Fuselage

♡~♡ Chapter 18 ♡~♡

"Fish on." Eijirou announced, reeling, throwing the flopping fucker into his dam. "How many you have?"

"Four." Katsuki grabbed a water.

"Beer?" Eijirou held a hand out, careful not to touch Katsuki as he grabbed the can. "Thank you." He cracked it open, taking a swig. "You really don't get drunk?"

Katsuki glanced at his garbage pile. "Not off beer."

"Hard alcohol only?"

Katsuki grunted, setting his pole down and picking up the sunscreen. He was painfully aware of Eijirou watching him rub the spf on. Awkwardly he offered it across the small distance.

"I'm fine." He smiled. "I just put some on so- fish on!" Eijirou took another swig, reeling and dumping the fish. "Another beer please, Kat?"

"God five fucking minutes and you're half caught up?" Katsuki growled.

"The fish know me here." Eijirou purred, grabbing the can, fingers brushing. "They're begging for me to eat them."

"The fuck they are." Katsuki hissed, popping open his own can, barely getting a drink in when a fish bit his own line.

Silently he reeled.

"Fish on!" Eijirou crowed, winking in Katsuki's direction at the scowl. "That's 3-to-5. I'm catching up. You'll have to do what I say."

Katsuki tapped his fingers on the pole, curiosity winning despite his determination to not ask, to stay disengaged. "What is it you want, anyway?"

"Mm." Eijirou grinned, eyes half lidded. "If I tell you now it won't mean as much. Besides, that's half the anticipation isn't it?"

"I guess." Katsuki settled further into his chair. "You guys have fun after I left?" He closed his eyes, knowing he shouldn't have asked.

"No." Eijirou's response was quick, surprising. "The lovers left real fast. I was..." he half laughed, "I got fucked up real quick. Spent most of the next day making it up to Mina and recovering... Hangovers last a lot longer when you're older and not hydrated, man. And then P-" He paused, frowning. "Pony... she was... Anyway." He watched the line dip into the water as he recast. "I'm never doing that again."

"Bullshit." Katsuki slipped another fish in his dam quietly. "I bet you say that every time you have a crisis."

Eijirou's eyes widened, he chuckled. "I do. Hanta's a bad influence."

"You're just weak willed." Katsuki pulled another swig as Eijirou put a fish in his dam, finishing his beer.

"What are we going to?" He grabbed the proffered can, fingers bumping, hands overlapping with abandon now.

"Ten?" Katsuki smirked.

"Okay, so five to...?"

Katsuki counted. "Six."

Eijirou smiled. "I'm going to win. I'm not worried."

Katsuki hooked his bait, watching it on the line for a moment. "Why is being friends with me so important?" His gaze slid to see Eijirou tense. "Why does it matter?"

"Because..." He took a drink, recast, "I don't know man. The dreams?" He laughed. "I don't... How about you? You're talking to me again and I haven't even won yet."

"I-" Katsuki felt himself getting warm. "You shithead."

"Mmm." Eijirou leaned closer as he reeled, "but I'm your shithead."

Katsuki jerked to look at Eijirou, taking in the shit eating grin, those easy eyes, the dimple. Unsummoned the palpable the memory of Eijirou's warm, wet skin against his hands surfaced. The way fingers slid over heat soaked muscle, body pressed against body, as they had softly glided through the gentle waters made him blink, shake the recollection loose from his hands.