Chapter 45: Picking up flowers in the morning and evening 15
The steaming white mist swirled between the beams and pillars, and Geto Suguru glared across through the heat.
Gojo Satoru was already sitting cross-legged by the pool, his snow-white hair hanging down on his shoulders, his indigo yukata loosely opened at the front, revealing half of his slender waistline.
"Hurry up--" Gojo Satoru shook his feet, and the splashing water fell on the bluestone slabs beside the pool.
"Why is Jay still so shy? You've already seen it."
Geto Suguru's fingers, which were pulling at the yukata's strings, paused for a moment, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red.
He was about to open his mouth to refute when he was suddenly splashed with warm water all over his face.
The sour smell of sulfur rushed into his nostrils. He wiped his face in embarrassment and saw Gojo Satoru laughing with his head thrown back. The hem of his yukata was lifted up to his thighs by the wind.
"Come down quickly, Jie. I'm still waiting to give you a massage. The massage Jie gave me last time was very comfortable, and I want to try it this time too."
"Let's talk about that later. You die first!"
Geto Suguru stood up holding on to the vermilion lacquered corridor pillar and rushed over in the splashing water. Gojo Satoru hurriedly swam towards the wooden wall, carefully dodging Geto Suguru who was rushing towards him.
"Give up! Say Jay is number one in the world!"
After a while of fighting, Gojo Satoru was pushed into the wooden wall by Geto Suguru. He emerged from the water with a messy hair, his eyes narrowed into slits with a smile.
"Give up? No way!"
Xia Yujie's hand, which was pinching half of his shoulder, was trembling slightly, and it was unclear whether he was angry or amused.
In the mist, Gojo Satoru took the opportunity to break free from Geto Suguru's restraints, twisting into a ball again, and laughing even more wildly:
"Now I'm the winner! Haha..."
The two fought and laughed until they were exhausted and leaned back by the pool to catch their breath.
"Jie, come here, I'll give you a massage. It's very comfortable and I guarantee that you will feel comfortable."
Gojo Satoru waved at Geto Suguru, grabbed the towel next to him and was about to hit Geto Suguru on the head.
Geto Xia Yu glanced at him, hooked his fingers into the black hair rope, and his hair fell like an ink waterfall as he moved.
Geto Xiayou hesitated for a moment, but turned around and exposed his back completely to the hot air.
Gojo Satoru's slender fingers rested on Geto Suguru's tense shoulders and neck, pressing in circles through the damp yukata fabric. His fingertips gently kneaded the stiff muscles, and his force precisely rolled over the stiff bones.
"Jie, how about it, comfortable?"
Gojo Satoru rested his chin on Geto Suguru's shoulder, dragging out the ending tone, and his fingertips suddenly poked the acupoint below Geto Suguru's shoulder blade.
Xia Yujie trembled all over when he was pressed, and leaned forward with a muffled groan. His black bangs fell down to cover his eyelashes, but the tips of his ears turned slightly red in the steaming heat.
"What are you hiding from?" Gojo Satoru deliberately used his fingertips to brush the sensitive area behind Geto Suguru's ear again. The itch exploded along his spine. Geto Suguru suddenly turned his head, but Gojo Satoru smiled and continued to press on him.
Xia Youjie grabbed the rebellious wrist with his backhand, "Not finished yet?"
Geto Suguru suddenly chuckled, with a dangerous arc at the end of his tone.
"Then it's my turn to realize it."
Geto Xiayou turned around, took the bamboo spoon, scooped up some warm water, and poured it right onto the back of Gojo Satoru's neck.
"Hiss—" Gojo Satoru shook his shoulders exaggeratedly, and tiny water droplets flew out of the ends of his hair. "Jie, you still hold a grudge like that."
Before he finished speaking, a warm palm had already covered the depression between his shoulder blades, and the fingertips rolled over the sensitive skin neither lightly nor heavily.
