lg: sanada and yukimura
May. 10th, 2006 10:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shattermelt"Come here." Yukimura gently crooked a finger at Sanada to soften the order, smearing aloe vera gel on his nose once he edged closer. "So much for SPF30." While not badly, both of them had gotten the crispy end of the sun and had spent much of their last day lounging in the airconditioned comfort of their room. "I gave you the bus tickets, right?"
Sanada frowned slightly at the pasting of gel on his nose, but he stood patiently until Seiichi was finished. It wasn't that bad of a burn, really.
"Yes, I have them," he answered, rather than point out that Seiichi's fair skin had burned more badly than his own, and he shouldn't be worrying about Genichirou. He had a feeling that Seiichi wouldn't appreciate that.
"Good." It was not that he thought that either of them would forget them, but more a force of habit. While Yukimura Seiichi could delegate, and felt confident in delegating things to Sanada, there was still the anxiety of letting something out of his own hands. Nevertheless, he reminded himself, he was less fanatical about such things now than three years ago. If the mysterious illness hadn't derailed him, stress and obsession would have taken its place. In some ways, getting sick was the best thing to happen to him. In retrospect, of course.
Just barely, Yukimura resisted drawing a smiley face with the pale green gel on the tip of Sanada's nose. Instead, he rubbed it in, pleased when it seemed to make the angry red hue recede a bit. "Can you get my shoulders?" he asked, offering the bottle to Genichirou. "I'm not as good at being a contortionist anymore."
Sanada nodded, suppressing the flicker of worry at the words, and took the bottle of soothing gel, spreading a generous amount on Seiichi's shoulders and rubbing it in with strong, gentle hands. It had been an enjoyable trip, so a bit of sunburn for himself was a small price to pay. It was far less acceptable when it was Seiichi getting burned as well.
"We should have been more careful," he noted, although they had used sunblock. There wasn't much more they could have done to avoid it, save to stay indoors, which was not why they had come. Sanada thought he wouldn't have minded much, however. Being stuck inside with Seiichi was not a hardship.
"Mmm, that feels good. Better than yesterday." Indeed, Seiichi had been sore then, but today the aloe, and Sanada's hands, was very welcome. Head down, Yukimura's shoulders shook under Sanada's hands with laughter. "We were. But sometimes you just can't outsmart the sun, it seems." He didn't bring up their missing out on surfing; one, it brought up Davide and that was a touchy subject for Genichirou, and two, he wasn't sure if Genichirou even knew /how/ to surf or cared to learn.
"Would you hand me my shirt?" One slender hand gestured towards a lump of fabric draped over the room's lone Western chair. "I almost don't want to go home, I've had too good a time with you."
Seiichi was laughing. That was probably good? Sanada reached for the shirt and silently handed it over, not without some reluctance. Seiichi looked good without it.
"I enjoyed it," he admitted. "I am not looking forward to going home as much as I might." Even though going home meant tennis, and what did that say about how much he enjoyed Seiichi's company? He didn't really want to think about that.
"Perhaps we can do this again."
His skin had quickly absorbed the gel, and Yukimura slid on the button-up shirt, doing it up only partway for the moment. "I'd be all for a repeat. When is our next holiday? Summer...which will be so full of tennis we won't have time to blink." No, summer would be impossible, not with his sights set on winning a title this year.
He bent down, rolling up the rest of his loose clothing and tucking it into his bag. "The photos should be ready, and we can pick them up on the way to the bus stop."
Sanada restrained a sigh. Yes, summer would be busy. It would be a long time before they could do this again. A long time before he could have Seiichi to himself again. Somehow, tennis didn't quite compensate, even if they did win a title.
"You're not going to show them to everyone, are you?" he asked warily. Photos. Damn it. They were good photos and he wouldn't mind having copies for himself, but he wasn't sure at all that he wanted others to see them.
