The cold water was sobering. Nao was finally able to pull himself together and smile as if nothing had happened. After all, it was almost true: nothing special had happened, he was just persistently trying to seduce.
Hiroto put the instrument down last and smoked it right on the court. Nao wriggled, catching the smell of tobacco, but decided to keep quiet about it. Instead, he smiled and said a big smile again:
- You all did a good job!
- Oh, I was starting to miss our mommy, - Thor said instantly. - Your praise is always so unexpected.
Nao laughed by slamming him on the back.
- Everybody tried, and Nao-chan was too distracted today, - Saga's voice echoed in Nao's head. He answered with something like a short nod, trying not to raise his head and not to look at Saga.
- Okay, it was too hot in here, whoever was going where, and I was in the shower, - Saga turned around and touched Nao's hand lightly and headed for the door. Nao shuddered appreciably from this touch, thinking that he most wanted to run away now to the edge of the world. Or to lock himself in his apartment and not see the bassist's impudent grin for at least a month.
- Nao-san, are you coming? - Hiroto's voice suddenly came out. - Everybody had already left.
Nao woke up from his thoughts and looked around: indeed, there was no one left on the court but him and Hiroto. And, of course, Sakamoto, he wouldn't go outside until he took a shower. Nao sighed hard and said what he was so afraid of:
- Go, and I'll probably wait for Saga. Is that okay?
Hiroto kept his mouth shut for a minute, as if he was thinking about whether it was a good idea, but then nodded and came out with his jacket.
Standing alone in the middle of the pavilion, Nao was feverishly wondering what to do next. He had just created the perfect conditions for Saga. His mind advised him to run before it was too late, his legs refused to run, and his whole body suddenly became heavier. Nao leaned his back against the wall, listening to his own feelings and the muted noise of the water in the shower room.
It seemed to him that it had been an eternity before the noise of the verse.
When Saga finally showed up at the door, Nao was so tired of his own thoughts that he did not react to his appearance.
- I thought you'd left with everyone, - Saga said in a surprise way. Or just wanted to seem surprised. - It's weird that you're here.
- It's weird for me, too, - Nao looked up to the cause of his concern. - There is something I need to discuss.
- I guess what exactly it is, - Saga came down on a small sofa and patted his palm on an empty place next to him. - Sit down, we'll discuss it.
Nao reluctantly sat down next to him, leaning back on the sofa so vigorously that he staggered. When he crossed his arms on his chest and looked at the floor, Nao asked quietly:
- He lost his head, didn't he?
- You were just so sweet, - Saga smiled and shaken his head. - You're really cute when you're embarrassed and you can't influence the situation.
- Are you excited? - Without taking your eyes off the floor, Nao said.
- And you? - Saga was completely calm and serious, which didn't happen to him often. Nao was going to answer when he suddenly felt Sakamoto's hand on his knee. At that moment, he realized that it was foolish to resist, especially when the body was shouting about it.
- Stop asking stupid questions and do something about it, - Nao said, moaning his face with his palm.
Saga didn't have to be persuaded for a long time. It seems he was just waiting for the leader to run out of patience. When he moved forward, he touched Nao's thin lips and froze, waiting for a reaction. Nao fucked up, but did not pull away, but opened his lips slightly, making it clear that he could continue. He went mad just thinking that there would be something else after the kiss. It was frightening, but it was no less exciting. Saga kissed him carefully, as if he was trying to taste how it was. The leader's lips were surprisingly soft and sensual, and they wanted to kiss for a long time, increasing the pressure gradually. His reaction to kisses amused the bassist. Nao was barely frowning when Saga got carried away biting the delicate skin of his lips. He tried not to think about how wrong all this was, how fast everything was going to happen, and what would happen next. Nao enjoyed the fact that his desires finally became reality. He didn't have enough air, but it seemed impossible for him to interrupt the kiss now.
Oh, yes, don't resist it.
In the silence of the empty pavilion, someone's quick steps were heard. Hiroto, who had come back at such a bad time, was a violator of peace.
- Hey, Nao-san, are you still here? - he talked, looking somewhere aside, not paying attention to what was going on in front of his nose. - The cell phone had forgotten.
At that moment, Hiroto raised his head and froze, squeezing the wretched machine firmly in his hand:
- Oh.
Saga turned his gaze at the guitarist and smiled and said, "I'm sorry:
- Problem.
Nao just sighed hard.
