#muranimonth

"Gotcha!"

Murasaki is innocently making dinner when Nice's outcry first makes him flinch and then sigh in exasperation. He stops chopping carrots and puts his knife down before Nice's fingers start dancing over his ribs. Murasaki's breathing is even and he doesn't so much as twitch. After a minute, Nice gives up.

"Mah, you're no fun! How can you be absolutely not ticklish?"

Murasaki slowly turns around to face the younger boy.

"Nice, first of all, if you announce your assault seconds before, it kind of defeats the purpose of a surprise attack, don't you think? And second, would you please remind me of the powers my Minimum has?"

Nice frowns, "Why?"

"Just do it."

Nice frowns for a second longer before he sighs and starts counting.

"You have super-human strength and super-human grip."

Murasaki nods but adds, "What else?"

Nice looks confused for a second, but then his face brightens.

"You can harden you muscles— oh."

Murasaki smirks at him.

"Yes, oh. There you have your answer."

Nice huffs and it's so adorable that Murasaki can't help but laugh and ruffle his partner's hair.

"That's cheating, you know?"

Murasaki chuckles once more before he turns back around and continues chopping the vegetables.

"You tried to tickle me while I was handling a knife, that hardly sounds fair, either."

Nice is silent for a moment before he peaks around Murasaki's shoulder and asks,

"What's for dinner?"

Murasaki tries to be rigid with Nice—he really does—but a smile still creeps up his face.

"Curry. Now, either help me or go watch some TV or whatever."

Nice immediately steps back and mockingly says, "Aye, aye, captain"—Murasaki guesses he's saluting as well—before the TV is turned on not long after.

***

The next time Nice tries he's slightly more successful. But only slightly. It's their day off when they can sleep in for once and it's one of the rare occasions when Nice wakes up first.

He squirms around in Murasaki's arms until he's facing him and watches his sleeping face for a while before a smile spreads on his lips. Carefully, he considers his next move until his eyes fall on Murasaki's armpit. People are supposed to be ticklish there, right? And there's no real muscles there. If he's quick enough about it it should work, Nice thinks. As slowly and gentle as possible Nice frees his arm from where Murasaki holds it in a death-grip between their chests in his sleep. It takes a while but in the end it's free without the other waking up.

However, it's much harder than Nice thought to reach Murasaki's armpit from the position they're in. He tries nonetheless and that's how he finds Murasaki's weak spot. In an attempt to reach the armpit from the back, Nice's fingers accidentally brush the soft skin on the underside of Murasaki's arm and the older twitches. Nice watches in awe and ghosts his fingers over the same spot again.

This time, Murasaki even lets out a small sound. Nice feels enthralled and he can't take his eyes off his boyfriend as he continues to tickle the back of his arm. When Murasaki starts squirming Nice prays he won't wake up for a long time, but of course that's the exact moment he opens his eyes.

Nice is prepared to be yelled at first thing in the morning—what he's not prepared for is Murasaki smiling at him and saying, "Congrats," with his voice still raspy and low. Nice just stares at him for a few seconds—completely taken in by his sleepy eyes and that dopey smile—that he misses how the other moves just a bit.

And then, just a moment later, Murasaki's charm is gone and he flips them over so Nice is pinned under him. Nice gasps and looks up at the other with wide eyes—still too tired to fully process what is happening. Murasaki's smile turns into a smirk and he leans down to whisper in Nice's ear, "Time for revenge."

While he speaks his fingers already dance down Nice's sides, leaving him in uncertain anticipation. Then, without any further warning, Murasaki's fingertips dig between Nice's ribs mercilessly.

In less than twenty seconds Nice gasps for air, flailing his arms and legs around in desperate attempts to escape Murasaki's grip and laughing from the top of his lungs. Murasaki's so-called revenge—which is in no way justified, compared to Nice's sorry excuse of a tickle attack—lasts less than two minutes before Nice is completely out of breath and begs for his boyfriend to stop.

"Murasaki, stop, please! I promise I won't try to tickle you anymore!"

'At least not today,' Nice adds in his mind, but Murasaki already knows what to expect. Nevertheless, he lets go of the younger. Both of them panting heavily at this point, Murasaki looks at his lover under him and the air leaves his lungs for an entirely different reason.

Nice is lying beneath him, limbs spread on the bed sheets, his hair and clothes a mess, his face flushed and his eyes full of glee. The sight hits Murasaki like a brick in the head and he buries face in the crook of Nice's neck.

