“Mmmmmmh...”

He sourly grunted at his now pained left toe making a pout with his lean lips, one that he could just had made being on a state as slumber as the present one.

“Damned lousy designed houses... constructing the bedroom upstairs leaving the only bathroom downstairs... one of these days I’m gonna break my head by falling off of’em... “

However, he kept on moving down, the urgency had been so, it had woke him up.

“Mental note: don´t drink so much green tea before you go to bed...”

The urgency was becoming an emergency.

“... or water, or coke, or milk, or beer, or wine or anything that is less dense than solid, before you go to bed...”

He tripped again, now, one of his left toes was the staircases victim.

“Argh... or any other time you plan to stay upstairs for a long while.”

Fully awaked now, and swearing every single time both of his toes touched the cold floor, he directed his steps to the bathroom... but stopped just outside of it. The door was half-opened and the light was on, vapor was coming out of it, and a sparkling-water sound could be heard.

“Mmmmmmh...”

This time, the sound that rumbled out of his chest was a pleased purr and a lascive grin crept slowly through his fine features. The emergency immediately forgotten.

*Te sorprendí a través del cristal de la bañera*

He had told the guy to make himself feel at home, and that was exactly what “he” was doing in there. Sendoh knew what was happening behind the door and it made his heart to... well, not exactly too anxiously pulsating, but more to... lewdly throbbing making the blood run to a deliciously fastened pace through his now alerted body.

*Cuando una puerta abierta me invitó a mirar la escena*

He flung the door open as softly as he could, closing it soundlessly behind him and was received by a hot barrier of steam, but when it slowly vanished, by the entrancing sight of a naked male's body inside his curtainless shower.

*De tu piel que entre las nubes de vapor*

The normally fury orange hair was now a dark shade of crimson, obscured by the water that fell on it and damped it, having turned its usual puffed look, into a sexy black slicked one that defined the form of a nicely sculpted skull facing Sendoh, just like the broad back and buttocks.

*Se humedece y se despierta.*

The tall Ryonan player felt his knees turn to jelly at the dreamy vision he saw right in front of him, at such a close range.. so close to touch. He had imagined about how it would be like to finally discover the tanned forms and contours beneath the always baggy- always present clothes of Hanamichi, but imagining it, and having it suddenly death ahead, were two very different things.
He had wanted him for so long, but his stunningly coy Tensai wouldn’t obliged when it came down to letting the pants fall and see who could make who bite the pillow first.
Too young and not ready? It sounded more like a “too shy and not prepared” to him. But he had accepted the boy’s terms, after all he loved him too, not only wanting him and could be patient, he could stay contented with the cuddling and kissing... not that he was complaining, oh, no!!! He could settle for that for quite some time... well, maybe for a short one... well... maybe for some weeks ‘till the innocent red dove could adjust to the “adult” needs his new lover wanted to fullfil with some of his help... but giving it a second thought with a second look... a second REALLY GOOD look at the sensual figure standing there, some days should do enough for the adjustment.
He thought seriously that with the loud flamboyant redhead staying at his place like he had decided to do some days ago, it wasn’t gonna be easy for him to hold himself back... he didn’t think he could for much time anymore... and with self-made sufferings such like attending at this unnespected show of glistening copper skin and water dropletts licking down exotic patterns in his muscled limbs... oh dear...

*El agua cae constante te recorre y busca el suelo*

Anyway, today had been one fine day. The innocent red dove had let him go a little further than usual... a shirt and a T-shirt had went flying like comets to the last corner of the room... and, boy, has it been hard for him to stop! ‘coz one flushed panting topless Hanamichi on one’s living room carpet under one’s pulsating body was... well, if not magical, truely arousing!

*Recuerdo que en la tarde era yo quien medía tu cuerpo*

Sendoh sighed at the memories of the salty taste on the redhead’s neck skin, and the feeling of the accelerated pulse jumping there tickling his tongue, and the touch of the wandering hands kneading the muscles of his bare back...

*Con la constancia de quien descubre eso que anda buscando y aun así...*

It didn´t last long tough, ‘coz the nervous boy had started to desperately plead to him... to stop (what did ya’ thought?) when the hands and mouth had gotten scaringly serious on their loving exploration of the yet unknown body of the youngster.

