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This was a terrible idea. Hanzo did not know why he even bothered to do anything with Johnny Cage. The man was a meddling menace, and he wore that title with pride. But Hanzo, like a fool, agreed to join him and the children for ice cream. Takeda and his friends had been training diligently the past few days, and Hanzo could agree that they deserved a nice break, plus, they were supposedly celebrating Hanzo’s full recovery. It seemed like a legitimate outing.
He should have been suspicious of the fact that Johnny insisted they go outside of the base and to dress casually. He should have been even more suspicious when the children were also insistent. But Hanzo had been desperate to do anything other than do nothing at the base. Bed rest and no strenuous activity had quickly become his most hated words. It had not helped matters when everybody near him was so determined to make sure he followed the doctor’s orders. The worst at it had been Kuai Liang.
Upon hearing the doctor’s orders that Hanzo remain bed ridden for several days, and then on minimal activity, Kuai Liang had immediately set himself as Hanzo’s minder, and while Hanzo knew it came from a place of love and concern, it was incredibly frustrating. There was so little time for them to actually spend together given their positions as grandmasters of their respective clans, and Hanzo never wanted to waste a moment. That was not to say he did not enjoy simply being in Kuai Liang’s presence, he quite enjoyed it, however, he hated the idea that they were limited because Hanzo was injured on, what should have been, a simple mission. But of course, anything Raiden said was going to be simple was ever anything but.
So for the last two weeks, Hanzo had spent his time either confined to bed or watching everybody else train. He could feel the pent-up energy building, and there was no real outlet for it. It had not helped that Kuai Liang was adamant they do not engage in any sexual activity. He had made the decent point that what they did in the bedroom tended to be a strenuous activity, but when Hanzo had made the argument that they could take it easy, Kuai Liang had apologized and said he was not comfortable risking Hanzo’s recovery. It was so very like Kuai Liang to be so caring, and Hanzo loved that dearly about him, but elder gods be cursed, Hanzo was desperate from not getting any.
To make matters worse, Kuai Liang had been training others, and watching those lessons had reminded Hanzo about how sexy Kuai Liang was. Literally everything that man did had stoked the flames of Hanzo’s desire, and the private moments spent with his own hand had been only satisfying enough to take the immediate edge off. Now Hanzo realized it was a natural instinct to suddenly crave that which is suddenly denied, but that did not stop him from feeling embarrassed at how easily his body succumbed to baser impulses. Sexual frustration, and frustration from experiencing said sexual frustration meant Hanzo was about ready to jump Kuai Liang the first chance he got.
“You have got the biggest case of blue balls I have ever seen.”
Hanzo punched Johnny in the arm without looking. He could not spare any attention. It was all on Kuai Liang leaning down to study the ice cream display. Even though he had to stare through a garishly painted window to see him, Hanzo was absolutely distracted at the way Kuai Liang’s shorts stretched across his ass.
Again, he should have known this was a setup when he heard that Kuai Liang was borrowing some clothes from Johnny Cage. It was common knowledge that Johnny kept an extensive wardrobe and that Kuai Liang did not have much other than a few variations of his uniform and the robes he would sometimes wear when he was feeling relaxed. Admittedly, Hanzo did not have the most elaborate wardrobe, but he tended to mingle in civilian settings enough times to have some items that fit into societal standards. He should have been the one to offer to dress Kuai Liang. Then, he would not be in this position. But of course, Johnny got to Kuai Liang first and now he had to suffer the consequences.
Besides inappropriately low hanging shorts that cupped his ass like a well-fitted glove, Kuai Liang was wearing a tank top with armholes that had no reason being cut so low. It was borderline obscene at how much skin Hanzo could see. He felt the air around him becoming warmer, even though it was already a hot summer day. And then, Kuai Liang had the gall to point to something, extending his finely muscled arm, and Hanzo could practically see his entire chest. Hanzo clenched his jaw. How was this outfit more provocative than when Kuai Liang was naked?
“You’re welcome,” Johnny suddenly laughed as he clapped Hanzo on the shoulder.
There was no way Hanzo was going to thank Johnny for choosing Kuai Liang’s clothing. Thankfully, whatever treats Kuai Liang and the children were choosing were paid for, and they exited the small parlor.
“Are you alright, Hanzo?” Kuai Liang asked as he handed him a popsicle. “Do you need to go back? It is quite warm today.”
Johnny burst into full belly laughter at his words, and Hanzo wanted to melt into the floor knowing that something was showing on his face. Kuai Liang tilted his head, obviously confused, but likely writing it off as Johnny being Johnny.
