[The Okinawan experience] Aki x Angel

Chapter 5 - King sized

The elevator ride back to the third floor was quiet.

While Aki felt incredibly nervous, Angel was still humming the lyrics of that song, before the doors opened and they stepped into the empty hallway.

Their sneakers made gentle squishing noises on the carpeted floor, Angel's wings flicking as they made their way back to their room.
Aki unlocked the door, turned on the light, and was promptly met with Angel's dumped-out suitcase.

He scoffed, turning to give the devil an unamused look. "Really?"

"You wanted to go hunt a devil." Angel shrugged, before kicking off his sneakers at the doorway.

"Clean up this mess. I'm gonna go take a shower." Aki felt very compelled to put a locked door between them if only to hype himself up on how he was going to deal with- this.

Angel shrugged as he shoved his stray boxers back into the suitcase, Aki rolling his eyes as he grabbed his toiletries from his suitcase and shuffled to the bathroom.

It was pretty big, with a shower and a separate bathtub. Aki regarded himself in the mirror. He had been smart enough to enforce a bi-hourly sunscreen application for both him and Angel. Otherwise, his faint tan might've been a nasty sunburn.

He groaned as he stripped, relieved to finally be out of his sweaty clothes. He winced when he realized the sheer amount of sand that somehow made its way into his underwear, before stepping under the lukewarm water stream.

Okay. You're about to share a bed with a guy. Admittedly a guy you have nothing against. You normally wouldn't mind. Usually, your only objection would be the death-touch thing, but that's not an issue. So why??!?!? Why is your heart about to beat out of your chest?!?!?

Aki frowned at the tiled wall as he washed his hair, slicking it back as he used his fancy conditioner (almost empty, courtesy of Power).
For just a second he wondered if Angel used any fancy hair products. It certainly looked like his hair would be impossibly soft to touch.

Aki imagined how it'd feel, wispy strands sliding against his fingers.

.... A strangely intimate thought.

Aki audibly swallowed, before turning off the water and drying his hair with a towel. His eyes fell on where his fresh set of clothes should be sitting, on the counter next to the sink, just like he did at home, except-

Oh no.

Aki sighed, loudly. Of course. In his hurry to put a wall between them, he had forgotten to grab a clean set of clothes.

He eyed his discarded, still sandy clothing pile on the floor, debating for just one second if he dared to put his body back into them.

The answer was no, obviously.

Instead, he tied a towel around his waist, quickly shuffling out of the bathroom and to his suitcase lying on the floor of the living room.

Angel was sitting on the couch, idly flicking through the TV channels, before his eyes landed on Aki.
Aki didn't miss the way the devil's eyebrows slightly raised, the way his eyes languidly traced the shape of his body.

He felt a strange thrill jolt up his spine at the look in Angel's eyes. Intrigue. The devil showed very few emotions- but this one was apparent.

Aki grabbed his pajamas and a clean pair of boxers before rushing back to the bathroom to get dressed. He took his sweet time, doing his skincare and brushing his teeth while he was at it, before walking back into the small living room.