mood to fight against unanimated objects. Without any more wait, he decided to trail his fingertips over Iori’s chest and along his waistline sending a few shivers up the other man’s spine. He continued, teasingly making his way a cornered smirk appearing over his face while the younger simply enjoyed the treatment.
Using both hands Jun gently pushed the piece of light clothe off his shoulders leaving a sweet kiss on the warm skin. Sadly for him, he didn’t have a lot of the time to enjoy this new view. The moment the blouse touched the sand, he felt Iori’s lips making their way across his neck more aggressively, yet biting it gently at every weak spots he would encounter. That unexpected change immediately sent a unique vibe across Jun’s body, making him desperately called the younger man name with a blissful tone.
Heat was starting to crawl into both of their bodies. Perfectly aware of what they desired, but both waiting for the tension to reach a higher level. Secretly asking for more, Iori ran his hand into the pink hairs bringing their lips only inches away, brushing together as they started to breathe a little more heavily. They could easily taste each other’s excitement, desire and passion.
Just as Jun was about to kiss him, Iori suddenly grabbed the bottom of Jun’s neck increasing the distance between them. Hissing lightly, the other mumbled a few words as a faint glare crossed into his eyes meeting the one of his boyfriend. A mix of amusement and mystery were dancing into the dark eyes of the light haired man during that time.
Meanwhile, suspicion started to grow into the back of Jun’s mind. There was something hidden behind that smile and especially those eyes. Just as he was about to speak up, Jun found himself shut with the collision of their lips together in a passionate way. He gasped softly, not expecting to receive the kiss had been asking for a few seconds earlier. His hand slowly trailed over Iori’s bare back, sensing him shivered lightly under his touches. The hand continued its course up to his shoulder, to finally end its trip around his neck, stroking it gently.
A low moan then escaped the back of Jun’s throat right after Iori’s tongue stroke along his. A faint one soon came from the man on top as they keep stealing each other' mouths. Adding more passion every time, they made the already heavy temperature going up a few more degrees. But the movement of the water coming and going away into a slow melody under them, counterbalance most of it.
Legs criss-crossed together slowly getting buried with the sand being deposit on them, they stared at each other right in the eyes. They both remained silent a couple more minutes, before the younger one decided to caress the abdomen of his partner. Having a little trouble lifting up the soaking tank which seemed to have merged with Jun’s body made the pink haired boy giggled a bit.
“Having trouble?” he asked, amusement filling his eyes and brightening up his face. “Not anymore...” Iori whispered against his lips, adopting the voice he knew Jun couldn’t resist. This sensual, sexy, yet controlling tone he would only use for him. He felt the man lying under him shivered like he had expected. Capturing Jun’s lips into a sweet loving kiss, Iori finally managed to bring higher the piece of cloth.
Jun then turned his head to the side breaking the kiss. “You know what...” a grinned immediately appeared on his face. Using both elbows he lifted himself a bit, “You’re not wet enough...” he whispered while running a dripping hand covered with sand into Iori’s golden hairs, soiling them.
“Hey...Don’t put sand into my hair... And why should I be wet?” Iori asked his voice a little more sensual as he continued to stroke the other man’s chest and waist with delicacy.
“Because I said so.” Jun instantly replied, his childish smile never vanishing perfectly knowing that his partner didn’t like water. Iori frowned too chuckled lightly right after, “That’s not a reason. Besides, my pants are wet.”
“Not enough. And yes it’s a good one. Plus, I’m older.”
“Oh sorry... By 2 months.”
“It still is.”
“No it’s not.”
“YES it is!”
“No it’s-- ...This is ridiculous. We’re not kids!” Iori looked at the man under him giggling and proud of himself. “And I am not getting more wet. That’s final whether you like it or not.”
“Fine!” Jun fake a pout, making all trace of seriousness disappear from Iori’s eyes as he started to laugh. A cornered smirk then started to roll over the boy’s lips, taking the slight second where his partner took off his guards to splash some water into his direction.