"Shit," he mumbles.

Nice—his breath has almost evened out again—pats his head and asks a short, "What's wrong?"

Murasaki laughs.

"I'm kind of turned on right now."

Gently, he lowers his hips to show Nice just how turned on he is and the younger blushes a little when the feels the erection pressed against his thigh. Murasaki grumbles against his neck and Nice's face softens. He pokes his partner until he looks up and in his eyes.

"You know," Nice takes Murasaki's face in both his hands and continues, "I forgot to say something."

Murasaki perks his eyebrows up.

"Hm?"

Nice smiles softly, whispers, "Good morning," and pulls Murasaki down into a kiss, before he lets his hands wander down to his boyfriend's hips to pull his pyjama pants down.

Murasaki dried his hands on his apron, untied the bow behind his back and hung the garment over the backrest of the nearest chair. Then he grabbed his coat and turned to Nice who was currently abusing the buttons of the controller in his hands.

"I’m going out for groceries."

Nice only answered with a short _Hm_, his eyes never leaving the TV screen.

"Thanks for offering to come along."

Murasaki walked over to the door to put on his shoes. When he tied the first one, Nice replied,

"Sorry, can’t save right now."

While tying the second boot, Murasaki dead-panned,

"Just pause it, then."

He already had his hand on the door handle when Nice said,

"If I leave it paused for too long it’ll go on standby and I’ll have to start the stage again…"

Murasaki picked up his keys, muttered, “Well, whatever,” and pulled the door closed behind himself. Nice waited for ten, maybe fifteen seconds before he pressed _Pause_, ran over to the kitchen table, grabbed Murasaki’s apron and ran back to the couch.

He pressed the fabric to his face and took a deep breath. Murasaki’s scent combined with the smell of the delicious food he always cooked made Nice’s stomach tingle.

Quickly, he opened the belt, button and zipper of his jeans and pulled them down around his thighs, together with his underwear.

He felt a little guilty but living together with the source of his affections made it even more difficult to get off whenever he felt like it, so he had to take the few chances he could get when Murasaki left their home on his own.

With a silent hiss Nice took his limp cock in his right hand and gave it a few gentle strokes. His other hand still held the apron close to his nose, inhaling Murasaki’s scent with every breath he took.

When his cock was fully hard he let his left hand trail down his chest to his erection and further back to cup his balls. He let out a loud moan—Murasaki’s name on his lips—when suddenly the apron slid down his face and fell on the floor. With an annoyed groan Nice sat up to pick it up.

Suddenly, he could hear footsteps outside, followed by the sound of a key entering a lock. With his heart leaping to his throat Nice quickly threw over the apron, grabbed the controller and unpaused the game.

Just a moment later Murasaki peaked through the door.

"Forgot something?"

A few seconds passed in which Murasaki let his eyes wander around the room. Nice bit his lower lip, hoping he would just finally turn back around and leave.

"Yeah, my wallet… Ah, there it is."

With three long steps the older detective closed the distance to the kitchen table and grabbed what Nice assumed was his wallet. Then he turned to leave again, casually asking, “You still not coming along?” to which Nice answered as casually as possible, “Nah, sorry.” And then he was out again.

Nice let out a relieved sigh. He put the controller down—pausing wasn’t necessary anymore because he had just gotten a _Game Over_—and leaned back against the couch. He was just about to continue what he had been doing before, when the door flew open again.

"Hold on, why are you wearing my apron?"

Nice froze on the spot, unable to move or even come up with an excuse. Murasaki looked at him with suspicion in his eyes until said eyes fell on the still prominent, yet now a little smaller, tent over Nice’s crotch and widened.

"God damn it, Nice, I was gone for three minutes. _Three fucking minutes!_"

Nice flinched and to his horror Murasaki didn’t just get the hint to leave again, but stepped back inside and closed the door.

"Murasaki, can you please just..?"

Murasaki took off his coat and boots and sat down opposite to Nice on the other couch. Slowly, he crossed his legs and Nice almost whimpered.

"No, I can’t. You’re wearing my apron while—"

He suddenly stopped and covered his face with one hand but Nice could still see the flushed skin of his cheeks. Apparently, he had finally understood the situation they were in.

"—while you’re being _indecent_," he eventually finished.

Nice looked at him with wide eyes for a second or two before he burst into a fit of laughter.

