[Log] Alturo, Luppi
Title: Save Me! (Some of That Hot Ass)
Characters: Alturo (luminamon), Luppi (shinigamikender)
Timeline: October 20, 2006
Rating: PG
Summary: Luppi finds a Baywatch babe. Alturo finds it creepy that it's him.
The pool was usually reserved for the swim and water polo teams, occasionally serving an upperclassman gym class. However, after school was a bit of a different story. When the teams weren't in season, the general student populace was welcome to use the pool for a few hours after classes when the lifeguard was still on-duty. It was just one of the perks of the private school's facilities and a good way to encourage students to stay in shape.
Luppi didn't like to think of himself as chubby or even in danger of being chubby. He liked to think he was in possession of a fine enough metabolism that he didn't have to worry about things like that. However, too many weeks of take-out didn't just wreck the occasional havoc on his skin. Luppi poked at the soft white skin of his stomach cautiously. It seemed flat enough, but Luppi knew better than to trust it and hope he still looked as nice in jeans as always.
"It can't hurt, right?" he told himself, sliding into the cold water with a contented shiver.
The surface of the water had been mostly unbroken, the addition of one more went unnoticed by one of the few other students making use of the supervised pool area. Garish (to the eyes of some) blue hair had been drawn back and tied low , so that it obscured neither his eyes nor his mouth when his head turned to the side for air every few strokes. Absorbed as he was in the laps he had begun, Alturo did not notice the arrival of his least favourite -- a special skill of annoyance had garnered that title -- Espada.
That gave the Privaron bliss enough in his ignorance to complete the short aquatic endurance run, a small measure of his physical training regime. Ten laps had been his goal, one completed in short order as his hand touched the tiled side of the pool for the final time. Alturo rested there a moment, running his free hand against his hair to press out the water as he glanced around, even intent to be aware of his surroundings and who was a part of them.
Luppi pushed free from the wall, but he paused as he realized just how familiar the bright blue hair in the lane next to his was. Laughing would have been Luppi's immediate reaction, but the breath froze in his lungs as his gaze traveled lower.
Luppi rolled over in the water, scissoring back through the small space from the wall to tug on the bottom hem of Alturo's swimsuit, "A shorter swimsuit would look better, you knooow."
The environs had appeared safe -- Luppi slipped below his first glance, perhaps in the fact he had been looking intently at Alturo without the malice or teasing -- up until small fingers snagged on his swim trunks and pulled on them. Reflexively, his hands moved to cover himself -- though the tight material remained firmly in place and in that function -- and fend off the awkward vulnerability that was inevitable when a man... pulled at another man's pants.
That which he masked with a sharp glare, eyes narrowing further in recognition. "What the hell are you doing?" he snarled, backing away.
Now Luppi laughed, although a little less mockingly than he might have in the past when Alturo's body had been better hidden underneath a horribly designed delivery boy uniform. This he could appreciate a lot better, especially since he had gotten a better feel for the rude older boy. That little brush had been enough to change Alturo from an irritating Privaron with ugly hair to something Luppi might actually be interested in, if only for a few nights.
"Giving you advice," was Luppi's curt response, the dark curls of grin creeping up his cheeks.
The lanes were cordoned off and Alturo too quickly met the edge of his, not that he had been trying to retreat. There was something unnerving about the way that Luppi spoke and looked at him, a far cry from the natural petulance he had come to expect. The Privaron was almost ill-equipped to handle the turnabout of behaviour.
Despite being in water, Alturo felt rather like a fish out of it, a fact that disgruntled him and trimmed his humour shorter than its normal. "These fit fine," he countered tensely.
Luppi didn't laugh, but smiled coolly in return, "But you know that tighter pants help you swim better. They don't slow you down quite as much."
He pressed his hips forward a little, brushing small fingers against the tight black fabric of his own swimsuit with a practiced grace. This was what had gotten quite a few of Luppi's swimming instructors in trouble in the past and he knew it well.
"See? It's like what they wear in the Olympics."
Maybe were Alturo a speed swimmer, or any sort of dedicated swimmer, he would care about the hydrodynamics of the swimwear, but his laps were one token piece of an exercise regime that stretched far beyond the pool waters. That made what he wore there of little consequence, as long as he wore something, which he always did.
