Fuselage

♡~♡ Chapter 18 ♡~♡

"The fuck." Katsuki reached for his beer, ducking his head.

What the fuck. His heart thundering. He's just friendly. Just overly friendly. Just kissing up after... That didn't stop his heart from racing though. It didn't stop him from feeling the way the skin had slid along his so soft and easy. Stop. Katsuki demanded of himself.

Katsuki straightened, noting Eijirou rebaiting his line, their now tied score.

"Fish on." Katsuki muttered, slipping the hook out of the fishes gills, pulling a beer out of the ice chest. "Seven to six?"

Eijirou shook his head. "I've got eight, bro." He cocked his head back. "Told you I'd win." Eyes dipped, trailed slow over Katsuki. "I can't wait for my prize either."

That made the blond nervous. Jumpy hands reeled too fast, lost a catch, then another.

"Fuckin' bullshit." Katsuki's glare turned to his opponent. "I'm gunna fucking destroy you."

"Ooh yeah." Eijirou growled, much to Katsuki's horror. "Please do. I'm just waiting." His voice dropped, took on a gravel that did things to Katsuki's insides.

What the hell? What the fuck?! Katsuki reeled in a fish, baited his line.

"You fucker." His eyes narrowed. "Eight to nine. I'm gunna make you regret fucking with me." He swore, leaning for a drink, noticing Eijirou's hand stretching out simultaneously. "W-wait... where's your-?" Katsuki's glare catching Eijirou's coy smirk as he licked his lips.

The can slipped onto the dock as Katsuki's fingers went numb, spilling pungent in the summer sun.

Those damn eyes looked at him, full of mischievous fire. "What, Katsuki? You can't share a drink with your bro?" He leaned closer. "Some people see it like an indirect kiss, but when you're as close as we are-"

"What the FUCK?!" Katsuki stood in a panic, his fishing pole and the fish on it zipping off into the lake "H-haah?!" Eyes dropped to empty hands.

Eijirou paused, looking off into the water before bursting into laughter, "Looks like you lose no matter what man!"

"What the fuck?" Katsuki picked up his chair, launching it into the lake after his pole, "You better run, fucking fish! I'll fucking eat you!"

"Oh man." Eijirou stood, "oh man. I- Oh, whoa!"

Katsuki shoved himself right into Eijirou's face, "The hell was all that?"

"I-I was just getting into your head." Eijirou smiled, uncertain, eyes dropping then snapping back up as his face turned pink. "Denki suggested-"

Katsuki backed down. "Ah, Denki." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "That's fucked man. Do you have no honor?"

Eijirou stiffened. "I've got honor-"

"What do you want from me?" Katsuki cut him off. "Make it quick, I have to get that fucking chair."

Eijirou looked out to the lake, down at his shoes. Quickly he peeled them off, cranked his arm back and chucked them as hard as he could. Speechless they watched them sink with one last bubble of desperation.

"Uh, Hair-for-Brains." Katsuki crossed his arms over his chest. "I lost. Not you."

"I'll get your chair. I'll never wear toe shoes again" Eijirou turned away, fists clenched. "Just please... don't stop... I mean, don't push me away." He chuckled wet and hysterical, shoulders tensed so hard Katsuki could make out every muscle. "I'm a mess too, man. I-I need..."

Katsuki remained silent. A breeze kicked the surface of the lake up, pushing the chair towards them again. Crouching Katsuki pulled it up, folding it.