Yukimura raised his head, surprised Sanada would even ask. "No. Not unless you want me to. I think some of my temple appreciation would be lost on others." He smiled and got to his feet, tucking the bag under his arm to button his shirt the rest of the way. "Renji would like them, though."
Sanada made a soft grunt of assent, thinking about it. It was true that Renji would like the pictures, and Renji wasn't really on his list of people he would object to seeing them.
"Renji would be okay," he agreed, a bit grudgingly at having to give up any ground at all, but Renji was a good friend and he would enjoy them, so it wasn't really fair to say no.
"I'm glad. How about I have you both over on Sunday for dinner?" Yukimura's mind had already jumped several steps ahead in the planning of said dinner, first on the list how to distract his mother in order to get his hands in the kitchen. Yukimura Shimako was not one to yield her purview, even to her son for his friends. No matter that Genichirou had been coming over since both boys were in short pants, he was still company and still rated her cooking.
Yukimura squeezed out a little more aloe to rub on his face, taking care with his nose. Even the places that didn't hurt felt dry, which meant he should peel quite spectacularly, and much to the amusement of his team. "We've got a good bus ride ahead of us. Would you like to eat first or just grab snacks from the conbini when we get the pictures?"
Sanada shrugged, watching out of the corner of his eye as Seiichi put more aloe on his face. He'd really gotten burned pretty good, and Genichirou was trying not to look too concerned about it. Just a sunburn.
"We can eat if you like," he said simply. He didn't mind, either way, he wasn't all that hungry but he could eat if Seiichi wanted to. "Snacks are fine too."
Yukimura noticed, just a little, the way Sanada's eyes followed his movements. It was natural concern, but a sunburn was hardly life-threatening. Nevertheless, it brought another, more private smile to his face. "I'm starved, but I definitely will need stuff for the trip, too. All the extra training means I'm always eating."
Sanada nodded. Training could do that to you. "Then we eat first and then get snacks too," he decided. It wouldn't do to have Seiichi starving on him. Although he wondered privately if Seiichi got hungry enough... never mind. Not going there, Genichirou!
"Where do you want to go?" he asked, since Seiichi was the one who was hungry.
"The ramen place across from the bookstore?" Yukimura suggested. If Genichirou wasn't that hungry, and all indicators were that he wasn't, then ramen was something easily and quickly eaten so they could be on their way soon. "Their spicy combo was really good the other day."
Sanada nodded his agreement, and resisted the urge to take Seiichi's arm as they left, heading for the restaurant. For one thing, it wasn't something you did just between friends, unless you were girls. Even if they were both men, he didn't want Seiichi thinking that Genichirou thought he was girly, since that was very far from the truth. He didn't want Seiichi thinking he was girly, either. But he thought it would feel good to have Seiichi's arm tucked in beside him. He snorted mentally; maybe he was girly, at that.
"Next time, we should bring tennis things," he muttered. He missed the weight of his tennis bag, the strap over his shoulder to occupy his hands. Besides, there were probably some nice places out here to play in. Just the two of them.
Yukimura snorted, nudging Sanada's arm with his fist. "Tennis things on a temple trip. And I thought I was the obsessed one." He chuckled, warmly, the sound all melted chocolate and sunshine. "Don't get me wrong, I love tennis. I just can't love it so much that I can never walk away from it." That had happened before, and, well, they both knew how well it had turned out. "I like it when we do things that aren't just tennis."
The walk to the restaurant was short, and the owner's wife waved to them when they walked in. "It's my turn to buy," Yukimura said before Sanada could protest (and he would, oh he would, Seiichi knew). "What do you want?"
Sanada hadn't meant that, at all, and he was suddenly extremely sorry that he'd said it that way. He wanted to apologize, but he didn't know what to say.
"I like it too," he said finally, shrugging a bit uncomfortably. "I didn't mean..." Never mind. Seiichi didn't seem to be upset, so he probably understood that Genichirou had said it wrong. He usually did.
