It was a hot day in Kanagawa. A very hot day mind you.
And boy, did Hanamichi know it.
He could feel the heat coursing through his body; feel the tickling sensation of
sweat falling like heavy rivulets down his tanned body. He carelessly mopped
them away with his shirt that was soaked heavily in them, not bothering how
mussed up he looked when he did that. Groaning, he looked up at the merciless
sky. Nope, still blue and clear. No sign of an impending rainstorm to him.
Stupid weather, why can’t it rain?
Home was just too far away. The shower was even further. Hanamichi wanted feel
the cold spray on his hot body, wanted to taste the wet iciness in his mouth as
the burning heat he felt gently ebb away into a distant memory. He opened one
eye he didn’t know he had closed and squinted hopefully at the sky again.
Damn, still no dark cloud. If this heat continued, he might as well take an
early siesta and push the shower to later. The strong sun made his mind drowsy
and he swayed as he stood on the hot sidewalk. At any moment now he would crash
on its scorching surface and pronounce himself as another victim to an extreme
case of sunstroke. He imagined the sight he would make. He didn’t like the
image at all. He needed to find a place to sleep now!
Hanamichi changed direction and tried walking quickly to the nearest park. A
park preferably with soft green grass to lay on and tall trees casting dark cool
shades. Hanamichi smiled lazily at the idea. Seemed very appealing to him. He
just couldn’t wait to lay his heat-drenched body on some cool surface and
stare mockingly at the sky, which he felt was out to get him for some misdeed he
wasn’t sure he committed. Did he forget to recycle again? Maybe if some idiot
did a rain dance, would the sky relent and let down some rain? Images of tiny
Hanamichis doing a frenzied dance around a hot fire didn’t sound at all good
to him. Too much energy would be wasted, and it would only make him more hot and
bothered. But Hanamichi kept smiling for not apparent reason. Maybe the heat had
finally got to his head, controlling whatever limited brain cells he had in
there.
His smile didn’t vanish, not even when a stranger bumped into him, making him
lose his momentum for a while. The heat haze in his mind cleared slightly and it
was only then he realized who the culprit was. Rukawa Kaede. Sleepy Rukawa
Kaede. Hot sweaty Rukawa Kaede clad in a thin shirt damp from his sweat and
clinging oh so perfectly around his lean cat-like frame. Did anyone notice how
provocatively shrunken Rukawa’s short shorts were? They didn’t seem so short
during practice, Hanamichi recalled. Maybe they shrunk from the heat. If
Hanamichi could, he would have grinned ferally. But his smile only came out
lopsided, and he began to sweat more. Damn his hormones, damn the heat!
Rukawa grunted when he saw Hanamichi. Their previous animosity was resolved ages
ago, much to Akagi’s (and Haruko’s, but who cares about her?) delight,
making them become the best basketball weapons Shohoku had ever seen. And
Hanamichi’s jealousy gave way to admiration for Rukawa’s basketball skills,
his character, his body…body? Of course, it can’t be denied that Rukawa had
a gorgeous body, and a delicious arse too…oh the arse, don’t let Hanamichi
get started on the arse now… but that was beside the point. The point was that
Hanamichi had seen on numerable occasions Rukawa naked in the locker room –
Naked Rukawa showering, Naked Rukawa drying off, Naked Rukawa bending over to
pick up his clothes…
“D’oaho”
What was the point again? Hanamichi couldn’t remember now.
The image of Naked Rukawa bending down sizzled and evaporated at the sound of
the Real Rukawa’s voice. Oh the voice! It was enough to send shivers down
Hanamichi’s spine despite of the humid heat. Hanamichi lopsided smile began to
take the shape he had originally intended it to be. He was delighted, but not
entirely so when he realized that Rukawa was talking to him with his eyes shut.
Even with his eyes closed, he looked so uke-ish and Hana’s seme instincts went
on overdrive. He managed to stop himself on time from emitting a primal growl.
