They're still not mine, and I'm still too lazy to find out who 
they *do* belong to. Let's just pretend they're free, hmmm?

Shônen ai to follow, folks. That means a male/male 
relationship. If you don't want to read that, please return to the 
main page.

Rated PG for inuendo.

There is absolutely no plot. None whatsoever. They cuddle. 
They talk. It’s kinda cute, actually. *I’d* like to cuddle 
Mitsuru…
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Spring Picnic


It was picture perfect, the sort of place you'd expect to see in a 
fantasy story, with raged dragons and armored knights battling 
for the sake of honor or justice or a captured princess's fate. 
The woods ended about fifty meters back, giving way to a 
green expanse of grass, liberally decorated with the yellows 
and whites and blues of wildflowers. The grass ran fresh and 
thick straight to the sudden drop of the cliff's edge, stopping 
only on the brink of a thousand foot drop to the ragged rock 
covered shoreline below where waves crashed and thundered. 
Green springtime perfection met the stark rock and water 
beauty and the result was an impressive display of natural 
beauty.

Sprawled on his back in the grass a few meters from the cliff's 
edge, surrounded by the sharp green scent of fresh grass and 
the sweeter fragrance of the wildflowers, Ikeda Mitsuru had his 
eyes closed to the sun as the warmth seeped into his skin and 
banished the last hints of winter chills.

A shadow covered him, and he opened one eye just a little, 
peering up at the shadow form standing over him. He smiled 
lazily. "Decided to join me, Shin?"

"Far be it from me to let such a beautiful afternoon go to 
waste," Shinobu said easily.

Mitsuru let his eyes slip closed again. "So if you hadn't come 
out to join me, the afternoon would've been wasted?" he 
teased. "Why, Shin. I'm flattered."

"hn." Shinobu's shadow moved slightly and Mitsuru frowned a 
bit. Then in one sudden move, Shinobu was lying stretched out 
atop him, his weight heavy enough to feel but not to be 
oppressing. Mitsuru opened his eyes, intending to tease, to 
complain, but Shinobu's eyes were greener than the grass could 
ever be and the warmth of his body atop Mitsuru's made even 
the sun seem chilled in comparison. The complaint died on his 
lips and he smiled instead, tipping his head to the side just a bit, 
begging to be kissed. Never one to refuse his lover, Shinobu 
complied, bowing his head to take Mitsuru's mouth in a deep, 
lazy kiss that tasted like sunlight and fresh air. When they 
finally parted, Shinobu only smiled and brushed butterfly kisses 
against Mitsuru's forehead, eyelids and the tip of his nose. 
Mitsuru wrapped his arms around Shinobu's back and raised 
his head to steal another sweet kiss. "Glad we came?" he asked 
as they parted again.

Shinobu braced himself on his forearms, taking some of his 
weight off Mitsuru. "Very," he said finally. "I'm glad Kazuhiro-
san and Sumire-san decided to invite us all with them."

"Speaking of whom," Mitsuru realized. "Someone might head 
over this way."

"When I left, Hasukawa and Shun were fighting over the last 
sandwich, Kazuhiro-san and Sumire-san were gazing soulfully 
into each other's eyes and Miya seemed to be seriously 
reconsidering her choice in friends." Shinobu smirked. "I don't 
think they'll be bothering us for a while."

"Sounds like fun," Mitsuru drawled.

"Bothering us?" Shinobu asked skeptically.

"No. Gazing soulfully into each other's eyes." A smile played 
about Mitsuru's lips as he did just that.

"*You're* in a mood."

"It's romantic," Mitsuru laughed. "You don't like romantic?"

"Since when do *you?*"

"I'm romantic," Mitsuru protested.

Shinobu looked doubtful. "Most people wouldn't consider 
being jumped the second the door closes behind them 
romantic."

Mitsuru pouted. "You don't like being jumped?"

"Never said that, did I?"

"Baka," Mitsuru scolded, tapping his fist against the back of 
Shinobu's head. "Who's in a mood?"

"Must be the fresh air. It does things to me," Shinobu replied 
with a straight face.

"Oh?" Mitsuru's interest was peaked. "What sort of things and 
will you do them to me, too?"

"As soon as we get home," Shinobu promised. "I'll do lots of 
things to you."

"Sounds good!" Mitsuru declared happily, one hand beginning 
to roam over Shinobu's back. "How long till we get home?"

"Not till dinner, probably."

"Should've stayed home, then. You could do things now."

"You have no self-restraint, you know that?" Shinobu accused.

The blond boy laughed. "I'm lying flat on my back with *you* 
on top of me... Why would I want restraint *now?*"

"Maybe because of the five people just over that hill over 
there?"

"So get off me then."

"What if I don't want to?" Shinobu asked, bending his head to 
kiss the side of his lover's throat. With a devilish smile he bit 
down lightly, then ran his tongue over the reddened flesh.

"Well, actually, I don't think I'd mind all that much," Mitsuru 
murmured.

"Good." Shinobu brushed a chaste kiss over Mitsuru's lips, 
then settled down, resting his head against Mitsuru's shoulder. 
With a contented sigh, Mitsuru tightened his arms around his 
lover and pressed his lips against soft violet hair. "Don't fall 
asleep on me."

"I won't," Shinobu murmured. 

Mitsuru shook his head a little. "Yes you will," he whispered. 
"But I don't mind." It was kind of sweet actually, the way 
Shinobu settled in against him and just sort of drifted away. 
"What'll Sumire-san think if she finds us?"

"She won't even blink," Shinobu replied, his voice a little 
muffled against Mitsuru's shoulder. "Hasukawa, on the other 
hand..."

"His eyes'll pop out," Mitsuru agreed, remembering the 
younger boy's reaction when he'd thought the two were going 
to kiss. What he'd do if he found them stretched out together 
and half asleep in each other's arms...

Mitsuru smiled and pressed his cheek against Shinobu's hair. 
Who cared what Suka would say? It was spring and a young 
boy's fancy and all that. 

Keeping an ear open in case anyone came by, he closed his 
eyes and enjoyed the moment.

End