The Privaron opened his mouth to say something along those lines, but the slow thrust of Luppi's hips drew his attention downwards and he found himself staring with an unintended intensity at the swimwear the other wore and wha--
Alturo coughed and licked his lips, jerking his head up to focus on and glare at the other's dark eyes. No, he had not just stared at another man's crotch, nothing of the sort. And even if he had, that had been the fault of the Espada, a constant... irritation, yes, in his life.
"I'm not an Olympic athlete," he choked out after a brief moment to gain his composure and foul temper together. "So what does it matter."
Hook, line, and sinker. It wasn't too bad considering how they had been just weeks before this. Luppi would like to see this Alturo try and trip him up in the halls. He waded forward, enjoying taking the lead as always. This was where Luppi shone best, after all. He curled small hands around the divider between their lanes, resisting the urge to duck under it.
"So people wouldn't snicker at your horrible taste?" Luppi pressed, tilting his head to the side, "More than they already do, that is."
Alturo should have been ashamed -- or angry -- to find himself backing away from the encroaching Espada, but little of either emotion shaded his thoughts as he backtracked to the far side of his lane. Instinct dictated that this was beyond normal parameters, outside of even those which could lead him to react with the protective layer of bitter anger that kept him distant.
Espada hitting on Privaron.
The recap only proved the fact that this went against the grain of all things natural.
Privaron not beating Espada into the ground for the flirting.
That made one wonder how the universe had not yet exploded. Alturo might have considered it, but his thoughts were more on how to get away from this inexplicable scenario before it did just that.
Focus was garnered, at least, by the taunt Luppi offered in between his watery flirtations. Alturo narrowed his eyes, which had been otherwise staring blankly, at the shot taken at his fashion sense. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Alturo switched back to anger with surprising speed, his hot gaze almost warming Luppi with its irritation. Luppi took an easy step back. He knew skirting too close to danger with Alturo meant he could walk away from this with bruises in the very least and Luppi was hardly fond of the idea of getting any of those.
"It means just what I said," Luppi countered, kicking his legs lightly in the cool blue water, "People notice things like fashion. And they also notice how poorly you fair in it."
The comment should not have irritated Alturo quite as it did, a fact blamed on the disconcerting shift from unspoken enemies to... well, whatever it was that Luppi thought of the situation. "There's nothing wrong with the way I dress," he replied, voice even but for the traces of indignation and irritation lining it.
Alturo did not want to hear the response, or endure more of this awkward... thing. Already he could feel the break of the lane marker, responding to his motion in the water, and that he had retreated compounded the conviction to leave. With a shake of his head, he headed for the edge of the pool, spreading his hands flat on the tile as he hoisted himself up.
Luppi wasn't finished yet and he huffed as Alturo lifted himself free of the water, although he didn't miss the way the water trickled down his lean back. If he wanted the other to stay for a longer ogling session he had to think of something and fast. Luppi shot a quick glance at the lifeguard stand to make sure he was reasonably attractive just in case Alturo wasn't feeling quite so kind.
He took a deep breath of air and shrieked, plunging down into the water as if he were drowning.
Heartless bastards could have walked away from that sound, justified in their merciless manner. In short, the very sort of person expected to be a Privaron. Proud though he was to be of that club, Alturo was not so cold and heartless as to walk away at the sound of distress.
Neither, though, was he one to leap to the assistance of the very person who had just wedged him tightly between awkward and embarrassed to the point of retreating from the pool. Alturo did not walk away, and even turned slowly to witness the churning water as the Espada struggled beneath the surface.
For a moment, he stood rooted to the spot, caught between disbelief that anyone that had been treading water a moment before could be drowning now and a vague distrust for this behaviour, but the latter faded with every second that Luppi stayed caught beneath the surface.
After another moment, the Privaron glanced to the lifeguard, who had caught sight of the ruckus, but was at the far side of the pool. A Numeros might have calculated the exact number of seconds Luppi had before oxygen deprivation caused him to black out, but he did not have that luxury of mathematical thought. What he saw was the distance and the thought that the lifeguard would not make it in time.
That lead to, against his better judgment and pride, Alturo diving back into the water to save the Espada.
From the second Luppi plunged into the water, flailing with every ounce of his energy he could muster, he began counting. He wasn't much of a swimmer, but years of being picked on by larger and stronger classmates had given him a decent ability for breathing underwear that he often used for less than appropriate ventures. He didn't think he'd have to wait quite as long for the Privaron as he did, though.
