Easter holiday in Miami//Private//

Pants, on. Tanktop... Left it off. The tattoo did have good use of some 'fresh' air, after he dabbed it dry.

Minato sighed as he came out of the bathroom in fresh boxers and t-shirt, towelling his hair dry. "Could you. Uhm. Maybe. Put on a shirt."

"Could put a blanket over my shoulders if it helps." he muttered. "But new tattoos need as much fresh air as they can get the first couple days to promote healing."

Sigh. "You're just saying that because you know I check out your chest," Minato mumbled in defeat.

".... That too." he muttered.

"So put on the blanket." Minato laid one over his lap just in case.

He sighed and did so, making sure it didn't touch the tattoo, as sensitive as the skin was.

There certainly wasn't any sort of conversation from Minato's side.

!... Sorry." he finally muttered.

"Hn," grunted Minato. Then, realising that was probably a little to assholeish, "S'okay. But.. I.. kinda don't wanna."

"I... I know. That's why I told you I'm sorry."

"Well.. I'm.. Ah, well. I.. I don't really understand any of it but.. but if.. but I guess you don't really decide if you like me or not so.. so I guess it's okay," mumbled the younger boy at the floor.

"Just like you didn't decide that you fell in love with Kushina," he muttered.

"...sounds like she told you about that..." he didn't know how to feel about it.

He shrugged. "She kinda didn't need to. It's obvious."

"S just that I.. pretty much told her that exact thing. But.. yeah. Whatever. Look. I'm.. I'm grateful for.. well, everything you've been doing for me - US - for us, so far, but.. but it'd just be really, really wrong to sleep with you..."

"Even just one time?" in his head the other didn't really count. It'd most of all 'just' been a taste.

"If I do it once, you'll want to do it again." Minato candidly did NOT mention what HE might want.

"Like I said, I'll keep to Jake in the future. He got the scholarship." he shrugged. "He's coming to Mountain High for the last year. If I'm ever tempted, he'll be there."

"So you'll fuck him thinking about fucking me?" Minato snorted in derision. "That's.. well, that's just.. sick, man."

He shrugged. "Been working okay so far."

"Seriously. Stop that, or I'm telling that guy what's going on."

"He knows."

"...the fuck?" Minato stared.

"I told him fair and square, and he understood." he shrugged. "Not much more to it."