"Oh my god, I can’t believe you!"

Nice doubled over which made the apron slip off his lap a little, revealing parts of his still-naked thighs. Murasaki cleared his throat.

"Anyway, why are you wearing my apron? And why don’t you do… _this_ in the shower like every other person?"

Nice didn’t bother fixing his clothes and just answered, sounded honestly shocked,

"I can’t just do it in the shower, you’d hear!"

Murasaki snorted.

"Okay, first of all, it’s not like you’ve ever cared about that. Your singing isn’t the most pleasurable thing to have to listen to either. And second, it’s entirely possible to do it quietly."

Nice gasped.

"Don’t tell me you do it in the shower?"

Murasaki’s cheeks seemed to catch on fire with how red they turned in just a second.

"I… I’m not— _ouch_!"

He held his cheek and Nice started giggling again, thoroughly enjoying the scene in front of him.

"Did you just bite your tongue?"

Murasaki only looked at him for a split second before he averted his gaze.

"Shut up!"

Nice only laughed louder—until his eyes caught a glimpse of their bathroom door.

He imagined his partner in the room behind it, hot water running down his body, his hands wandering all over his torso, shaky fingers taking hold of his cock and stroking his abdominal muscles.

He whimpered—this was bad.

As subtle as possible, Nice tried to cover his reviving erection but Murasaki had already seen it. He quickly got over his embarrassment from earlier and raised his voice louder this time.

"Okay, for real now, Nice. Why the fuck are you wearing my apron and why are you _getting hard again_?"

Nice sank a little lower on the couch. He knew that whenever Murasaki used impolite speech he was screwed. And not in the good way.

He also knew that his partner wouldn’t back down until he got an answer now. To brace himself, Nice sat up straight again, trying to ignore how his dick had twitched a little when Murasaki had yelled at him.

Nice took a deep breath, looked directly into Murasaki’s eyes and finally answered the question,

"It helps me."

Murasaki waited for further explanation but none came.

"It helps you?"

Nice nodded, but still didn’t say anything else. Murasaki sighed from exhaustion.

"How so?"

Nice’s cheeks caught a faint blush and he averted his eyes for a second when he added,

"Your scent kind of helps me getting off."

Murasaki’s jaw dropped and he stared at the other with wide eyes. But Nice didn’t give him time to recover because he continued right away,

"But now that I know that you jerk off in the shower I’ll do it there as well. Promise!"

The blush from earlier on Murasaki’s cheeks spread further until it reached his ears and neck. The older man sputtered unintelligible words before he hid his face in his hands and mumbled,

"You really masturbate while thinking about me?"

At last there was some hesitation in Nice’s voice when he answered,

"Well, yeah…"

Murasaki gulped and was just about to say something when Nice interrupted him,

"And actually, I think I’m gonna do that right now. You were about to go shopping anyway, right?"

With that he stood up and was just putting his hands on the waistband of his pants to pull them back up when Murasaki shot out of his seat and shouted,

"Wait!"

Nice stopped short, looked down at himself, then back up at Murasaki.

"If this is still about your apron, I promise I won’t wear it anymore. But I kind of really need to take care of this right now."

He frowned when Murasaki lowered his eyes to the ground and stammered,

"To make sure of that I thought I… I mean maybe you… So I—"

He let out a frustrated sigh.

"What I’m trying to say is… _Ugh_, just follow me!"

Murasaki walked around the coffee table, grabbed Nice’s wrist and led them both towards the bathroom. Nice didn’t protest, even though walking was a little difficult with jeans and underwear still hanging around his thighs and a half-hard erection.

Murasaki only let go of Nice’s wrist after he closed the bathroom door behind them. Nice waited for some kind of explanation but to no avail. Prompting him by raising his eyebrows didn’t work either because the older didn’t exactly look at him.

"So, what’s this about? As I said, I’d really like to take care of this."

He vaguely gestured in the direction of his crotch and this time Murasaki did look. He looked him up and down, taking in how the apron loosely hang around his neck and wrinkled where the tip of Nice’s cock pressed against the fabric.

Murasaki cleared his throat and turned around, facing the shower. Nice could see him bite his bottom lip in a mirror before his partner told the shower head,

"I thought, to make sure you won’t use my clothes again and can do it in here you might want some, uh, _visuals_…"

Nice positively gasped and stepped closer. He put one hand on Murasaki’s arm to turn him around, and the muscles and heat of the skin he could feel under his shirt made him feel hotter himself.