Not expecting this, Iori gasped and quickly returned the favour to his lover. They both glared at each other for a couple of seconds. “I hate summer...” Iori mumbled more for himself, lifting his eyes a bit to look at the river while he felt the tiny droplets dried and burned against his hot pale back. A sunburn will certainly be there tomorrow without a doubt and he knew it. Looking at the water glowing under the sunlight simply made the hidden headache reveal itself little by little. He closed his eyes a couple of seconds, feeling a bit dizzy with the excess of light and heat. Deep inside, he wished to be in the shadows again.
“And what was that for?” Iori finally asked, returning his gaze on the other man who had adopted his most innocent face ever. “I told you Io... You’re not wet enough.” Jun replied a second after the other had finished his sentence. Not letting any more time for the blond to think, Jun restarted to repetitively splash some water on him using both hands this time.
Realizing that this wasn’t effective enough and still not satisfied with the result, Jun grabbed Iori by the shoulders determined to switch their position. He wouldn’t be the only one getting wet today. Unfortunately for him, after a short debate surrounded with some laughing and flying sand, Iori was the quickest and strongest to finally straddle Jun’s hips and pin down both wrists against the sand.
The shadow of victory flew across Iori’s face as Jun protested about the situation. “This is unfair!” he glared in the younger direction, trying to free at least one of his wrists. “And you think it’s fair that you’re more dressed than I am?” the light haired man spoke, voice slowly starting to change. Jun instantly stopped his movements, captured by the tone his partner just use.
“I am not stopping you...” Jun looked at the man on top of him with loving, desiring eyes, faint lust dancing into them. They looked at each other, easily reading the craving for one another. “I know... But you’ll need to clean yourself up a bit...” Iori replied, releasing one of Jun’s wrists to trail his fingers along his jaw which was covered with sweat, water and sand, as well as part of his cheeks and neck.
“That way...” he started to stroke the other man’s neck, sensing him shivered and his breathing getting a little bit shorter. Jun always had a huge weakness when it came to his neck, and Iori knew how to take advantage of this.
“We’ll be able to continue...” His hand slowly slid up Jun’s neck at the same time those words were spoken. Iori could feel the man swallowed a bit harder and knowing that he was already filling him with excitement he then decided to grab his chin, gently pulling on it to bring their lips closer yet not touching.
“Iori...” Jun breathed out the only thing he could think, his voice sounding a bit desperate and asking for more attention. The light haired man used one of his sexiest look, loving to hear his name spoke like that.
“Because you and I both know...” he continued to talk softly close to his lips, only increasing the sensuality into his tone. “We could be doing so much more...”
Biting his own lips, the pink haired boy stuffed a few low moans while Iori barely kissed along his jaw line up to his ear. With Jun’s head currently turned to the side, the younger nibbled at the lobe receiving a few more pleasure sound.
“I know you want more...” he whispered into his ear while changing a bit of position allowing him access to one of his partner's thigh. Jun moaned again a little louder the moment he felt Iori’s hand slipped under his summer shorts.
He slowly started caressing the quivering skin only to add a bit more sensation to the already heated situation. “I guess...” Iori continued to whisper, never changing anything to his manners, “The shower can wait...”
Jun immediately nodded, unable to speak up any words with the emotions crawling into his entire body, mixing itself with the shivers running up his spine every single time Iori’s hand kept going a little higher. He truly wished Iori would kiss him right now, feel his soft lips against his own. Be able to swallow his low moans as they would keep wakening up their bodies...
“And...” Jun held his breath when the hand stopped moving a little lower than his leg's crease. The light haired man pause a second, before whispering against his ear even more faintly, “The boat is drifting away. You should get it.”
Jun eye’s shot wide open, turning abruptly his head to meet Iori’s amused face. Unable to find any coherent words to say, Jun kept staring, speechless. Meanwhile, the blond stole a last quick kiss and winked at his lover before removing himself like nothing happened.
Emotions boiling into him, Jun could feel the anger running along his veins again. Both hands formed a fist as he sat up. Glaring at Iori who was calmly picking up his abandoned blouse, Jun only managed to swear loudly cursing once again the pedal boat and summer while the other man stuffed a few laugh slowly making his way back to the cottage.
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A/N: This is the first fiction air_mirage and I ever wrote together! And honestly, we are both very happy how the story turned out (^o^) ! Even if at first, it wasn’t even including this pairing! Haha. Anyway, we hope you all enjoyed it~! We might be doing more in the future (^_~)