“So Rukawa, what are you doing here? I thought you should be asleep somewhere
by now…” drawled Hanamichi lazily, trying to keep up a nonchalant attitude
but not succeeding rather well. Rukawa opened his eyes but resumed ignoring him.
Hanamichi could almost sense the discomfort the dark-haired fox was experiencing
and almost pitied him. They continued staring at each other, not wanting to move
lest they would drop down and burn themselves on the hot stove-like concrete
pavement.
From somewhere within Hanamichi’s fuzzy mind, he heard a familiar musical
tinkling. Ice cream!, his mind screamed. Gathering strength from an unknown
source, his legs began moving by themselves towards the direction of the ringing
and he found himself standing in line – a long line – for ice cream. When
his turn came, he greedily bought himself two iced Popsicles and gobbled them
down instantly. At the shocked expression of the ice cream seller, Hanamichi
demanded for two more while paying and he marched off with his treasures in
hand, ignoring the noisy barrage of insults he received from the other buyers
for so selfishly depleting the precious stock of Popsicles.
Returning to the spot he was before, he found Rukawa leaning against a lamppost
and had resumed his sleep. Hanamichi poked him in ribs, ducked from a well-aimed
blow and stuck the unwrapped Popsicle into Rukawa’s mouth. Rukawa stared
cross-eyed at the flavoured ice sticking out of his mouth and began sucking
experimentally. Hanamichi nearly flooded the pavement at the sight.
“This is…” Rukawa sucked some more, “this is strawberry. I don’t like
strawberry.”
“Too bad ‘cos that’s all I have. Unless you want orange but I like orange.
You should be thanking me, you know,” said Hanamichi as he proceeded to unwrap
his flavoured ice. Rukawa grunted and resumed his sucking.
Conveniently, there was a nearby park with the said soft green grass and tall
shady trees. Hanamichi picked a particularly secluded spot and flopped down,
with his left arm supporting his head and his right holding the Popsicle, which
he sucked with his eyes closed. Heaven indeed, his mind murmured languidly.
To his surprise, Rukawa reclined against a tree three feet away from him.
Hanamichi was secretly pleased at their proximity. Knowing from experience that
by the time Hanamichi was done with his ice, Rukawa would have fallen asleep,
leaving him defenceless and open to Hanamichi’s hungry gaze. An afternoon
spent looking, no, ravishing Rukawa’s utterly no-words-can-describe yummy body
with his eyes sounded like the best way anyone, especially a hentai such as him,
could spend the day. That sounded like a very good idea to Hanamichi, half
frightening himself slightly that for once he had actually thought of something
brilliant. He sucked his Popsicle loudly in delight over his unusual display of
cleverness.
Hanamichi turned his head to check whether Rukawa was asleep yet and found
Rukawa staring at him, with a strange look in his eyes. Seemed like lust to
Hanamichi but he had no chance to analyse it further for Rukawa quickly snapped
his eyes shut and pretended to sleep. A faint tinge of pink coloured his cheeks.
Lust eh?, Hanamichi smirked knowingly as another better idea popped into his
head. I’ll give you something else far more interesting to look at, he thought
evilly.
~*~
Rukawa knew he had his eyes shut on purpose. He knew he should not have stared
at Hanamichi sucking his ice no matter how provocative the image was, the ice
melting into his warm cavern, how slowly the ice moved up and back into in to
his wet mouth…Rukawa stopped himself angrily. This was Hanamichi he was
looking at and he knew that only too well. He had been staring discreetly at
Hanamichi’s sinfully delectable body, watching the lithe movements he made
during practice and how good he looked when wet. The sweat-drenched shirt he was
wearing did nothing to hide the muscled planes of his body; in fact it merely
accentuated them. Hanamichi might as well not wear a shirt to save himself from
the discomfort from just wearing one.
He felt something wet flung towards him; close but not close enough. And it
smelt distinctly of Hanamichi. Damn, Rukawa spoke too soon.