"You mean?"

Murasaki spun around, yelling, “Just tell me if I misinterpreted you or not!” but his beet-red face took every piece of threat off him.

Nice’s breath came short when he whispered, “You didn’t.”

Murasaki looked him in the eyes for a second and they seemed so passionate that it was Nice who averted his gaze this time.

"Then, could you turn around for a minute?"

Nice was too excited and exhilarated to even feel disappointed about missing Murasaki stripping down. He slid the apron over his head and let it drop on the floor next to him when he could finally hear Murasaki enter the shower.

He was actually planning on pulling his clothes back up, watching his partner and then getting off on his own afterwards—if he managed to not come in his pants prematurely—but Murasaki ruined his efforts when he asked,

"You sure you can see everything from out there? Maybe you should take a closer look."

The shower halls echoed his words. Nice almost snapped his neck by how quickly he spun around.

His breathing and heartbeat sped up when he saw Murasaki’s naked back, butt, legs. The older’s shoulder blades flexed as he took the shower head down to adjust the water temperature.

Surprisingly calm Nice took off the rest of his clothes until he, too, was completely naked. His heart still frantically beating, he walked up to Murasaki until only a few inches kept their bodies apart. Nice let his trembling hands slide over Murasaki’s back and he was relieved to feel him shake and shiver slightly under his touch.

Still facing the shower head Murasaki whispered,

"Pull the curtain closed, I don’t wanna have to wipe the floor later."

The way Murasaki’s low voice echoed from the walls was almost hypnotic. Holding his breath in anticipation, Nice did as he was told and when he turned back around the older was suddenly looking his way.

Nice once again let his eyes wander. He gazed over Murasaki’s broad neck and shoulders, his pecs, his abs, his— His breath hitched.

Standing in front of him was Murasaki—good-looking, strong, mature, stoic Murasaki—with arousal prominent on his face and most certainly his nether regions.

Without a warning the older turned on the water and sprayed Nice’s body.

"Stop staring!"

Recovering from the shock quickly, Nice watched Murasaki put the shower head back in its holder. Before they could face each other again, though, he stepped forward and let his head drop against Murasaki’s shoulder—he gasped quietly when the tip of his cock brushed his partner’s butt.

"I feel like I can’t do this after all."

He could hear Murasaki gulp basically right next to his ear. They didn’t look at each other when Murasaki answered,

"Oh, sure. Just, uhm…"

He gulped again and took a deep breath, the noises almost drowned out by the sound of rushing water.

"It’s okay. People often misinterpret their own feelings, it’s no big deal. Just get out now and we’ll pretend it never happened."

Nice took a startled step back. Suddenly, he felt his foot slip and he knew he would’ve fallen if not for Murasaki catching him by his upper arm.

"Watch out, idiot!"

When Nice got his footing back he looked at Murasaki for a moment and then broke out into a huge smile. Murasaki covered his face like he often did only to realise he wasn’t wearing his glasses.

"Anyways, you should get out now."

Nice gently shook his head and closed the gap between them again, putting his hands on Murasaki’s biceps.

"That’s not what I meant."

Murasaki frowned at him.

"What I was trying to say is, I don’t think I can only watch. I’ll want to touch you."

Murasaki’s eyes widened. Then, he put a hand on the back of Nice’s neck and said, “You really are an idiot. I don’t want you to just look,” before he pulled him in and pressed their lips together.

Nice eagerly reciprocated, putting his arms around Murasaki’s neck and pulling him closer. Both of them moaned into the kiss when their naked cocks brushed against each other.

After that things happened quickly. Both of them took hold of the other’s erections, sloppily stroking their members while never breaking their liplock.

Nice finished first but considering that he had been aroused for a while by then it didn’t really come as a surprise. Murasaki climaxed not much later, crying out Nice’s name and letting his whimpers be swallowed by his partner’s mouth.

They thoroughly cleaned their bodies in silence. Murasaki then helped Nice rubbing his hair dry with a towel, but halfway through he pulled the teenager to his chest and squeezed him gently. Nice was about to question his action but Murasaki interrupted him before he could even start.

"Just let me hold you for a while, okay? You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this."

Nice’s heart uncharacteristically skipped a beat and his eyes widened, before he circled his arms around Murasaki’s chest, returning the embrace.