Summary: Excuses, excuses, excuses... and a little playfulness
Notes: I had a snow day today (2/24/05), and couldn't resist
writing some snow drabbles
Snow Drabble 1
The snow came
down more heavily and more steadily. It had begun with light flurries, but by
mid-morning there was significant accumulation. Their clientele had slowly
thinned over the course of the morning and they hadn't had a customer in twenty
minutes. It was a rarity to have the shop so empty when all four men were
working.
Aya dropped
his apron onto the counter. "Going upstairs," he announced flatly. "I trust you
can close up without me." Then, without waiting for an answer, he turned and
headed out.
Yohji
raised an eyebrow and could not keep his eyes from following the man out, fixed
on Aya's rear. Quickly, he untied his own apron,
eager to follow. There had been absolutely no hint in Aya's
voice, and no look exchanged between them. But the lack of hints coupled with Aya's sudden fleeing was enough to convey the message.
"Where do
you think you're going?" Ken asked Yohji, hands on his hips. Swiftly he moved
in front of the doorway, preventing Yohji's escape.
"You'd better not be leaving, too."
"I..." Yohji
rubbed a hand against the back of his neck. "I'm not feeling so well. Nose is a
little tickly and throat's a little sore. I'd better go," he reasoned.
"Aww, poor Yohji-kun!" Omi cooed
sympathetically, looking at Yohji over the flowers he was loading into crates. "You
go up to bed. Ken and I will finish."
"Omi!" Ken exclaimed, but Omi waved Yohji on, and the older man
took the excuse to go. When alone together, Ken sighed.
"He's not really sick, you know. Just using it as an excuse
to get into bed with Aya. Do you really want to encourage that?"
Omi cocked
his head. "It's a snow day. Let them have some fun. Aya's
always so restless when we're snowed in. I thought it'd be a good idea." He
finished loading the flowers and walked towards the back room where the walk-in
cooler was located. "Besides," he said, pausing in the doorway to give Ken a
good view of the bow tying up his apron in the back. "I'm feeling a little cold
coming on myself. Want to warm me up?"
Ken paused,
then eagerly followed the man into the cooler. Once
the flowers had been safely put away, Ken pressed his front to Omi's back and
slid his hands beneath Omi's apron from behind. He kissed the back of Omi's
neck. Omi begin sniffling. He undid Omi's pants and Omi reacted by sneezing.
"ehhChihhh!"
"You're
going to actually catch cold at this rate," Ken chuckled, his breath a warm
cloud in the cold air.
"Th-that's fine," said Omi, partially undressed, shivering and
pressed against the cold metal wall. "J-just means you'll have to take me
upstairs to b-b-bed when we're done here."
Ken laughed
and unzipped his jeans with one hand while reaching up with the other and
rubbing it against Omi's nose. Then he moved it down to touch more of Omi
beneath the apron.