Gojo Satoru suddenly shrank forward, but Geto Suguru grabbed his shoulders with his other hand, forcing him to arch his back.
"You can't stand it anymore?" Xia Yujie deliberately lowered his voice, his breath sweeping over the other person's red earlobe, "Who said you would help me relax just now? Why can't you stand it now?"
The bamboo spoon suddenly changed direction, and the cold handle slowly slid down along the curve of the spine, tapping lightly on the coccyx.
Gojo Satoru reflexively twisted his waist to avoid the attack, and his knee accidentally hit the edge of the bathtub, splashing a large amount of water.
"That's a foul, Jie!" Gojo Satoru turned around to grab his wrist, but Geto Suguru grabbed his palm first.
The moist fingertips stroked the sensitive palm lines and pressed hard on the base of the palm. A muffled laugh escaped Gojo Satoru's throat. He tried to pull his hand away but was held even tighter.
"Do you know how to beg for mercy now?" Xia Yujie raised the corner of his lips.
The scooped up warm water gently wet the long white hair, and the fingertips were inserted into the hair and rubbed slowly.
Geto Suguru's fingers were very gentle, and his fingertips gently rubbed Gojo Satoru's scalp, and warm water flowed down his hair.
Gojo Satoru was rubbed like a lazy big cat. He squinted his eyes and slowly collapsed, almost putting all his weight on Geto Suguru.
"Satoru, you're too heavy. Sit up straight."
Geto Xia Yu couldn't help but remind him.
Gojo Satoru made a "hmm" sound and adjusted his posture slightly, but after a while, he fell down again as if he had no bones, with his head resting directly on Geto Suguru's shoulder.
This guy.
Geto Suguru laughed silently in his heart, but didn't say anything else. He just continued to rub Gojo Satoru's head while bearing his weight.
Slender fingers gently massaged Gojo Satoru's scalp, their movements delicate and gentle. Gojo Satoru closed his eyes, his breathing gradually becoming steady, as if he would fall asleep at any moment.
The hot steam from the hot spring slowly rose between the two of them, and the aroma of citrus lingered on their noses.
Geto Xia Yu looked down at Gojo Satoru who was leaning on his shoulder, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth. His fingertips gently scratched the other's nose covered with foam.
"Wu, wake up."
Gojo Satoru didn't move, but just made a vague "hmm" sound, as if he had fallen into a half-asleep state.
Geto Suguru didn't push him away, but just leaned quietly by the pool, letting Gojo Satoru lean on him.
"No..." Geto Suguru suddenly stopped and reached out to touch the other person's forehead.
Pushing aside the wet white hair stuck to her red cheeks, she revealed her usually flamboyant mouth, which was now tightly pursed into a line.
The mantra power that used to be as natural as breathing suddenly boiled over and surged, rampaging through the meridians like a disturbed poisonous snake.
He leaned on one knee to adjust his posture, grabbed his coat and wrapped it around the unconscious person. The rubbing of fabric was mixed with a low curse he uttered through gritted teeth: "Who is the one who doesn't want to die..."
This action made the other person's head unconsciously rub against his neck, and the warm breath brushed against his skin, as if reminding him that there was still warmth in his life.
Geto Xia Yu clenched the man's drooping hand, his knuckles turning white from the force, "Satoru, can you hear me?"
"Well, Jie, how did you become two?" Gojo Satoru tilted his head and opened his eyes with trembling eyelashes.
His silver hair hung wetly behind his head, his voice trailed off softly, and his arm rested naturally on Geto Suguru's shoulder.
When Geto stood up, he brought with him the scent of lime mixed with water vapor, and his warm palm firmly supported his elbow: "Did you soak for too long?"
"Maybe he fainted."
Gojo Satoru practically hung on Geto Suguru, his toes dangling on the slippery ground. "Can you help me out?"
The water droplets slid down his angular jaw and condensed into a crystal point on his collarbone.
Geto Suguru didn't expose this poor excuse and let him half-lean towards the locker room.
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