It was true Luppi wasn't the most trustworthy of students as well as it was true that he wasn't even being trustworthy now, but that was no reason for Alturo to take his own time in coming to rescue him. When the dive finally came, his lungs almost hurt as if he was drowning. He didn't even think he'd need a swim to keep his weight down after all the flailing he had done.
As Alturo's form plunged beneath the surface, Luppi let his body go limp in response, letting things lead into what was hopefully the next stage of the average rescue process.
The hesitation might have cost him, or cost Luppi as the case would be. Alturo noted that in the back of his thoughts as his body cut through the water, the kick of his legs strong to bring him close to the drowning teen in only a few more seconds.
Alturo did not waste time more than he had, concern beginning to flicker when he saw Luppi sink lifelessly further beneath the surface. Strong arms circled around the Espada's torso the moment that he could reach him, pulling Luppi against him as Alturo kicked his way to the surface.
Breaking the surface, he took a heavy gasp of air, expecting Luppi to do the same. Alturo felt certain he had not been underwater that long, but rather than wait, he began to swim towards the pool edge, wide strokes made with his free arm, the occupied one keeping the Espada close and above the surface as much as possible.
Luppi supposed this was almost like actually drowning with a little more forethought. He fought to keep from breathing even as Alturo brought him to surface. It wouldn't do to fake drowning and be 'saved' so easy. Even though Alturo's body, half-naked and wet, was a temptation. Luppi resisted copping a feel.
He relaxed his jaw, taking what slow, shallow breaths he could manage without pressing too hard against Alturo's strong arm and alerting the other that this was all just a game.
Alturo reached the edge of the pool in but a moment, heaving Luppi onto the ledge and following suit. At the far side of the pool, the lifeguard had noticed the commotion and was coming around, but delay could be fatal when one was not breathing, which Luppi appeared to be.
The Privaron pulled Luppi away from the edge of the water, position the Espada to be laying on his back as he checked for breathing. Alturo did not hold still long, beginning the practiced motions of CPR -- awkward for one who only had functional training in first aid -- to resuscitate.
Leaning over Luppi, he tilted the apparently comatose Espada's head back and pushed opens his mouth so that he could lay his own over it and feed him air.
This was the moment Luppi had been waiting for, the one thing he knew he could wriggle his way into with his antics and the one reason he was most glad that Alturo had shown some kindness in diving back into the water to save him. Luppi almost felt a little sorry to abuse that grand kindness. Almost.
He waited until the first brush of Alturo's lips came, rough and awkward with a bumbling sort of efficiency. It was endearing to say the least. Luppi reached up quickly, fingers curling against wet, blue hair as he slid his tongue into Alturo's waiting mouth, pressing the unintentional kiss deeper.
Any and all air that had been going to resuscitate Luppi halted abruptly, in part by the tongue that blocked the clear flow. Unexpected only began to describe it, but any response at all would have met that criteria, given that Luppi had been drowning.
...or some imitation of it.
Baffled, his mind was a few steps behind his body, which adapted a step too quickly to the change. There was an instant of response, where hormones and instinct might have played back to the invasive tongue, but it stopped dead in its tracks.
Alturo caught his mind up to where reality was and jerked his head back to break the unwanted kiss, an effort reinforced as he tried to clamp his hands down on Luppi's shoulders to hold him against the ground. He rubbed his mouth against his arm, a swift and failed attempt to wipe away the tingling feeling left there, before his eyes narrowed on the Espada. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he growled.
Alturo wasn't half-bad considering his mouth wasn't even in the right sort of position or mood for a little round of tonsil hockey and Luppi felt almost sad when Alturo broke the impromptu kiss as violently as he did everything else.
Luppi licked his lips to clear them of the off-taste of the pool's chlorine as he blinked lazily up at Alturo, enjoying the warm press and the proximity of the other boy, even if it promised imminent violence with every gasp of breath.
He shifted, twisting his arm up under the pressure of Alturo's palm on his shoulder and threading his fingers through Alturo's hair, "Can't I thank my rescuer?"
Bewildered described Alturo astutely, though it warred with anger the more that he saw that contented expression and felt those small fingers threading through his hair. Luppi was too relaxed for someone who had, by all rights, drowned a moment before.
...by all acts, drowned a moment before.