*Y aun así, y aun así... y aun así se da su tiempo.*

But even then, it felt so good just to lay there within his arms wrapped around the relaxed waist and back of the still blushed boy. So tender looking then, so strong but so defenseless, and yet, with so much power over him... if he’d ever decide to say yes to the requests, to the pleadings. If he’d just agreed to...

“Aaah...”

One drooling spiky haired guy grinned stupidly... (gomen) goofily for the amusement of all the readers... (what? op, that’s not what said on the notes... lemme see... hehe, gomen, both authoress and authoress’s muse are getting a bit carried away by the tempation of making the ever cool Akira to look a lil’ bit more human... well, a lil’ ridicule sounds good? Mmmh, how about a lil’ stupid then? Ok, ok, gomen! Gomen! I’ll stop this Sen fans, gomen, I take it back... I like Sendoh... I really do!)

“Whadda’...?”

Sendoh raised his hand to his nose...

“... Woops!”

Yep, the funny feeling tickling his nose hadn’t been the threat of a sneeze...
The tall guy whirled around, but very silently though, looking for the toilet paper. A nose bleed provoked by the intense heat... of the steamfull room (tsk, tsk... guys... again?) awoke him from his profound (oh, please...) lustful reverie... but oh! The reallity surprised him again for being a LOT more pleasant.

*Y te miro a través del cristal de la bañera*

The redhaired semi-god... (aaah... gomen ne!!!) Shohoku player had finished off to rinsing his flame-like locks and picked up the soap bar to wash the rest of his body, turning just a little and twisting his waist enough to have a considerable good sight of his torso on a profiled angle.

*Recoges el jabón y me concentro en tus caderas*

He slided the bar softly to cover the silk looking skin with white humid trails.
This was self destructing, no doubt of it, for when the tanned youth reached his hips, moving the soap slowly downwards from his chest to his hard abdomen and on to the tense looking hipbones,

*Lo pasas por tu piel tan dulcemente*

the dark haired guy was sure that he, no matter how young, how healthy, how nothing was starting to show the unmistakeable symptoms of a heart attack, and would be a sure victim of an early, painful and ridiculous death if he kept on watching at the torturing sight... which he was surely NOT gonna let to go to waste, this was a one in a million opportunity!!!

*Que le envidio su carrera.*

The soap released its fragrance in contact with the water. Sendoh inhaled profoundly: sweet almonds oil. He loved that soft exotic scent emanating from Hanamichi’s body, specially mixed with his own young and masculine one when he sweated.
The lovely looking readhead bend himself to soap his long legs, and with this, he punished-pleased the poor S.F./P.G. sending him to both, the bliss of Heaven and the horrid flames of Hell when offering the complete sight of his so-well-delined rear (slurp!) and exposing the secret and once protected cavity that laid hiding on the breach between his cheeks.
Our pitiful Sendoh actually turned into a tomato-face in a record no-time and suffered from one amazing Niagara-like nosebleed (yes, here you’re right, this one was caused by his hormone-happy wicked lil’ brain).
He shut his eyes tight and cursed himself. He shouldn’t had done it! He shouldn’t had peeked!... but... how could he had not??? (I’m sure that doesn’t writes like that... ^^”) After all he was THE one and only Akira Sendoh, non other! ...~_~“
Anyway, he couldn’t keep looking at Hanamichi on his so-inviting present state or else he’ll lose it for sure. He really had to get the hell outta there without another look at that desirable lure before something dangerous happened... acctually, something dangerous was dangerously happening, and turning dangerously into something dangerously hard!

“Damn!”

And committing one hugely-terrible mistake caused by the surprise... Sendoh opened his eyes... and froze into an idiotic (gomen for the hundreth time) hypnotic state of gawk. But! Pulling out one heroicaly quick thought, avoided to raise his hungry eyes above Hanamichi’s thighs.
The veined large hands kept on covering with soap the surface of his limbs.
The white foam decorated partially the well builted muscles on those strong legs, but they looked even more attractive when it half-washed away because of the humidity of them, letting them as gleaming as rubbed with oil, leaving the muscles to define in sculpture-like lines of light and shadow.
When he was done, the youth straightened himself to let the running water wash away the foam. He tilted his head and let his hands massage his neck, then wipe away the soap with slow movements that looked like caresses.
Sendoh was sure that Hanamichi had closed his eyes.

