HEMP ROPE

21.

Click, Slam

 

"Hia, where've you been?" Team lifted his face from his mobile game for a moment. He almost forgot the Angry Birds game he had installed.

 

"It's hot. I went to get ice cream."

 

"Who's a good boy? Oww! Don't smack me. I'm just saying." Team rubbed his head, glaring at the man sitting down beside him.

 

"I'm not a dog." Win unwrapped one ice-cream, stuffed it in Team's mouth, then unwrapped one for himself.

 

Team went back to his game, and Win watched TV. It wasn't long until Win finished his, and he was about to get up and trash the wrapper. But when he noticed Team's focus on his game, small chunks of ice cream were melting at the tip.

 

"Shit! It's melting off." Win stuck out his hand by the time that ice-cream chunk fell off, into his hand. "Sorry." Team tossed his cellphone on the bed and grabbed Win's wrist. Without words, Team leaned to take that chunk from Win's big palm. Win's heart pounded as his palm lightly touched his lips.

 

"Hmm?" Team lifted his brow. Upon Win's taken-aback expression, he thought of something fun. 

 

"Here too." He licked up to the ice-cream-covered fingertip, waggling his eyebrows. Win narrowed his eyes, then touched his lips with his ice-cream-covered hand.

 

"Here too."

 

"Guess I have to clean it." Win clicked his tongue and moved his face closer, licking the sweet ice cream clean. A man covered in tattoos heated up he slid his hand on Team's waist, about to slide it under Win's tank top, but then...Woosh, he caught nothing as Team rolled away and picked up his cellphone.

 

"Ai Team," he called, voice hard.

 

"Go wash your hands, it's all sticky. Or better take a shower, your hands are salty. Go, go!" Team waved him away without a look. Win bared his teeth before he snatched the junior's cellphone and threw it on a bed, ignoring his howls. Then he put the junior in a chokehold, dragging him.

 

"Hiaaaa, where're you taking me? Let go!"

 

"To take a shower." He pushed the shower door open and threw the kid in.

 

"What does it have to do with me!?"

 

Dark eyes twinkled. The young man threw his shirt away and moved toward Team until his back hit the wall. Big hands smeared ice cream on Team's cheeks and neck.

 

"You're a mess, too. Let's shower."

Team was dumbstruck. "Ai! Let goo!!! Aghhhhhhhhhhhh, no!"