Molotov Cocktease

The moon reflected silver on the ocean as the waves tugged gently at Kyouya’s feet.  Out in the water, Tamaki was swimming nude (“I always wanted to try it!”) but Kyouya had not joined him because he did not have the guts or the stupidity to strip naked in public.  

He’d reminded Tamaki, “Our private beach isn’t enclosed, you know.  Anyone could walk by and see us.”

“Then they’ll be blessed with the sight of two beautiful youths in love!  Come on, Kyouya!  It’ll be fun!”

“If you want to get naked, there’s a big fireplace with a bear-skin rug inside.  I see no reason to expose myself to the world in such a manner.”

Tamaki had pouted and whined, but Kyouya did not relent.  Finally he’d yanked down his shorts and splashed out into the water by himself.

Kyouya did not like being naked.  It made him feel exposed, self-conscious.  Even when he was at the beach he always covered up his body with a shirt.  He didn’t like people looking at him.

Tamaki was disappearing underwater for long periods of time, surfacing with shells and rocks and pieces of coral that he would examine in the bright moonlight, then drop.  He looked like he was having fun.  He would whip wet hair out of his eyes, sending out little scatters of water droplets.  His body gleamed.      

Kyouya looked around furtively, just to make sure no one was watching.  He took a deep breath and started unbuttoning his shirt.  The brisk sea breeze touched his arms, his belly, his chest, his nipples, and he almost blushed.  He removed his glasses and placed them in the breast pocket, then draped the shirt over a rock and pulled off his shorts.  As quick as he could, he rushed to the water and submerged himself.     

He couldn’t find Tamaki.  The other boy had dived beneath the water again, and hadn’t come up for some time.  

“That idiot better not be drowning,” Kyouya muttered, more irritated than worried.  

There was a huge splash behind him, and then arms wrapped around his waist.

“Gotcha, Mom!”

“Tamaki!”  

Tamaki spun him around in the water a little, enough to unbalance him, then leaned close and said in his ear, “I knew you couldn’t resist my charms, Mom.”    

Kyouya grabbed Tamaki’s wrists and tried to pull him off, “Let go of me, you moron!”

Tamaki just laughed and squeezed him tighter.  “Not a chance.  Not after all the trouble I took to lure you in here.”

They struggled together in the waves, Kyouya trying to wriggle out of Tamaki’s grasp, and Tamaki keeping his arms clamped tight around him.  It was slippery business.  After a while, Kyouya had twisted himself around so that he was facing Tamaki.  Slowly but surely, a smile was starting to appear on his face.  

Tamaki darted forward and bit Kyouya’s neck lightly.  Kyouya’s struggles weakened.  “Ah…”

“If I let you go, what will you give me in return?” Tamaki asked slyly.   

Kyouya gave another little shove, then shivered and went still.  Tamaki trailed a few kisses up his neck.  

“Well?”

Kyouya was breathing hard.  Tamaki’s mouth brushed his ear, teeth sinking gently into the lobe.  He dug his fingertips into Tamaki’s back, would have scratched him if he’d had any nails.  When Tamaki’s lips met his, he opened his mouth eagerly.  Tamaki explored his mouth slowly, but forcefully.  When he pulled away, Kyouya’s lips were hot from the pressure.

“Is that a yes?  You’ll give me yourself in exchange for letting you go?”

“Just shut up and do it already, Dad.”

Tamaki laughed and kissed Kyouya once more.  Kyouya let his arms fall into the water, no longer putting up any resistance.  Tamaki pressed his hand into the small of Kyouya’s back and led him toward the shore.         

He pushed Kyouya down onto the sand, their feet still lapped by the waves.  His hand trailed down Kyouya’s chest, circled his navel, and then searched even lower.  Kyouya shifted a little in the sand, which was starting to encrust itself on his body.  He winced.  This was itchy.  And uncomfortable.  Tamaki finally wrapped his hand around it, making Kyouya arch his back.  

Skin scratched against sand granules.  Ouch.  

Tamaki moved his hand in rhythmic motions, slow, teasing.  Under normal circumstances, Kyouya would have been completely at his mercy by now.  But the sand was getting into uncomfortable places and he thought there were a few shells poking into him and, ew, was he lying on a piece of seaweed?

All right, enough was enough.    

“Ow, this isn’t working.  Get off me.”

“Huh?”

“Really, this is just weird.  I’m going inside.”

“You…what?  What about…”

“Like I said, there’s a fireplace and bear-skin rug in the house, and you’re free to do what you want with those.”  Kyouya got up on his feet and made a face.  “But first, I’m taking a shower.  Maybe a couple of showers.  We’ll talk after that.”  

“But…”

“And don’t forget to bring your shorts with you when you come inside.  I don’t need you littering up my beach.”          

Kyouya put his clothes back on, fabric clinging to wet skin, and headed back to the beach house, leaving Tamaki alone and despondent and flabbergasted in the waves behind him.