Alturo scowled and pushed the Espada away from him, trying to scoot back in that same instant. The gravity of the ploy began to sink in as he stared at Luppi, expression darkening with the indignant embarrassment for what had been taken from him in it.
"Not when you never needed rescue," he accused.
Luppi laughed openly, sitting up and rolling his shoulders to shake off the excess water until only a light sheen glittered against his skin. He shifted to watch the other as he moved back. Obviously, that was Luppi's cue to move forward, crawling along the rough floor of the poolside. He reached forward, holding out his hand.
Luppi didn't get to play this game often and Alturo was just as fun now as he had been in the waters just minutes before. The smile curled more darkly on his lips, "You're saying you didn't enjoy it? You aren't half bad at it for a virgin, you know."
Alturo pulled back further, getting his feet beneath him in an unsteady rush to a standing position. The way that Luppi approached was far too fluid, and with the water that trickled over his skin, it almost drew his attention to it in ways that he would have preferred not experiencing.
"I am saying that it was unnecessary!" he replied hastily, backing away further. To the last part, Alturo narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, scowling. "And who said I was that.
Luppi leaned back, a mockery of a pout almost taking the place of the inevitable smile. There it was. He had Alturo squirming and he hadn't even had to do anything more to get it than being himself. He should have done this from their first meeting.
"You're not?" Luppi asked, lifting his chlorine-tainted fingers to his lips in faux surprise, "Then why are you over-reacting to a kiss? Was your first time so bad that I'm the first decent kiss you've gotten before?"
This would inevitably lead into a verbal grave. Alturo could feel himself sinking, struggling to find some response that could disarm Luppi, stuck with only choked silence as his retort. His arms feel awkwardly to his sides, his posture and posing broken somewhat by the response as colour darkened with anger more than embarrassment.
"This was not a kiss, it was CPR!" he growled, clenching his fingers into a fist as he ventured a half step forward threateningly, to silence the Espada.
It was the interruption of the life guard that saved Luppi from a bruised eye, the man arriving to check on the supposed drowning victim. Alturo scowled and took the step in reverse tightening his fist briefly before he turned and headed towards the showers, intent to get away from Luppi, shower (cold), and leave before this could catch up with him.
Characters: Alturo (luminamon), Luppi (shinigamikender)
Timeline: October 20, 2006
Rating: PG
Summary: Luppi finds a Baywatch babe. Alturo finds it creepy that it's him.
The pool was usually reserved for the swim and water polo teams, occasionally serving an upperclassman gym class. However, after school was a bit of a different story. When the teams weren't in season, the general student populace was welcome to use the pool for a few hours after classes when the lifeguard was still on-duty. It was just one of the perks of the private school's facilities and a good way to encourage students to stay in shape.
Luppi didn't like to think of himself as chubby or even in danger of being chubby. He liked to think he was in possession of a fine enough metabolism that he didn't have to worry about things like that. However, too many weeks of take-out didn't just wreck the occasional havoc on his skin. Luppi poked at the soft white skin of his stomach cautiously. It seemed flat enough, but Luppi knew better than to trust it and hope he still looked as nice in jeans as always.
"It can't hurt, right?" he told himself, sliding into the cold water with a contented shiver.
The surface of the water had been mostly unbroken, the addition of one more went unnoticed by one of the few other students making use of the supervised pool area. Garish (to the eyes of some) blue hair had been drawn back and tied low , so that it obscured neither his eyes nor his mouth when his head turned to the side for air every few strokes. Absorbed as he was in the laps he had begun, Alturo did not notice the arrival of his least favourite -- a special skill of annoyance had garnered that title -- Espada.
That gave the Privaron bliss enough in his ignorance to complete the short aquatic endurance run, a small measure of his physical training regime. Ten laps had been his goal, one completed in short order as his hand touched the tiled side of the pool for the final time. Alturo rested there a moment, running his free hand against his hair to press out the water as he glanced around, even intent to be aware of his surroundings and who was a part of them.
Luppi pushed free from the wall, but he paused as he realized just how familiar the bright blue hair in the lane next to his was. Laughing would have been Luppi's immediate reaction, but the breath froze in his lungs as his gaze traveled lower.
Luppi rolled over in the water, scissoring back through the small space from the wall to tug on the bottom hem of Alturo's swimsuit, "A shorter swimsuit would look better, you knooow."
