A/N: Dear Bailey, Katie and I have completely spoiled you rotten. Between Courting Spazzes, Panacea, Ryuugamine Family Adventures, THE LIST OF STUFF, and now this….. Even though it's not long at all and has the most uncreative (and I'm pretty sure ripped off) title ever. —Scarlet
Disclaimer: I don't even know who created DRRR, just that he/she is AWESOME on levels I can't even comprehend.
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Mikado knew exactly how he'd found himself in this predicament. It was those stupid otaku and their stupid drinking game and peer pressure. It certainly wasn't his fault. What guy wanted to be pinned under his best friend? Correction: His best friend who was determined to be his first kiss.
It had started when the three of them were spending an evening with Erica and Walker at Russia Sushi and they'd started playing a game. Mikado didn't remember all the intricacies, but it was a stupid game that involved stealing Togusa and Kadato's sake and divulging stupid sexual secrets or whatnot.
The point being Mikado had somehow made it known that he'd never been kissed.
The next morning the two of them woke up in a groggy tangle on Mikado's floor, smelling awfully of a smoky bar and rice wine, their clothes were rumpled and Kida's shoes still on. Kida tugged on one of Mikado's spare uniforms as the class president brushed his teeth. They drank canned coffees on the way to school; after all, it wouldn't do to have the senior class president to be late to class. As they entered the school Kida's eyes lit up.
"You've never been kissed…"
Mikado glared at his best friend. Kida didn't know how to be quiet. "Shut up."
Kida hooked an arm around Mikado's neck. "I'm just saying we can't have that, Mikado-kun~!"
The blonde had spent the next week trying to find a girl to kiss Mikado, without luck.
And then… Then Kida had, ever so graciously, offered up his own experienced mouth for Mikado to practice with.
Mikado shouldn't have liked being pinned to the futon beneath his best friend, or the pressure of Kida's lips on his. He certainly shouldn't have liked the way Kida's tongue slid against his and the hot puff of breath on his mouth when they parted.
"You're gonna need a lot of practice, Mikado…"
The dark-haired boy flushed. Kida's hair was covering his face, and he couldn't tell that exactly the blonde was thinking. "Was it… bad?"
Kida brought a hand up to wipe a bit of their mingled saliva from his mouth and shrugged with one shoulder. "Nah, just need to get you caught up to me."
"Need an excuse to kiss me, you mean."
"Something like that."