writetomyheart | [Team One] Cold Fish

Haha, lost track of the days this week! This isn't finished, but I like it so far.

This was such a horrible idea.

Jigen grumbled to himself, cold and tired and hating this whole plan. Why did he always let Lupin have his way?

"The forecast calls for heavy rain tonight..." Jigen had said.

"It'll be fine, you worry too much, Jigen!" Lupin had insisted. And then he added, "All that worrying will make you old, don't ya know? Try to have some fun tonight!"

It was pouring down so hard Jigen couldn't even light a cigarette to calm his nerves. They had been there for an hour, waiting on a rooftop, thankfully under a tree, but it wasn't enough. Goemon was crouched at Jigen's side, close.

Jigen tried to calm himself.

Ever since Lupin found out that Jigen had a thing for... for Goemon, he'd been trying to push the two of them together.

Jigen sighed and Goemon was touching his leg, probably trying to use Jigen as a shield from some of the rain. Couldn't blame him, his kimono and hakama soaked through, sticking to him uncomfortably...

Nope. Not gonna go there. Jigen grit his teeth, jaw aching as he tried to steer his mind back to the heist. Lupin hadn't even sent out a warning, so why the hell did he have to do this tonight?

He grumbled and hoped his gun hadn't rusted. Hell, Goemon's sword might rust, if they sat out in the rain any longer.

"It's cold," Goemon said, looking straight ahead.

"I know."

"And wet."

"Y'don't say..." Jigen sighed. It wasn't Goemon's fault, but Jigen was frustrated and annoyed and just... He looked down and Goemon was shaking. The guy needed to learn to dress for the weather better. "Hnnn..." Jigen considered things for a moment, and then decided that Goemon getting sick wasn't going to be entirely his fault as he shrugged off his soaked jacket, wringing it out tersely before settling it over Goemon's head and shoulders. At least this way, the rain would run off a little better.

"J-Jigen?" Goemon looked up, cheeks flushed and Jigen told himself it was the cold. Damn, he could go for a cigarette right about now, give him something to do. "Th-thanks..."

Jigen just grunted in response.

A buzzing came from his pants pocket and Jigen was a little surprised that his cell phone wasn't shorted out from the rain.

"Yeah?" Jigen answered, frowning. He didn't care about being heard, the rain drowned out all sound.

"Hey guys! Sorry about this! Seems like you were right, Jigen." Normally, Lupin would rather cut out his own tongue than admit to being wrong, and Jigen really didn't give a shit. He just frowned and tried not to look at Goemon still down on his knees, huddled under his jacket. "Anywho! As an apology, I've just rented you a room at a nice hotel, not too far away! Texting you the address, bye-bye!"

Click.

Jigen glared at his phone and it buzzed a few seconds later, an address popped up in his messages.

"What's going on? Something happen to Lupin?" Goemon looked up, water running down his face in streams, holding the dark jacket out of the way.

"Lupin called it off. Put us up in a hotel for the night." Jigen sighed. There better have been hot water, or he was going to tear through all of Italy just to strangle Lupin.

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There was indeed hot water, but Jigen was definitely going to strangle Lupin next time he saw him. The room was nice, very nice. Too nice. He was going to shoot Lupin.

Jigen sat on the edge of the bed. Singular, one bed. King size. Soggy clothes littered the floor and he didn't give a damn, sitting with a towel around his hips as he waited for Goemon to finish showering, puffing on cigarette after cigarette.

At least Lupin had left him a fresh, not wet pack of cigarettes, along with dry clothes for the both of them. Smug bastard.

And even though he was still freezing and wet and waiting for the hot shower--and Goemon better not have used it all up, or he was gonna shoot him too--his cock was trying to stir, mind wandering to places it shouldn't. Goemon in the shower, naked and wet and warm...

"Damn..." Jigen clenched his jaw, crushing the cigarette between his lips and ruining it. He didn't care.

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