Bored

A/N: Tons of thanks and huge hugs to everyone who's enduring our relentless teasing! The boys WILL touch each other...eventually...and then it'll be NOSEBLEED NATION!!!!! XD


Last time: Yazoo leaned over, his nose almost bumping with the other´s and informed him in a low, teasing voice,

“There are parts I cannot reach.”


Part 7. Shampoo.


“Oh?” Loz said naively, making his eyes go big and innocent. “Let me help, then.” And with that he took Yazoo by the waist and lifted him up, turning him around in the tub and setting his lighter brother down on his lap again, only now Yazoo faced the other direction away from him, towards the tiled bathroom wall.

Snatching the slippery white square from Yazoo’s paused fingers, Loz swept all of that long light grey hair over one bare, elegant shoulder and began soaping up his sibling’s spine and shoulder blades, spreading the foam around with wide circles of his palm. In that same happily clueless tone, he added, “I know how hard it is to clean your back properly. Don’t worry, Yaz. I’ll do a good job of it.”

There was no answer from his brother and Loz grinned roguishly behind him, knowing Yazoo couldn’t see it. Not as stupid and dense as some people thought he was, Loz knew quite well that this was not what Yazoo meant with that last inviting, rather obvious statement but he wasn’t giving in to Yazoo’s premeditated seduction techniques just yet. All that slow, sensual washing, playing with his tiny, pale pink nipples and fingering his navel in an intentional imitation of something much more sexually explicit had been enormously enjoyable to watch but it was merely Yazoo’s deliberate way of getting him steamy and worked up and Loz just felt like getting some payback. Especially after Yazoo grazed over his upper legs while he was doing Gods knows what under the water, giving Loz a severe case of shudders. That semi-intimate touching…that was no accident. Loz would bet his beloved bike on it. He would also bet that if he could see Yazoo’s face right now it’d have a somewhat peeved expression on it, irritated that his oh-so-irresistible eyelash-fluttering act didn’t have the effect on Loz that was originally planned.

Yazoo might be a flirt and an incorrigible tease but Loz had some teasing tricks of his own and so he spent an excessive and enthusiastic amount of time cleaning Yazoo’s already flawless white back, rinsing away the suds with splashes of water while Yazoo sat there and presumably stewed in his own miffed-ness, his slender figure perhaps a little stiffer than it ought to be for someone sitting in a hot tub. Not getting his own way must have been something he wasn’t used to and probably didn’t like very much. Softening towards his brother a bit, Loz finally decided to set the soap aside. He leaned down and placed a placating kiss on Yazoo’s rounded shoulder before muttering in his ear.

“Close your eyes.”

Again, no verbal response, just a slight questioning tilt of the head, but Loz was sure Yazoo would do as he instructed. Even if he didn’t obey, he’d soon be forced to because Loz scooped up a double cupped handful of water and let it pour over the top of Yazoo’s crown, wetting the hair that was still dry and turning it a darker shade of grey. Then he unscrewed the cap from a mini-bottle of shampoo, squeezed the contents into his large palm and then started rubbing it into Yazoo’s lengthy locks. Using both hands, Loz gathered up all of his sibling’s heavy, sodden hair and kneaded the shampoo into a thick lather, giving Yazoo’s scalp a soothing massage with his fingertips, working from temple to nape of neck in gentle, circular motions, trails of foam dripping down Loz’s wrists and muscled forearms. Sensing his brother beginning to relax at last, Loz encouraged him to lean his head back and saw that Yazoo’s eyes were indeed closed, dark lashes curling over the top of his cheekbones, though whether they were shut in blissful relaxation or just to keep the soap out, Loz wasn’t certain.

One steady, supporting hand around the back of Yazoo’s neck, Loz manoeuvred him sideways and gently guided him backwards into the water, carefully dipping his head beneath the surface, making sure to keep the stinging bubbles out of his brother’s fine-boned face while he rinsed the shampoo from his hair, leaving it squeaky-clean. Returning Yazoo to a seated position in his lap once more, Loz repeated the procedure, this time with conditioner, combing the moisturising and detangling lotion through the long silver strands with his fingers and removing any knots caused by the extended motorcycle trip and the whipping wind. As his style was short, Loz didn’t have this problem, although he often wondered why Yazoo didn’t just pull the whole lot back into a ponytail to prevent the tangles from occurring in the first place. Then again, Yazoo was not the sort to care about such trivial things. As he smoothed those tresses back and held them there with one clasped hand, Loz nodded his approval, thinking that it looked striking like that, revealing more of Yazoo’s gracefully arched neck, angular jawbone and delicately shaped ears.

“You should tie your hair back sometimes,” he commented, an appreciative gaze still lingering on the other male’s jaw line and the soft little earlobes he’s going to nibble at soon. “Looks good on you, man.”

Yazoo might have given a quiet, insignificant, “Hn,” or made some sound like it but Loz wasn’t really listening for a reply, instead lowering Yazoo into the tub again, right up to his hairline, slicking back his bangs and exposing the aristocratic, unlined forehead underneath. When he lifted Yazoo upright out of the bath, his hair streamed behind him in a straight waterfall, all the tangles gone, leaving it sleek and smooth, like liquid silk. Collecting the wet mass in his attentive hands, Loz twisted it into a rope, wringing out all the water, watching the droplets trickle down Yazoo’s back and run over the bumps of his vertebrae. The hotel room was warm and it wouldn’t take long for the silvery threads to dry into their usual shimmery sheen.

Loz loved Yazoo’s hair. One could even say he was mesmerised by it and the fluid way it moved, by the way it danced in the breeze and swayed when he walked, the way it glimmered when he flicked it over a shoulder or brushed it out of his face. In full sunlight it shone like polished platinum and at night it turned into dull steel but it always, always caught Loz’s eye. He’d never really been able to touch it like this, though, and intended to play with it a lot more now that he could. He wanted to bunch it in his hands, run his fingers through it right down to the ends and playfully tug on it but most of all, he wanted to feel that cool silken weight skimming over the naked heat of his body.

Leaving the damp twisted rope of Yazoo's tresses slung over one shoulder, Loz turned to the other, kissing the soft white flesh while his fingers wrapped around his sibling’s upper bicep. The bigger male slipped a strong arm around his bath-partner’s slimmer figure, drawing Yazoo closer so that his back was flush against Loz’s broad, solid chest.

“So, brother,” Loz murmured, sliding his lips over the wet skin of Yazoo's shoulder, up towards the side of his throat, Loz’s hand simultaneously gliding across that leanly-muscled stomach and disappearing beneath the surface of the water.

“Show me where else you can’t reach.”


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Rina: Fanservice! XD Always wanted to do a gratuitous washing-Yazoo's-hair scene. Now I have.

Schwaerze: I could almost feel Loz´ hands on my own head^^ Hahaha, and I bet the two of them are totally excited now!

Rina: Maybe we should change the name from 'Bored' to 'Excited'. lol