Sanada frowned at the suggestion that Seiichi was paying for everything, and he was certainly going to protest, but somehow instead he found himself saying, "I don't know. Whatever you're having is fine."
Sanada frowned slightly at the pasting of gel on his nose, but he stood patiently until Seiichi was finished. It wasn't that bad of a burn, really.
"Yes, I have them," he answered, rather than point out that Seiichi's fair skin had burned more badly than his own, and he shouldn't be worrying about Genichirou. He had a feeling that Seiichi wouldn't appreciate that.
"Good." It was not that he thought that either of them would forget them, but more a force of habit. While Yukimura Seiichi could delegate, and felt confident in delegating things to Sanada, there was still the anxiety of letting something out of his own hands. Nevertheless, he reminded himself, he was less fanatical about such things now than three years ago. If the mysterious illness hadn't derailed him, stress and obsession would have taken its place. In some ways, getting sick was the best thing to happen to him. In retrospect, of course.
Just barely, Yukimura resisted drawing a smiley face with the pale green gel on the tip of Sanada's nose. Instead, he rubbed it in, pleased when it seemed to make the angry red hue recede a bit. "Can you get my shoulders?" he asked, offering the bottle to Genichirou. "I'm not as good at being a contortionist anymore."
Sanada nodded, suppressing the flicker of worry at the words, and took the bottle of soothing gel, spreading a generous amount on Seiichi's shoulders and rubbing it in with strong, gentle hands. It had been an enjoyable trip, so a bit of sunburn for himself was a small price to pay. It was far less acceptable when it was Seiichi getting burned as well.
"We should have been more careful," he noted, although they had used sunblock. There wasn't much more they could have done to avoid it, save to stay indoors, which was not why they had come. Sanada thought he wouldn't have minded much, however. Being stuck inside with Seiichi was not a hardship.
"Mmm, that feels good. Better than yesterday." Indeed, Seiichi had been sore then, but today the aloe, and Sanada's hands, was very welcome. Head down, Yukimura's shoulders shook under Sanada's hands with laughter. "We were. But sometimes you just can't outsmart the sun, it seems." He didn't bring up their missing out on surfing; one, it brought up Davide and that was a touchy subject for Genichirou, and two, he wasn't sure if Genichirou even knew /how/ to surf or cared to learn.
"Would you hand me my shirt?" One slender hand gestured towards a lump of fabric draped over the room's lone Western chair. "I almost don't want to go home, I've had too good a time with you."
Seiichi was laughing. That was probably good? Sanada reached for the shirt and silently handed it over, not without some reluctance. Seiichi looked good without it.
"I enjoyed it," he admitted. "I am not looking forward to going home as much as I might." Even though going home meant tennis, and what did that say about how much he enjoyed Seiichi's company? He didn't really want to think about that.
"Perhaps we can do this again."
His skin had quickly absorbed the gel, and Yukimura slid on the button-up shirt, doing it up only partway for the moment. "I'd be all for a repeat. When is our next holiday? Summer...which will be so full of tennis we won't have time to blink." No, summer would be impossible, not with his sights set on winning a title this year.
He bent down, rolling up the rest of his loose clothing and tucking it into his bag. "The photos should be ready, and we can pick them up on the way to the bus stop."
Sanada restrained a sigh. Yes, summer would be busy. It would be a long time before they could do this again. A long time before he could have Seiichi to himself again. Somehow, tennis didn't quite compensate, even if they did win a title.
"You're not going to show them to everyone, are you?" he asked warily. Photos. Damn it. They were good photos and he wouldn't mind having copies for himself, but he wasn't sure at all that he wanted others to see them.
Yukimura raised his head, surprised Sanada would even ask. "No. Not unless you want me to. I think some of my temple appreciation would be lost on others." He smiled and got to his feet, tucking the bag under his arm to button his shirt the rest of the way. "Renji would like them, though."