The environs had appeared safe -- Luppi slipped below his first glance, perhaps in the fact he had been looking intently at Alturo without the malice or teasing -- up until small fingers snagged on his swim trunks and pulled on them. Reflexively, his hands moved to cover himself -- though the tight material remained firmly in place and in that function -- and fend off the awkward vulnerability that was inevitable when a man... pulled at another man's pants.
That which he masked with a sharp glare, eyes narrowing further in recognition. "What the hell are you doing?" he snarled, backing away.
Now Luppi laughed, although a little less mockingly than he might have in the past when Alturo's body had been better hidden underneath a horribly designed delivery boy uniform. This he could appreciate a lot better, especially since he had gotten a better feel for the rude older boy. That little brush had been enough to change Alturo from an irritating Privaron with ugly hair to something Luppi might actually be interested in, if only for a few nights.
"Giving you advice," was Luppi's curt response, the dark curls of grin creeping up his cheeks.
The lanes were cordoned off and Alturo too quickly met the edge of his, not that he had been trying to retreat. There was something unnerving about the way that Luppi spoke and looked at him, a far cry from the natural petulance he had come to expect. The Privaron was almost ill-equipped to handle the turnabout of behaviour.
Despite being in water, Alturo felt rather like a fish out of it, a fact that disgruntled him and trimmed his humour shorter than its normal. "These fit fine," he countered tensely.
Luppi didn't laugh, but smiled coolly in return, "But you know that tighter pants help you swim better. They don't slow you down quite as much."
He pressed his hips forward a little, brushing small fingers against the tight black fabric of his own swimsuit with a practiced grace. This was what had gotten quite a few of Luppi's swimming instructors in trouble in the past and he knew it well.
"See? It's like what they wear in the Olympics."
Maybe were Alturo a speed swimmer, or any sort of dedicated swimmer, he would care about the hydrodynamics of the swimwear, but his laps were one token piece of an exercise regime that stretched far beyond the pool waters. That made what he wore there of little consequence, as long as he wore something, which he always did.
The Privaron opened his mouth to say something along those lines, but the slow thrust of Luppi's hips drew his attention downwards and he found himself staring with an unintended intensity at the swimwear the other wore and wha--
Alturo coughed and licked his lips, jerking his head up to focus on and glare at the other's dark eyes. No, he had not just stared at another man's crotch, nothing of the sort. And even if he had, that had been the fault of the Espada, a constant... irritation, yes, in his life.
"I'm not an Olympic athlete," he choked out after a brief moment to gain his composure and foul temper together. "So what does it matter."
Hook, line, and sinker. It wasn't too bad considering how they had been just weeks before this. Luppi would like to see this Alturo try and trip him up in the halls. He waded forward, enjoying taking the lead as always. This was where Luppi shone best, after all. He curled small hands around the divider between their lanes, resisting the urge to duck under it.
"So people wouldn't snicker at your horrible taste?" Luppi pressed, tilting his head to the side, "More than they already do, that is."
Alturo should have been ashamed -- or angry -- to find himself backing away from the encroaching Espada, but little of either emotion shaded his thoughts as he backtracked to the far side of his lane. Instinct dictated that this was beyond normal parameters, outside of even those which could lead him to react with the protective layer of bitter anger that kept him distant.
Espada hitting on Privaron.
The recap only proved the fact that this went against the grain of all things natural.
Privaron not beating Espada into the ground for the flirting.
That made one wonder how the universe had not yet exploded. Alturo might have considered it, but his thoughts were more on how to get away from this inexplicable scenario before it did just that.
Focus was garnered, at least, by the taunt Luppi offered in between his watery flirtations. Alturo narrowed his eyes, which had been otherwise staring blankly, at the shot taken at his fashion sense. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Alturo switched back to anger with surprising speed, his hot gaze almost warming Luppi with its irritation. Luppi took an easy step back. He knew skirting too close to danger with Alturo meant he could walk away from this with bruises in the very least and Luppi was hardly fond of the idea of getting any of those.
"It means just what I said," Luppi countered, kicking his legs lightly in the cool blue water, "People notice things like fashion. And they also notice how poorly you fair in it."
The comment should not have irritated Alturo quite as it did, a fact blamed on the disconcerting shift from unspoken enemies to... well, whatever it was that Luppi thought of the situation. "There's nothing wrong with the way I dress," he replied, voice even but for the traces of indignation and irritation lining it.
