Kissing with Joshua was the last thing that Neku expected was going to happen in the phonebooth of love.
The whole situation was a little surreal when he thought it over-not that he had any time to focus his mind on the matter when he had soft lips nipping and moving against his own. All he remembered was stepping in and turning around before realizing that the booth was just a bit too small for the both of them to have their own space, and that Joshua was pressed against his body and he was talking but Neku was having trouble understanding when that face was so extremely close.
Sure, Joshua was, in his opinion, a dick, but he was an incredibly attractive and flirty dick who had been not only testing his patience but his ability to keep from popping a boner every once in a while. It was an extremely difficult task when his voice was so smooth and he would giggle and say things ridden with innuendo and it would turn Neku's world upside down.
And then, in the phonebooth, Joshua's hand had found a place on the back of his neck and they were kissing and it felt very, very wrong, but simultaneously it was incredibly and undeniably right. Neku knew that he was supposed to object, but another part of his brain told him to just go for it. And so he did.
When Joshua finally pulled away from him and looked him in the eyes, it wasn't with a deep loving gaze, nor was his expression filled with lust; he cracked a toothy grin and mumbled something about 'being right.'
Neku just scoffed before pulling him in again.