Sanada made a soft grunt of assent, thinking about it. It was true that Renji would like the pictures, and Renji wasn't really on his list of people he would object to seeing them.
"Renji would be okay," he agreed, a bit grudgingly at having to give up any ground at all, but Renji was a good friend and he would enjoy them, so it wasn't really fair to say no.
"I'm glad. How about I have you both over on Sunday for dinner?" Yukimura's mind had already jumped several steps ahead in the planning of said dinner, first on the list how to distract his mother in order to get his hands in the kitchen. Yukimura Shimako was not one to yield her purview, even to her son for his friends. No matter that Genichirou had been coming over since both boys were in short pants, he was still company and still rated her cooking.
Yukimura squeezed out a little more aloe to rub on his face, taking care with his nose. Even the places that didn't hurt felt dry, which meant he should peel quite spectacularly, and much to the amusement of his team. "We've got a good bus ride ahead of us. Would you like to eat first or just grab snacks from the conbini when we get the pictures?"
Sanada shrugged, watching out of the corner of his eye as Seiichi put more aloe on his face. He'd really gotten burned pretty good, and Genichirou was trying not to look too concerned about it. Just a sunburn.
"We can eat if you like," he said simply. He didn't mind, either way, he wasn't all that hungry but he could eat if Seiichi wanted to. "Snacks are fine too."
Yukimura noticed, just a little, the way Sanada's eyes followed his movements. It was natural concern, but a sunburn was hardly life-threatening. Nevertheless, it brought another, more private smile to his face. "I'm starved, but I definitely will need stuff for the trip, too. All the extra training means I'm always eating."
Sanada nodded. Training could do that to you. "Then we eat first and then get snacks too," he decided. It wouldn't do to have Seiichi starving on him. Although he wondered privately if Seiichi got hungry enough... never mind. Not going there, Genichirou!
"Where do you want to go?" he asked, since Seiichi was the one who was hungry.
"The ramen place across from the bookstore?" Yukimura suggested. If Genichirou wasn't that hungry, and all indicators were that he wasn't, then ramen was something easily and quickly eaten so they could be on their way soon. "Their spicy combo was really good the other day."
Sanada nodded his agreement, and resisted the urge to take Seiichi's arm as they left, heading for the restaurant. For one thing, it wasn't something you did just between friends, unless you were girls. Even if they were both men, he didn't want Seiichi thinking that Genichirou thought he was girly, since that was very far from the truth. He didn't want Seiichi thinking he was girly, either. But he thought it would feel good to have Seiichi's arm tucked in beside him. He snorted mentally; maybe he was girly, at that.
"Next time, we should bring tennis things," he muttered. He missed the weight of his tennis bag, the strap over his shoulder to occupy his hands. Besides, there were probably some nice places out here to play in. Just the two of them.
Yukimura snorted, nudging Sanada's arm with his fist. "Tennis things on a temple trip. And I thought I was the obsessed one." He chuckled, warmly, the sound all melted chocolate and sunshine. "Don't get me wrong, I love tennis. I just can't love it so much that I can never walk away from it." That had happened before, and, well, they both knew how well it had turned out. "I like it when we do things that aren't just tennis."
The walk to the restaurant was short, and the owner's wife waved to them when they walked in. "It's my turn to buy," Yukimura said before Sanada could protest (and he would, oh he would, Seiichi knew). "What do you want?"
Sanada hadn't meant that, at all, and he was suddenly extremely sorry that he'd said it that way. He wanted to apologize, but he didn't know what to say.
"I like it too," he said finally, shrugging a bit uncomfortably. "I didn't mean..." Never mind. Seiichi didn't seem to be upset, so he probably understood that Genichirou had said it wrong. He usually did.
Sanada frowned at the suggestion that Seiichi was paying for everything, and he was certainly going to protest, but somehow instead he found himself saying, "I don't know. Whatever you're having is fine."
