(Wind Breaker) The Green Rose's Thorns

Part 52

Aoi was still sluggish with his assessment of his situation, pieces slowly connecting as he sat there wiping the sleep from his eyes. He was outside, for a start. The sand was bright, waves glistening in the burning sunlight. While he sat there realizing exactly where he was seated, Suo folded into his embrace and pressed his lips to Aoi's neck. A kiss, jolting the boy fully awake and alert while a hand crept even further under his thin layers.

"S-Suo?," Aoi pushed back against his partner's wrist, mostly on reflex at first, then just held his hand there and shot a glance toward his face. Leaned over his shoulder, Suo peered up at him with a burningly sweet look in his eye. Hungry, pleading, not wanting to stop now that he had started his slow advance into uncharted waters.

With no sign of real resistance in Aoi's gaze, Suo hesitantly pressed onward. He freed one of his hands from the folds of cloth and gingerly pulled Aoi's face around toward his. An awkward angle with how they were sitting, the little shuffle Aoi did to keep from straining his back sending a shockwave over his partner that he was painfully oblivious to. Green eyes shifted about, from Suo's face, to his neck, out over the sand to the growing number of people splashing about. His lips quivered and curled up as he worked through his nerves, or tried to swallow them down with his indecision.

"I-they're right there," Aoi offered the weakest protest as Suo's thumb traced his lower lip. He felt ready to combust on the spot if he were to see that look the other boy wore again, heart skipping a beat as his chin was pulled slightly up until the face he was avoiding filled nearly his whole visual field.

"I won't do anything too much. I don't want them all to see," Suo's voice was almost sultry as he made his case. Aoi refused to meet his line of sight, instead focusing hard on his mouth which only served to make things worse for him. The glossy sheen there, the hint of white where lips parted slightly in patient anticipation of his answer. His permission.

"See..what?," Aoi stalled for time with a question. A question he instantly regretted as he watched a coy smile spread wide in front of him.

"I don't want anyone else to see the faces you make like this," Suo's plea bargain became more of a threatening suggestion then. Aoi was out of time, he knew it, but still he hesitated for just a split second.

"Just...just a little bit," he finally relented, looking Suo right in the eye for just one more second before that final dreaded, eagerly awaited contact was made.

It was hot, sweet and salty all at once. Soft, their lips colliding and pulling apart in rapid succession while Suo's tongue explored the area. Searching for a gap, an opening, which Aoi finally gave him with the last shred of his reservations thrown to the wind under the insanely hot pressure of his partner's quiet desperation. It was all he could do, fully lost in that sloppy passionate kiss, to stifle the whimper that tried to escape when Suo's fingers fully breached the lining of his swim trunks and ever so slowly pushed further down. Applying just the lightest bit of pressure where he was most sensitive, leaving him gasping for air when Suo pulled away for just the briefest moment.

"H-hey," Aoi wrapped his hand around Suo's arm, reminding him of their little agreement before things really got out of hand. He knew full well how dangerous their little gamble was, but even so he didn't want to push things too far. Not here, not like this.

Suo pulled his hand back, wrapping his other arm around Aoi's waist from behind and placing the one previously elsewhere on his shoulder. Pulling Aoi into another round of turbulent tongue twisting tension. Try as he might, Suo's hands refused to behave. Once again finding their way under Aoi's clothes, near clawing at the zipper of his hoodie until it was fully undone and pushed over his small shoulders. Suo quietly cursed it, while Aoi felt suddenly very glad he chose to add the undershirt to his wardrobe for the day.

"Hey Sakura, what's-? Really," Nirei's voice startled Aoi. Suo had a much calmer reaction, pulling back and shooting quite possibly the nastiest side eye at him and Sakura. The latter had come over to grab something, Nirei coming to check on him when he took just a little too long to return. Suo pulled Aoi's face into his shoulder, his quiet fury shifting to something closer to his normal state from the absolutely shocked look on Aoi's scarlet face.

"Hm? Did you two need something?," Suo chirped at the other two. Sakura's face was just as red as Aoi's, though the expression was wildly different.

"Can't you guys at least do that somewhere more private?," Nirei was having none of Suo's games. He shuffled around the piled up items, pulling out some sort of deflated plastic thing and standing back up. He swatted Sakura's shoulder to give the boy a quick reboot.

"What the hell?!," Sakura shouted loudly, voice reaching even higher pitches than previously heard from him.

"Do what? Meditating?," Suo ignored Sakura and addressed Nirei's question with feigned ignorance. His favorite method of deflection at times like this.

"Meditating? He looks dead!," Nirei went shrill as he pointed to Aoi's near lifeless form. It was true, the boy looked like he keeled over on the spot. The only indication of his still beating heart being the flush of red from his shoulders up to his hairline.

"Hey, what's up? Oh, did he overheat? You really shouldn't sleep out here, buddy," Umemiya joined the little group, the commotion grabbing his attention. He was excruciatingly oblivious in his assessment of the situation, something that saved the guilty duo from more scrutiny by Sakura or Nirei as they both groaned and took their leave.

Aoi sprang to life suddenly, about to stand up but realizing that he couldn't. Well, he could. His legs were working just fine, as was everything else. He could feel his heart in his throat, but that wasn't an actual medical concern. There was something else keeping him rooted to the ground, legs folded together and arms stiffly stuck in front of his body. Something that made his face burn even hotter than before as his upperclassman tried to tend to what he thought was a heat related illness.