[Team Four] Game
I suppose this could be longer but my brain refuses to words and I'm running out of time ;; The talk about butt-grabbing and being limited to one per tour was from episode 1 of JJL~ |D
“I’ll wash your hair every day for a week if I do it again.” Fuma declares, crossing his arms and leaning against the nearest wall as he openly watches Kento struggle out of his sweat-soaked shirt. He would offer to help, but he knew very well how that would turn out and it wasn’t something they should be doing when the kids around. “On the contrary, what’s in it for me?”
Kento slings his towel over his shoulder and turns to smirk at Fuma. “Once the tour is over, I’ll let you do whatever you want with me for a day.”
Fuma’s ears perk up at the offer. “Only one day?” He asks, pout growing more impressive by the second.
The look in Fuma’s eyes almost cause Kento to waver in his decision, but he is grateful that after so many years together with his partner, he has learnt to tell when he should resist such temptations. “Take it or leave it.”
“I’ll take it.” The reply comes almost instantly as expected, much to Kento’s amusement. Unable to resist the pout, Kento leans over to give him a quick peck on the lips before walking to his bag to retrieve a change of clothes.
Shori, who had returned to the dressing room in the middle of their conversation, looks puzzledly between Kento and Fuma for a moment before turning to Sou. “What’s going on?”
Putting down his pen and in the process, abandoning the pretense of trying to focus on his homework, Sou uses one hand to prop up his chin and grins back at Shori. “Remember how they are supposed to be limited to one butt grab per tour? Fuma-kun has already used up his quota, so Kento-kun wants him to keep his hands to himself for the rest of the tour.”
“I’m sorry I asked.” Shori deadpans. He tries to change the subject but Sou continues. “Who do you think will win? My money’s on Kento-kun.”
Upon hearing that, Fuma mock-glares at Sou for a moment before sauntering over to where Kento is still bent over his bag to wrap his arms around his waist. Pressing himself against Kento’s back, he rests his chin on Kento’s shoulder and whispers into his ear. “I hope you’re prepared because I’m definitely winning this.”
Tag faded_lace, you're it!
“I’ll wash your hair every day for a week if I do it again.” Fuma declares, crossing his arms and leaning against the nearest wall as he openly watches Kento struggle out of his sweat-soaked shirt. He would offer to help, but he knew very well how that would turn out and it wasn’t something they should be doing when the kids around. “On the contrary, what’s in it for me?”
Kento slings his towel over his shoulder and turns to smirk at Fuma. “Once the tour is over, I’ll let you do whatever you want with me for a day.”
Fuma’s ears perk up at the offer. “Only one day?” He asks, pout growing more impressive by the second.
The look in Fuma’s eyes almost cause Kento to waver in his decision, but he is grateful that after so many years together with his partner, he has learnt to tell when he should resist such temptations. “Take it or leave it.”
“I’ll take it.” The reply comes almost instantly as expected, much to Kento’s amusement. Unable to resist the pout, Kento leans over to give him a quick peck on the lips before walking to his bag to retrieve a change of clothes.
Shori, who had returned to the dressing room in the middle of their conversation, looks puzzledly between Kento and Fuma for a moment before turning to Sou. “What’s going on?”
Putting down his pen and in the process, abandoning the pretense of trying to focus on his homework, Sou uses one hand to prop up his chin and grins back at Shori. “Remember how they are supposed to be limited to one butt grab per tour? Fuma-kun has already used up his quota, so Kento-kun wants him to keep his hands to himself for the rest of the tour.”
“I’m sorry I asked.” Shori deadpans. He tries to change the subject but Sou continues. “Who do you think will win? My money’s on Kento-kun.”
Upon hearing that, Fuma mock-glares at Sou for a moment before sauntering over to where Kento is still bent over his bag to wrap his arms around his waist. Pressing himself against Kento’s back, he rests his chin on Kento’s shoulder and whispers into his ear. “I hope you’re prepared because I’m definitely winning this.”
Tag faded_lace, you're it!