A/N: I hatched this idea with my friend Sahar. We were wondering what type of hair gel Eiji had to use to keep his hair styled. I do not own PoT, it owns me.
Hair Gel
Oishi pulled his boyfriend close, cupping his cheek with his palm and pressing his lips against those full, pink ones that just begged to be touched. Eiji wrapped his arms around the taller boy's waist and shifted to the tips of his toes so that Oishi wouldn't have to bend so far. The taller boy slipped his tongue past parted lips and placed his hand on Eiji's back, gradually moving it lower. The kiss was slow and passionate, lips rubbing against each other and tongues searching each other out without haste. Oishi's hand reached Eiji's ass and he gaze it a gentle squeeze. The shorter boy moaned into his mouth and the kiss became faster, hungrier. Oishi slid his hand from Eiji's cheek and into red locks, burying his fingers in the other boy's hair.
Eiji felt the kiss slow, and then looked at Oishi as he stepped back until they were parted. The dark haired boy was holding up one hand slightly and biting his lip, looking away.
"Oishi, what the matter?" he asked, frowning.
Oishi hesitated, looking from his hand and then back to his boyfriend. "Eiji… how much hair gel did you use today?"
Blue eyes widened and thin arms flailed. "Nya, Oishi, you're so mean!" the redhead yelled, pouting.
"But Eiji, my entire hand is sticky!" the other boy rebutted, waving aforementioned hand for emphasis.
"Well my hair wouldn't cooperate this morning, and I need that much to keep it in place!" Eiji replied, now crossing his arms over his chest.
"You really needed that much?" Oishi asked, his tone laced with disbelief.
"Yes! Unlike you, some people—"
Eiji was cut off as Oishi's mouth covered his, tongue pushing past his lips, fingers once again entwined in his hair. Oishi would wash his hands later.