I couldn't think of anything...so you got the obvious title.

In other news- YAY my first guy on guy! I couldn't resist XD

...Don't judge me too harshly. This was a REAL quickie. Done in, like, 15 minutes.

-Oceans

(ps) I'm pretty sure this is also the first story I've used Japanese in OO But no way am I gonna go check right now! XD

(pss) Edited : )

He didn't give a damn what it looked like- he wasn't staring….he wasn't! For one thing, for it to qualify as staring, he would have had to look at Kyouya's chest for longer than a minute and not have blinked.

And he'd totally blinked in the last six minutes.

Tamaki whipped his forehead with the back of his arm, getting dirt in his bangs.

The Host Club was weeding Haruhi's community garden (to apologize for catapulting her school bag into the Sea of Japan).

But…they weren't getting much done. It was only to be expected.

Hikaru and Karou were chasing each other with the water hose- or were they playing tug-of-war? Tamaki couldn't really keep up with them. Honey was crying, hold a chrysanthemum by the stem, and Mori seemed to be explaining the differences between a weed and a flower. Kyouya was bending over Haruhi (who was the only one really doing any work), talking. He was also stripped to the waist, and dripping. Hikaru had missed.

Yeah, he had "missed".

But Kyouya hadn't.

The Shadow King suddenly tensed and moved to look over his shoulder.

Tamaki blushed and decided that the ground beneath his knees was a safer thing to stare-look- at.

…He wasn't really sure when it had happened, just that one day he'd noticed that his best friend had really nice hands. And a few days later it was his eyes. And then it was his…well. It hadn't gone away. Whatever it was.

Tamaki didn't like it. It was awkward as hell. Kyouya knew something was weird- the blonde hadn't tackled, glomped, or hardly even touched him in weeks- he just didn't know why. Tamaki figured that he had his theories, but he was fairly certain the truth would make Kyouya jump his socks.

…Or his bones.

Bad Tamaki, bad!

Thoughts like that were not going to help him sort this out any sooner.

He yanked at a weed and frowned. Wouldn't budge.

He was obviously attracted to his friend. He'd already decided that. Worse- it was getting worse. He stuttered when he spoke to him now! What was that? The Host Club King…stuttering.

Not. Right.

Tamaki looked wide-eyed down at the weed. It was still caught fast. He growled and smacked his palms together. "You're going down, you little…" He mumbled in French.

He pulled.

And pulled.

…and pulled.

He was braced on his heels, leaning so far back he was all but parallel to the ground.

"Tamaki, what the hell are you doing?" Kyouya asked, suddenly coming up behind him.

Tamaki's head dropped between his shoulder blades. "I'm-"

There was snap as the weed's roots gave way.

…And then his head was on Kyouya's chest.

Not exactly a bad place to be, Tamaki thought. And his lower body was deliciously close to his friend's.

By the way…how exactly had he ended up in this position?

The weed. That stupid, mulish…-

Kyoua moved beneath him.

-…amazingly wonderful weed.

…

Why was it raining?

"TAMAKI-SENPAI THAT WASN'T A WEED!!!"

"It was a water valve, baka." Kyouya moaned.

Tamaki didn't really care. It was still a wonderful water valve.