Rating: PG-13
Warning: Innuendo XDDD
Pairing: well... it depends on how you look at it... ^O^ (okay, okay, it's Keisuke + Takeshi)

Soap

Thumping footsteps coming down the stairs alerted Ryousuke to his younger brother's whereabouts. A softer set of footfalls heard just behind made Ryousuke's lips twitch in a barely repressed smile. Waiting a minute for the two to actually enter the kitchen, he then looked up from the newspaper spread out before him. Taking a sip of coffee before setting the mug aside, he stared at the two boys standing in the doorway.

Keisuke's spiky hair was still wet, turning the usually dark blonde closer to brown. He was wearing a large T-shirt, and his favourite happy face boxers. (AN-Joe Boxer, of course, would kei-pi have anything other than brand name? ^O^) The second boy, Nakazato Takeshi, was wearing one of Keisuke's Fila T-shirts and a pair of…Ryousuke cleared his throat, swallowing laughter. Takeshi, the dreaded king of Death Glares, was wearing a pair of boxers covered with large, pink hearts.

Picking up his cup again as a distraction from the amusing sight Takeshi presented, Ryousuke schooled his expression into one of utmost innocence.

"I passed the bathroom on my way downstairs this morning and I heard a terrible racket…" Ryousuke's voice trailed off as he took another sip of coffee, eyebrow arched in an inquisitive manner.

Takeshi blushed, quickly trying to find something, anything, to hide behind. Keisuke wrinkled his nose cutely.

"Blame him," he jerked his thumb at the boy currently trying to crawl into the refrigerator. "He dropped the soap."

Both boys managed to avoid a second shower as Ryousuke choked on his coffee.

THE END?