*Tus gestos no se ven ni se ve el color de tus ojos*

The steam was getting a little heavier. It now covered his beloved’s face almost completely, but he could still see the profile of his lips, parted sweetly and a bit more pale than usual. Yes, those lips were normally a light shade of pink, like the sakura petals, but could turn into a glaring tone of red... when kissed.

*Disueltos con vapor tus labios no llevan su tono usual de rojo*

Sendoh knew the color those lips could get, and when they got a little swollen their fully contours became blazingly voluptuous. He knew the sweetness of them, he knew the softness of them, and of the face they where so perfectly placed in... but...

*Y el tono de tu piel siempre contra el de la pared*

He didn’t knew yet the feel and taste of the tanned skin that gleamed by itself under the crystal rainbow and by the cover of a thousand clear diamond drops; of the curved silhouette that defined itself shinning from the contrasting plain white wall that reflected the warm tones of fire,

*Resulta en curva, contornos, jabón y espuma*

getting while it, a little of them for itself returning it like a halo of sunset lights glowing around the boy and making him look supernatural, almost unreal surrounded by the steam and by the glow, enveloped in a velvet of soap strands and in shimmering sparkling water... he was so beautiful, inside and out.

*El remedio para mi sed, digo bien, para mi sed.*

He was just what Sendoh needed. He was exactly the answer to his questions and quests. He was sincere and clean. He was the shelter in which he protected himself from the fakeness and lies of a world full of mocks, sarcasms and untrue words, of smiling masks that ran to embrace eagerly even more fakeness, not caring about the truth, about the reality beneath the appearances. There were more true people wandering about out there... somewhere, that, he was sure about, they’ve gotta be somewhere... but for now, he had what he had always wanted, to love him, to be loved by him, and to enjoy the little things by his side: one of them, one true people, in the flesh.
... and what flesh! And right now there were some urgent “little things” he really wanted to enjoy by his side... or atop of him, it really didn’t matter the position... well, maybe just a little. And talking about positions, the one the redhead had stroke made the dark-haired one drool: he was embracing himself, his arms crossing his chest and holding himself by the shoulder and waist, receiving in his lifted face the fall of the gleaming water. He arched his neck backwards for the water to hit his exposed throat and then turned slowly as if he was going to kiss his own shoulder. His hands began to slide downwards along the side of his arm and flank. Sendoh gulped, this was getting serious now. Did Hanamichi turn the hot water to “boiling” or why was he drowning in a suddenly heated atmosphere? (duh...)
And it went worst still when the “innocent red dove” tightened his self hug and gave a low moan. Sendoh jumped in his place, hissing in pain and shutting his eyes again when landed on his swollen toes.

“What the...?” (in a loss of words Akira-chan? You’re repeating yourself, bwahaha...)

Had he heard what he thought he had???

“Mnh...”

“...”

... Twice!!!???
Risking a glance at Hanamichi’s he saw something that made his pulse to brake loose.

“My God! Where am I???”

He was lost in his own bathroom!
The vapor had become something more like a thick English fog than just bath steam, and right now he was starting to think he had been swallowed into the twilight zone! He couldn’t see beyond the point in his extended arm that marked his elbow, and due to the humidity in the air, he was starting to feel just like a tea bag... one gagging.
So that was the reason the door had been open. The flame-haired boy liked the boiling-enough-to-cook-chickens baths, uh? He liked the ardour, uh?... good, in fact, excellent!
But hey... this wasn’t fair! He couldn’t look at the guy from where he was, he had to come a little closer to know why Hanamichi had moaned... or at least to have a peek at him.
For what he could hear now, the youngster had silenced his little sounds.
Sendoh limped carefully forward ‘till he could see the redhead. Well... he should had took the little rest to take in some good breath and be prepared for the next.
His “innocent red dove” was transforming right in front of his eyes into some kind of playfuly “inviting red leopard” that stretched slowly his long strong arms above his head grabbing loosingly at his wrists and tilting his head to one side, then backwards, then to the other side, enjoying, like it was a gods pleasure, the water that ran over him, sprinkling out when it splashed against the hard coppertone skin; smoothly defined muscles ripling seductively beneath it, and displaying a slow motion contraction-expansion every time the boy breathed.

*Te estoy mirando a través...*

The tall dark-haired youth felt his smile mellow and his gaze turn from pure lasciveness, to one loving longing that made his eyes glow with tenderness.
He gave one step forward.