Alturo did not want to hear the response, or endure more of this awkward... thing. Already he could feel the break of the lane marker, responding to his motion in the water, and that he had retreated compounded the conviction to leave. With a shake of his head, he headed for the edge of the pool, spreading his hands flat on the tile as he hoisted himself up.
Luppi wasn't finished yet and he huffed as Alturo lifted himself free of the water, although he didn't miss the way the water trickled down his lean back. If he wanted the other to stay for a longer ogling session he had to think of something and fast. Luppi shot a quick glance at the lifeguard stand to make sure he was reasonably attractive just in case Alturo wasn't feeling quite so kind.
He took a deep breath of air and shrieked, plunging down into the water as if he were drowning.
Heartless bastards could have walked away from that sound, justified in their merciless manner. In short, the very sort of person expected to be a Privaron. Proud though he was to be of that club, Alturo was not so cold and heartless as to walk away at the sound of distress.
Neither, though, was he one to leap to the assistance of the very person who had just wedged him tightly between awkward and embarrassed to the point of retreating from the pool. Alturo did not walk away, and even turned slowly to witness the churning water as the Espada struggled beneath the surface.
For a moment, he stood rooted to the spot, caught between disbelief that anyone that had been treading water a moment before could be drowning now and a vague distrust for this behaviour, but the latter faded with every second that Luppi stayed caught beneath the surface.
After another moment, the Privaron glanced to the lifeguard, who had caught sight of the ruckus, but was at the far side of the pool. A Numeros might have calculated the exact number of seconds Luppi had before oxygen deprivation caused him to black out, but he did not have that luxury of mathematical thought. What he saw was the distance and the thought that the lifeguard would not make it in time.
That lead to, against his better judgment and pride, Alturo diving back into the water to save the Espada.
From the second Luppi plunged into the water, flailing with every ounce of his energy he could muster, he began counting. He wasn't much of a swimmer, but years of being picked on by larger and stronger classmates had given him a decent ability for breathing underwear that he often used for less than appropriate ventures. He didn't think he'd have to wait quite as long for the Privaron as he did, though.
It was true Luppi wasn't the most trustworthy of students as well as it was true that he wasn't even being trustworthy now, but that was no reason for Alturo to take his own time in coming to rescue him. When the dive finally came, his lungs almost hurt as if he was drowning. He didn't even think he'd need a swim to keep his weight down after all the flailing he had done.
As Alturo's form plunged beneath the surface, Luppi let his body go limp in response, letting things lead into what was hopefully the next stage of the average rescue process.
The hesitation might have cost him, or cost Luppi as the case would be. Alturo noted that in the back of his thoughts as his body cut through the water, the kick of his legs strong to bring him close to the drowning teen in only a few more seconds.
Alturo did not waste time more than he had, concern beginning to flicker when he saw Luppi sink lifelessly further beneath the surface. Strong arms circled around the Espada's torso the moment that he could reach him, pulling Luppi against him as Alturo kicked his way to the surface.
Breaking the surface, he took a heavy gasp of air, expecting Luppi to do the same. Alturo felt certain he had not been underwater that long, but rather than wait, he began to swim towards the pool edge, wide strokes made with his free arm, the occupied one keeping the Espada close and above the surface as much as possible.
Luppi supposed this was almost like actually drowning with a little more forethought. He fought to keep from breathing even as Alturo brought him to surface. It wouldn't do to fake drowning and be 'saved' so easy. Even though Alturo's body, half-naked and wet, was a temptation. Luppi resisted copping a feel.
He relaxed his jaw, taking what slow, shallow breaths he could manage without pressing too hard against Alturo's strong arm and alerting the other that this was all just a game.
Alturo reached the edge of the pool in but a moment, heaving Luppi onto the ledge and following suit. At the far side of the pool, the lifeguard had noticed the commotion and was coming around, but delay could be fatal when one was not breathing, which Luppi appeared to be.
The Privaron pulled Luppi away from the edge of the water, position the Espada to be laying on his back as he checked for breathing. Alturo did not hold still long, beginning the practiced motions of CPR -- awkward for one who only had functional training in first aid -- to resuscitate.
Leaning over Luppi, he tilted the apparently comatose Espada's head back and pushed opens his mouth so that he could lay his own over it and feed him air.