Carefully lifting one eye open, he peered in the direction of Hanamichi’s
horizontal figure. He saw a brown, sweaty washboard of a stomach and a heaving
chest. Rukawa felt a distinct stirring in his pants. Not now, down boy, his mind
coaxed his member. He had almost succeeded if it weren’t for his eyes staring
fixed at a particular sight he had never expected to see, let alone knew he
should not see. But he could not bring himself to look away, could not tear his
eyes away despite knowing that he could be in deep trouble for looking at it.
Hanamichi was still in the same position, even after he had taken off and
carelessly flung his shirt towards Rukawa. With his left arm behind his head, he
continued sucking his Popsicle. In slow, deliberate movements. Rukawa watched
transfixed at the erotic sight of the wet gleaming orange ice travelling so
slowly down into Hanamichi’s mouth and up again in the same pace.
Hanamichi’s mouth opened slightly to let his tongue to skate out and wrap
itself around the tip, flicking and probing at it. The melted ice fell in sweet
wet drops into his mouth and occasionally over his face. Hanamichi lapped them
up, running his tongue over his red moist lips and sighed in delight; the sound
of it reaching only too painfully to Rukawa’s groin.
Hanamichi’s tongue licked the sides of his ice avidly with his eyes closed and
Rukawa watched fascinated at the play of pleasure and hunger on Hanamichi’s
face. Without helping himself, Rukawa accidentally groaned aloud and he quickly
stopped another from coming out. He shot a glance at Hanamichi to see if he
heard it but he wasn’t sure. Hanamichi didn’t halt his actions. If anything
it only quickened the pace. Hanamichi suddenly plunged the ice into his mouth
and deep throated it, making obscene happy sounds as he did. While deep
throating the ice, he hummed clearly for Rukawa’s ears and to add a little
twist to the situation, he arched his back slightly off the ground. Rukawa
gasped and this time he didn’t care if Hanamichi heard it. He continued
watching the redhead fucking the Popsicle in his mouth and hearing the delicious
sounds Hanamichi produced when doing it.
And through out the whole scene, Rukawa saw the fluid motions of Hanamichi’s
throat swallowing the ice. Rukawa’s fevered imagination of Hanamichi doing
that to him only made him quake further from the excitement he received from the
picture. Hanamichi flat on his back as Rukawa crouched over his face, Hanamichi
sucking on his cock with half-lidded eyes, making those hungry sounds as his
lips travelled up and down Rukawa’s length…
Rukawa found himself staring at Hanamichi’s opened eyes and it was too late to
escape the fact that he had watched Hanamichi’s little show. Hanamichi’s
eyes lowered to his crotch. Rukawa realized for the first time how aroused he
was from the tightness in his shorts. He grew embarrassed and wanted hide from
Hanamichi’s heated gaze but he couldn’t. Deep inside, he was anticipating
for something more and his body desired it.
Throwing the wooden stick behind him, Hanamichi slowly lifted himself onto his
knees and crawled cat-like to Rukawa. Rukawa’s blue eyes widened in surprise
when Hanamichi zeroed on to his rapidly melting Popsicle that he had forgotten.
While looking deep into his eyes, Hanamichi lowered his mouth onto Rukawa’s
ice and slurped the remnants. It didn’t take long and within a few seconds,
the ice was gone. But Hanamichi didn’t stop. He continued licking the ice
cream stick with his pink tongue, savouring the remaining sweetness on the
stick. And from the stick, Hanamichi’s tongue travelled to Rukawa’s hand
where the sticky droplets of sugared water had slid messily on to his fingers.
Rukawa shuddered slightly from the cold tongue licking his skin. Hanamichi
hungrily lapped up whatever was left on Rukawa’s fingers, swirling his tongue
and sucking the fingers one by one into his moist mouth. Hanamichi continued
looking into Rukawa’s aroused eyes as he released Rukawa’s fingers and began
to work on Rukawa’s palm and then the wrist.
Lifting his head from nibbling gently at Rukawa’s wrist, Hanamichi was finally
satisfied that everything was tasted and cleaned. Rukawa stared hazily at him,
wondering was coming next. Hanamichi finally smiled ferally at him.
“Would you like to come over to my place for ice cream?”
~*~
The End
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