“I am fine, thank you,” Hanzo answered, hoping his voice betrayed nothing but simple gratitude.
Kuai Liang smiled at him and Hanzo felt his heart flutter. He sat down next to Hanzo and began chatting amicably with the children, periodically swiping his tongue across his ice cream cone. It took all his self-discipline to not stare at that tongue darting in and out of that mouth and think about all of the more intimate ways to use that tongue. He tore his gaze away from Kuai Liang, only to find Johnny staring at him with a giant grin on his face.
“Hey, Grandmaster Blueberry Ice,” Johnny suddenly called. “Hanzo’s popsicle is melting kind of fast, got some cool skills to help?”
If Hanzo ever learned how to burn someone with his hellfire by looks alone, Johnny Cage would be the first one to experience it.
“Why is your popsicle melting so quickly in the first place?” Kung Jin asked.
“Yeah, none of ours are melting that fast,” Cassie added, mirroring her father’s grin. “Something got your temperature up?”
Jacqui and even Takeda seemed amused. Oh, how he was going to make them suffer in their next training course with him.
“Hm, you do seem warmer than usual,” Kuai Liang said as he placed his hand on Hanzo’s forehead. “Are you sure you are fine?”
The cool touch was certainly relieving from the heat, but unfortunately, Hanzo’s brain decided to remind him of the way Kuia Liang would run his hands across his body, using the difference in their natural body temperatures to keep his body on edge, and now Hanzo had to subtly cross his legs under the table while convincing Kuai Liang he was not some hormonal teenager. As of right now, Kuai Liang was blissfully unaware of the effect he was having on Hanzo, and Hanzo was determined to keep it that way. But of course, Johnny had to continually sabotage him, because the fool began laughing uncontrollably again, and now Kuai Liang was looking between them suspiciously.
“So, Grandmaster Kuai Liang, what do you think of the flavor you chose?” Jacqui suddenly asked.
Kuai Liang stared at them for another moment, but then seemed to allow himself the distraction. Hanzo knew Takeda had a keeper in that young lady. He breathed a silent sigh of relief at no longer being under Kuai Liang’s scrutiny.
“It is good, but I find it to be a little too sweet for my liking,” he answered. “I should have guessed it would be when the gentleman behind the counter listed off, what I assume to be, several different candies. They had very odd names.”
“Yeah, some of it was candy, but the others are, like, little cakes,” Jacqui explained.
“Like Twinkies, Ho-Hos,” Kung Jin interrupted with far too much glee.
“Did they happen to have flavors with Ding-Dongs? Ooh, or what about Snowba-“
Hanzo set Johnny’s pants on fire before he could finish. He yelped in surprise, dropping his ice cream, and frantically patted at the small flame.
“Stop, drop, and roll, Dad!” Cassie cackled.
With the flame finally put out, Johnny slumped into his seat, grinning and muttering about having no regrets.
“You made me drop my ice cream,” Johnny still whined, looking at the sad mess on the ground.
“You may have mine,” Kuai Liang said, offering the mostly uneaten dessert to Johnny.
Hanzo wanted to slam his head, or maybe Johnny’s head, into the table. He could see the exact moment Kuai Liang caught on to what was happening.
“Woo-hoo! You’re the best, Frosty,” Johnny crowed as he eagerly grabbed the cone. He looked directly at Hanzo, shit-eating grin still on his face. “Isn’t he just the best?”
“Yes, Hanzo, am I not the best?”
The way he practically purred those words into his ear nearly made Hanzo spontaneously combust right then and there. Kuai Liang was leaning into his personal space, propping up his chin with his hand, and smirking at Hanzo. That expression never bode well for Hanzo. Because as it turned out, Kuai Liang was as much of, if not more than, a little shit as Johnny.
“Here, allow me to help you with that.”
Kuai Liang grabbed Hanzo’s hand that was holding the rapidly melting popsicle, leaned forward, and then proceeded to fellate said popsicle like a champ. He pulled off with an unnecessarily obscene slurp, his tongue slowly licking his now red stained lips.
“Hot damn, you are a lucky man,” Johnny whistled. “I’m gonna need a smoke after that.”
Enough was enough. Hanzo incinerated the popsicle, sprung up from his seat, pulling Kuai Liang up with him. He was going to fuck that smirk right off Kuai Liang’s face, and judging by the pleased grin, Kuai Liang was very satisfied with himself.
“Do not disturb us for any reason,” Hanzo ordered.
Not waiting for any type of reply, Hanzo pulled Kuai Liang flush to his body, choosing to ignore Johnny’s thumbs up, and teleported them in a blazing column of fire.