This was the moment Luppi had been waiting for, the one thing he knew he could wriggle his way into with his antics and the one reason he was most glad that Alturo had shown some kindness in diving back into the water to save him. Luppi almost felt a little sorry to abuse that grand kindness. Almost.
He waited until the first brush of Alturo's lips came, rough and awkward with a bumbling sort of efficiency. It was endearing to say the least. Luppi reached up quickly, fingers curling against wet, blue hair as he slid his tongue into Alturo's waiting mouth, pressing the unintentional kiss deeper.
Any and all air that had been going to resuscitate Luppi halted abruptly, in part by the tongue that blocked the clear flow. Unexpected only began to describe it, but any response at all would have met that criteria, given that Luppi had been drowning.
...or some imitation of it.
Baffled, his mind was a few steps behind his body, which adapted a step too quickly to the change. There was an instant of response, where hormones and instinct might have played back to the invasive tongue, but it stopped dead in its tracks.
Alturo caught his mind up to where reality was and jerked his head back to break the unwanted kiss, an effort reinforced as he tried to clamp his hands down on Luppi's shoulders to hold him against the ground. He rubbed his mouth against his arm, a swift and failed attempt to wipe away the tingling feeling left there, before his eyes narrowed on the Espada. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he growled.
Alturo wasn't half-bad considering his mouth wasn't even in the right sort of position or mood for a little round of tonsil hockey and Luppi felt almost sad when Alturo broke the impromptu kiss as violently as he did everything else.
Luppi licked his lips to clear them of the off-taste of the pool's chlorine as he blinked lazily up at Alturo, enjoying the warm press and the proximity of the other boy, even if it promised imminent violence with every gasp of breath.
He shifted, twisting his arm up under the pressure of Alturo's palm on his shoulder and threading his fingers through Alturo's hair, "Can't I thank my rescuer?"
Bewildered described Alturo astutely, though it warred with anger the more that he saw that contented expression and felt those small fingers threading through his hair. Luppi was too relaxed for someone who had, by all rights, drowned a moment before.
...by all acts, drowned a moment before.
Alturo scowled and pushed the Espada away from him, trying to scoot back in that same instant. The gravity of the ploy began to sink in as he stared at Luppi, expression darkening with the indignant embarrassment for what had been taken from him in it.
"Not when you never needed rescue," he accused.
Luppi laughed openly, sitting up and rolling his shoulders to shake off the excess water until only a light sheen glittered against his skin. He shifted to watch the other as he moved back. Obviously, that was Luppi's cue to move forward, crawling along the rough floor of the poolside. He reached forward, holding out his hand.
Luppi didn't get to play this game often and Alturo was just as fun now as he had been in the waters just minutes before. The smile curled more darkly on his lips, "You're saying you didn't enjoy it? You aren't half bad at it for a virgin, you know."
Alturo pulled back further, getting his feet beneath him in an unsteady rush to a standing position. The way that Luppi approached was far too fluid, and with the water that trickled over his skin, it almost drew his attention to it in ways that he would have preferred not experiencing.
"I am saying that it was unnecessary!" he replied hastily, backing away further. To the last part, Alturo narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, scowling. "And who said I was that.
Luppi leaned back, a mockery of a pout almost taking the place of the inevitable smile. There it was. He had Alturo squirming and he hadn't even had to do anything more to get it than being himself. He should have done this from their first meeting.
"You're not?" Luppi asked, lifting his chlorine-tainted fingers to his lips in faux surprise, "Then why are you over-reacting to a kiss? Was your first time so bad that I'm the first decent kiss you've gotten before?"
This would inevitably lead into a verbal grave. Alturo could feel himself sinking, struggling to find some response that could disarm Luppi, stuck with only choked silence as his retort. His arms feel awkwardly to his sides, his posture and posing broken somewhat by the response as colour darkened with anger more than embarrassment.
"This was not a kiss, it was CPR!" he growled, clenching his fingers into a fist as he ventured a half step forward threateningly, to silence the Espada.
It was the interruption of the life guard that saved Luppi from a bruised eye, the man arriving to check on the supposed drowning victim. Alturo scowled and took the step in reverse tightening his fist briefly before he turned and headed towards the showers, intent to get away from Luppi, shower (cold), and leave before this could catch up with him.