A drabble. It's probably OOC because as we all know, Mask of miracle isn't out yet, but I just couldn't resist.
I know some think Lando is more of a calm fellow but after seeing how playful he looked in the trailer I don't think he'd be all that shy. In fact, he'd probably be the opposite of that. I can see him teasing Layton and being a jackass. An awesome jackass.
"Stay still...!"
"Lando, no, I— I can't." Layton barely managed to avoid his friend's lips, but his attempts at pushing him away were worthless: Lando's breath caressed his face as soon as he was done struggling. "This doesn't feel right."
He rolled his eyes— So old and still so immature.
"Listen, do you want to learn or not?" The brunette looked downwards. "If we kiss a lady without knowing what we're doing, they'll think we're fools!"
"I- I understand that, however..."
"'However' what? Would you rather ask a woman to help you instead? Would you rather ask Sharon—?"
"Of course not." Layton cut him off immediately, cheeks reddening.
"That's exactly what I'm trying to say: We can only help each other now. And we're friends so it's alright, see?" He nodded to himself, not even waiting for an answer. "Right. Now, we should both close our eyes at the same time."
"But that's—"
Lando's glare crushed whatever excuse Layton had in mind.
"... Very well."
With his eyes closed, all the brunette could do was feel and listen: The soft tip of a nose, glasses brushing his skin lightly, and his breathing, a bit accelerated and pleasantly warm.
"Are you sure... of what you're doing?"
"I suppose. We have to actually press our lips together first, see."
"Well then, if it's that simple— hm!"
And their mouths did meet, yet it was clumsy and strange to say the least. Lando's lips weren't particularly soft nor tender and sent shivers down Layton's back, cheeks flaring up almost instantly— No, no, that simply couldn't be right. The temptation to open his eyes and end it all with a well-aimed nudge was increasing with each second that passed, too—
"...Mw... hah"
"...! ?"
— That urge didn't exactly decrease when Lando's mouth started moving against his own.
Panicking, Layton finally opened his eyes, just to realize that the other boy had never closed his. And to make matters worse, he was smug enough to tease him with a half-amused look, probably predicting his reaction. It was as if he was trying his hardest to calm him down, and when he realized the future professor was only getting more restless, Lando could only laugh against his lips.
The nerve.
A groan was the first and only warning he would issue— Unfortunately, it only worked against him, as it gave Lando a chance to slip his tongue in his mouth (much to his dismay, too). All that was left was the final blow: A single moan sent a shock of something unknown down his entire body and it seemed to drain all of his resistance away.
That... fool...
When he finally pulled away, Layton didn't even have enough energy to shove him off of him.
"Heh. Your face is an interesting shade of crimson, Hershel."
He still dared to taunt him, that...
"Y-you knew how to...?"
"Well."
Lando got up, straightening his clothes.
"I never said I needed to learn, remember?"
"You!"
"It's alright, it's alright! At least now you know how to kiss someone, don't you?" A shameless wink. "And if you want me to show you again, all you have to do is ask! What's a kiss between friends after all?"
And as he laughed, carefree as always, Layton rubbed his temple.
Why was he best friends with that boy, again?