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cause i got you sweating in this weather ; one-shot
Title: 'Cause I Got You Sweating in This Weather
Author: loudestoflove
Pairing: Kris/Yixing
Rating: PG
Length: 640~ words
Summary: Disneyland is great and all but man, Yixing could kill for some ice cream.
Author: loudestoflove
Pairing: Kris/Yixing
Rating: PG
Length: 640~ words
Summary: Disneyland is great and all but man, Yixing could kill for some ice cream.
Yixing winds his arms around Yifan's, nudging his face into his shoulder. He's hot and he's tired and he knows that Yifan can tell. The trip has been amazing, no doubt about it, and he can't remember the last time he got a chance to take a visit to an amusement park. Getting to relax for, well, pretty much the first time since their debut has been entirely welcome. Yixing just wishes he hadn't had to dance in public like that. He could have passed on that one.
Yifan looks down at Yixing with fond indulgence. “You're worse than the kids,” he says, amused. “Do you need a nap?”
“Oh shut up,” Yixing grumbles. They're waiting in line for a water ride, and he knows it'll cool him down, but in the mean time he just wants someone to hold on to. He likes that Yifan understands that. Despite the fact that they're in public, being trailed by kids with cameras, Yixing lets his hand slide down Yifan's arm until they're palm to palm. It's Yifan who laces their fingers together, after a quick glance behind them. They're trusting that Zitao, ever Yifan's shadow, will provide cover. “We better get ice cream after this.”
It's really too hot for them to be this close, and Yixing can already feel their hands getting clammy, but neither of them move. “Are you sure you're not five?” Yifan murmurs.
The line isn't moving and Yixing is getting impatient. He presses his cheek flush against Yifan's shoulder and rocks his feet. Their hands slide apart as the line moves forward a few steps but Yixing stays close. He stretches up to speak to Yifan, and Yifan bends automatically to better hear him. “Look at them stare,” he says, gesturing with a tiny little jerk of his chin at the wide-eyed patrons in line in front of them. The fans around them are shouting, calling their names, taking pictures, but these people are clearly not in on it. “They have no idea who we are.” He smiles a little. “It's kind of nice.”
Yifan looks down at him again, and there's affection in his expression, written in the arch of his angled eyebrows and the twist of his full lips. “Planning on running away? To where nobody knows who you are again?”
Yixing shoves one thin shoulder into Yifan's. “No way you'd let me go,” he points out. He raises his eyebrows at Yifan, certain he's right.
“Nope,” Yifan agrees without hesitation. He hooks a long arm around Yixing's narrow shoulders for a second, pulling him in for a quick squeeze. “You're stuck with us.” They move forward another few steps and Yifan throws him a small smile, the one Yixing knows by now is his, and the you're stuck with me goes unspoken.
“Well,” Yixing huffs, affecting a put-upon stance. “I guess I'll deal with it. As long as we get ice cream.” He's being petty and childish, but he's doing it on purpose. Maybe he's using his powers for evil, but he's always been one of exactly two people who can break their duizhang and right now Zitao is too distracted by taking a selca to talk Yifan into getting them treats.
They're nearly at the ride now and Yifan lets his arm fall, his fingers sliding down Yixing's spine and lingering briefly on his hip. “Now I'm certain you're five,” Yifan tells him, but Yixing knows from the way he rolls his eyes and laughs that Yifan's will has already crumbled.
When they head into the ride, the warmth in Yixing's belly has nothing to do with the heat of the California sun and everything to do with how Yifan raises his eyebrows and grins just for him.
Yifan looks down at Yixing with fond indulgence. “You're worse than the kids,” he says, amused. “Do you need a nap?”
“Oh shut up,” Yixing grumbles. They're waiting in line for a water ride, and he knows it'll cool him down, but in the mean time he just wants someone to hold on to. He likes that Yifan understands that. Despite the fact that they're in public, being trailed by kids with cameras, Yixing lets his hand slide down Yifan's arm until they're palm to palm. It's Yifan who laces their fingers together, after a quick glance behind them. They're trusting that Zitao, ever Yifan's shadow, will provide cover. “We better get ice cream after this.”
It's really too hot for them to be this close, and Yixing can already feel their hands getting clammy, but neither of them move. “Are you sure you're not five?” Yifan murmurs.
The line isn't moving and Yixing is getting impatient. He presses his cheek flush against Yifan's shoulder and rocks his feet. Their hands slide apart as the line moves forward a few steps but Yixing stays close. He stretches up to speak to Yifan, and Yifan bends automatically to better hear him. “Look at them stare,” he says, gesturing with a tiny little jerk of his chin at the wide-eyed patrons in line in front of them. The fans around them are shouting, calling their names, taking pictures, but these people are clearly not in on it. “They have no idea who we are.” He smiles a little. “It's kind of nice.”
Yifan looks down at him again, and there's affection in his expression, written in the arch of his angled eyebrows and the twist of his full lips. “Planning on running away? To where nobody knows who you are again?”
Yixing shoves one thin shoulder into Yifan's. “No way you'd let me go,” he points out. He raises his eyebrows at Yifan, certain he's right.
“Nope,” Yifan agrees without hesitation. He hooks a long arm around Yixing's narrow shoulders for a second, pulling him in for a quick squeeze. “You're stuck with us.” They move forward another few steps and Yifan throws him a small smile, the one Yixing knows by now is his, and the you're stuck with me goes unspoken.
“Well,” Yixing huffs, affecting a put-upon stance. “I guess I'll deal with it. As long as we get ice cream.” He's being petty and childish, but he's doing it on purpose. Maybe he's using his powers for evil, but he's always been one of exactly two people who can break their duizhang and right now Zitao is too distracted by taking a selca to talk Yifan into getting them treats.
They're nearly at the ride now and Yifan lets his arm fall, his fingers sliding down Yixing's spine and lingering briefly on his hip. “Now I'm certain you're five,” Yifan tells him, but Yixing knows from the way he rolls his eyes and laughs that Yifan's will has already crumbled.
When they head into the ride, the warmth in Yixing's belly has nothing to do with the heat of the California sun and everything to do with how Yifan raises his eyebrows and grins just for him.
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