Amber & Gin

Gin woke up to the crack of dawn, sprawled across his bed. Smirking slightly he pulled the quilts over himself and buried his feet into the part of it were it had been resting against the radiator. Checking his phone he noticed the time and groaned.

"Gin-sama! Get up!"

Snorting to himself Gin pushed himself up and out of bed. Walking to his en-suite Gin pulled the shower cord and set it running to medium heat whilst he undressed. Sticking his hand underneath he smiled as the water became the correct temperature. He also sensed the eyes on his lower back. Either checking out his new inkwork or his ass. Probably both.

"Amber, I know I'm sexually exquisite but stop staring at me like I'm some sort o' meat."

His golden haired friend laughed hysterically but Gin felt Ambers soft fingertips tracing the deathbat from A7X's album cover. Unsurprisingly Gins body relaxed under Ambers touch and he sighed. Damn had he dreamed about things to do to that boy. Finally Ambers fingers left Gins skin and he exited the bathroom. Gin knew that the young man would set out some clothes for him and most likely would now be cooking breakfast. He massaged the shampoo into his hair quickly and rinsed it out, watching the scarlet froth disappear down the drain. Ah the payment of having his hair brightly coloured. Chuckling to himself Gin wrapped a towel round his head and quickly towelled it dry. When he did get through to the bedroom he smiled as he spotted his school uniform layed out on the bed. He liked the fact that Amber was a straight arrow, the way he kept Gin himself in check also.

Amber smiled as he heard Gin coming down stairs and shouted to him that his omelette was ready and set on the table.

"Mm...I could fuck you right now."

"Does that mean you're hot for me or my cooking?"

Gin chuckled and sat down, all the while digging into his food hurriedly with his chopsticks.

"A lil o' both I guess."

Amber snorted at his remark and started washing the frying pan. He knew that one of the only reasons Gin had befriended him was because of his traditional Japanese and western cooking. He knew this, yet it still made him happy. He liked to cook for Gin, Gin appreciated his cooking and enjoyed eating it. Once Amber had done drying his frying pan he place it on the hook it always hang on, he took out two drinks, and the two obentos he had prepared the night before. If he didn't keep Gin in line, or feed the boy he would die of starvation or be kicked out of school.

"Ah, grab your crap Gin-sama. We need to leave for the bus or we'll get a tardy."

Hearing the boy grumble to himself Amber smiled and picked up his bag. He knew that Gin hated mondays most because of science. And since there was two years difference between them, Amber knew that Gin only stayed in school to please him.