*... del cristal de la bañera*

Hanamichi lowered his limbs with the slow movements he had come to like, and then rested his hands on the wall, leaning against it, his arms stretched in front of him, the shoulder conjunctures relaxing, his head slanting forwards with a sigh, tensing the neck tendons and forming tight cords from his nape to the very visible shoulder bones. His back arching inwards, his rear sticking out, the water colliding into the stiffened back. Another quiet moan.

*Lo miro casi todo...*

The position and sound gave Sendoh the unmistakable sign of want. His heart really quickened this time and something inside of him snapped, his control slipping from him.
He kept on moving silently, but his motions turned wolf-like, coming near the redhead from behind. He couldn’t hold himself back, he had to take for him that temtping being and make him of his own.

*... y todo lo que veo me ciega*

The Ryonan player couldn’t contain for more time the feral necessity of crushing the sweet boy against him and make him feel what he felt inside every time he looked at the youngster; of filling his naive face with kisses and his mature body with caresses and make him groan and scream in pleasure, and drive him insane of happiness like he was by the pure presence of that boy in his life. Of telling to him in that intimate and unique way what he felt for him, what he had in his heart, to comunicate through movements, sensations and sounds that he wanted him and loved him like dear life it self, even more, and to burn slowly inside of him, knowing him like no one else had ever done it before. He loved him... and needed him NOW.
But then Hanamichi straightened his tall height and shook his head like a little child coming out of a swimming pool.

*No te he llamado y tu en tu intimidad...*

Sendoh froze in his place.

The red-haired youth took again the soap and started to rub it to his face, washing it throughoutly with one happy “ore wa Tensai” tune huming out from his closed lips.
He was just enjoying his bath at the maximum like he enjoyed everything else, that was all!

*... no te das cuenta*

The childish grin, the innocent gesture, those little things made the elder guy to put a halt to his almost uncontrollable reactions. This wasn’t right. He loved the boy and had NEVER wanted to force him into anything, and further still, he was invading the privacy of the youngster, and that he realised with one heart breaking sigh. He had to leave the boy to his own private space, and more important, he had to let him decide for himself what he wanted, and the time he wanted it.

*Pensaba visitarte y tu...*

He respected the redhead. He would come to him by himself whenever he’ll be ready for it.
Sendoh smiled one last time at the playing big kid and limped back to the door, providing to the blinding steam a way out. Right before getting out, however, he gave one hungry stare at the still tentative figure, despite all the reasoning and the childish attitude, and licked his lips.

*... tan bella e indispuesta*

“But you’d better make up your mind fast or I’ll be right there to help you get into it...”

He giggled merrily and stepped outside leaving the door slightly open, feeling just plain happy.

*Que me decidí a marcharme...*

He loved the guy, he really did, and that made him feel at ease with everything and everyone, literally stuffed with joy, he could just burst it out with every single smile.
But then he remembered something... and it was some important something... yes, it had to be very importand to push him out of bed in the middle of his beauty sleep...

“I need to pee!!!”

*... pero no a cerrar la puerta*

With that he opened the door in an urgent move and stumbled down when his feet gave up on him because of his hurt toes, only to be stopped right in the middle of his fall by one clutched hand that crushed its steel knuckles right into his face.

“Getdahellouddahereyapervert!!!”

"B-b-but Ha-hana...”

“Shuddap Sendoh, ya lousy PERVERT!!!”

“No, wait Hana, I really need something...”

*Para verte cuando escribo y no sea que...

The red hair started to undye... or maybe to melt down onto the mad face... or maybe the furious face was absorbing the fiery crimson from the locks in some weird and chamaleon phenomenon...

“And ya dare to say it just like that!!! Such a nerve!!!”

“No, Hana, wait” It’s not what you think!”

“Suuuuuure not, now the Tensai will show you a piece of his own mind!!!”

*Desaparezcas...*

Sendoh grimaced from his sprawled position on the ground at the towel-covered and utterly mad red... preparing to jump onto him to beat the living crap out of him, and right in the peak of the nozaru’s jump, he saw the dreamy vision of one beautiful unreal Hanamichi surrounded by a halo of heavenly light disappear into a dark smoke cloud with a “puff” and came jumping out of it one little red-haired demon that laughed like a maniac pointing his little finger at him on a cruel mock. (“Bwahahahaha!!!”... who was that?...)

*desaparezcas... ah, ah, ah...*

“This is gonna hurt...” – He managed to let out right before HE disappeared into a huge dark smoke cloud.