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Asahi: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night! Makoto: You were flirting with Kisumi... Asahi: So what? He’s my boyfriend! Ikuya: You asked him if he was single. Haruka: And then you cried when he said he wasn’t.

[cattatonically]

59. this year my family has decided we’re celebrating the holidays on a cruise and you’re the cute bartender who teases me for mourning the lack of snow Makoto and Asahi

Guess who’s back after a bad bout of writer’s block! 

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“I really don’t know what you were expecting,” Haru said as he looked down at his phone. “Sousuke says to stop bitching and start drinking. It’s all inclusive for a reason.” All Makoto could do was sigh at his best friend.

The cruise had been his parents’ idea. A treat for a hard year, they’d said. Makoto had been ecstatic! A cruise over the holidays could only mean one thing - snow and ice caps and fjords. Unfortunately, he’d failed to notice the destination of the cruise. And now here he was, thousands of kilometres away from home, cruising around the Caribbean. With a very distinct lack of snow.

“All I’m saying,” Makoto continued to complain, “is that they could have at least decorated with some fake snow. Even just a sheet of white felt would have been appreciated!”

“Sousuke says you’re being a drama queen,” Haru responded. He hadn’t even bothered to look up from his phone. It was just Makoto’s luck that the love of Haru’s life happened to be just as snarky as he was.

They approached the bar, Makoto preparing himself to drown his lack-of-snow-sorrows for the next week and a half. He was about to place his order when he nearly choked on his tongue instead. The man behind the bar was striking. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Handsome. And all the other words that meant hot as fuck. He was tall, and broad, with dark hair pulled back in a bun with an undercut. He was the embodiment of every single one of Makoto’s fantasies. And he was smiling right at him. Makoto wanted the ship to throw him overboard right at that very moment.

Haru snorted and ordered an Old Fashioned for them both - their usual. Makoto downed his in a single gulp and motioned for a refill. He was going to need every ounce of whiskey he could handle to get through this cruise.

“Sousuke says you’re a pathetic drama queen,” Haru snarked in monotone.

“You and Sousuke can both fuck right off.” Makoto realized he hadn’t even gotten the bartender’s name.

“Not even one snowman, Haru! Not a one!” Makoto was still distinctly disappointed with the lack of snow as they approached the bar in the middle of the afternoon the following day. This time he was prepared. And when the bartender smiled, Makoto took note of his name. Asahi.

“I agree, the lack of festive decorations makes me a little homesick for the the cold and snow of home,” Asahi agreed. “Another Old Fashioned for you both?” All Makoto could do was nod. And turn red. Very red.

“For the love of god,” Haru muttered at him as they nursed their drinks. Makoto was developing a crush. It was a pattern that would repeat. Asahi would smile, make their drinks, Makoto would stutter and blush, and Haru would sass. Makoto was really starting to regret inviting Haru along on this particular vacation.

A few days later, Asahi got to work preparing their drinks when he saw Makoto and Haru approach the bar. Makoto could already feel the heat lick up his neck and cheeks. Haru snorted at him.

Makoto was expecting to see another Old Fashioned. But what he saw instead was a martini glass. It was white. And rimmed with something that looked like snow. Makoto looked up at Asahi’s dark, beautiful eyes and gaped.

“It’s called Sex on a Snowbank. It’s mostly rum and coconut cream. Seeing as you missed the snow so much, I thought I’d try to bring the snow to you.” Asahi handed the drink over with a wink.

“Good lord. Asahi, Makoto here has a crush on you. Just ask him out already and put my boyfriend and I out of the misery of watching him pine.” Haru grabbed his drink and walked away, leaving Makoto there to suffer the mortification.

“I. Uh. Oh god. Sorry about… that,” Makoto stammered. He picked up his drink and saw a napkin with something scrawled on it.

“I’m off shift in a couple of hours. Text me, and we’ll see what we can do about some snowbanks?” Makoto had a feeling that Haru would have something new to text Sousuke about for the next week.

[cattatonically]

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Any other day, Asahi would absolutely love straddling this man’s hips and holding him down. Today is not any other day. Today is the day Asahi succumbed to his instincts. He leaned down a little to smell the man’s neck, feeling the life source thrum just under the surface.

While he was known to Asahi as a scaredy cat, in this moment Makoto looked lucid, clear headed, and calm. It made Asahi grin something a little wild and manic.

“You’re beautiful like this, babe. Gorgeous. Stunning,” Asahi said, running his hands up Makoto’s torso. “Too bad it can’t last.” Asahi sunk his hands into Makoto’s chest, easing his magic into the gorgeous creature underneath him.

Makoto gasped at the intrusion, tears running down the sides of his face from his prone position on the ground. He looked like he was dying. Or just on the precipice of a mind blowing orgasm. Asahi would take it, either way. His fingers moved, searching. Makoto hiccuped and sobbed. He really, truly, absolutely was gorgeous. It was a shame Asahi couldn’t stick around and watch him, but Momo was waiting for him.

“Don’t worry, babe. This won’t kill you. Not if you take care of it properly. But if it does, come find me and I’ll see what I can do about it,” Asahi winked, watching the terror finally fill Makoto’s beautiful green eyes.

His fingers finally found the small shard of soul it was searching for. Makoto wouldn’t miss it. His days in the ocean were long behind him. He ripped it out of Makoto’s chest, feeling him buck up under him from the pull. It was kind of sexy.

Asahi stood, stored the shard in a small glass vile, and brushed his hands off on his pants. He looked down at Makoto’s trembling body and hoped, truly hoped, that he would survive.