Warnings: homosexuality, underage drinking, language
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone/any persona utilized in this fic.
[a/n] This story (which is likely to turn into a series) was inspired by my short drabble "Prom" in my song fic series "music." It, in turn, was inspired by the song "Some Nights" by fun. Usually when I extend drabbles out of that story, I just give them a bit more detail. This one, however, is now going to be a (probably long-running) series. Blame AlienxLove; she's the one who requested it. xD (Shameless plug: You should all go and read the fic we're co-writing. It can be found on both our ff's as "Black-Haired Butler" under Misc. Plays/Musicals, or on my lj account.) Please enjoy!
The pair sped down the highway, wind whipping their hair against their faces. Kai held his bangs back from his face with his hand, doing his best to keep the scratches of his locks away from his skin. He popped open the glove box with his free hand, and rummaged around in it for some sunglasses. Miyavi reached around to the back seat, grabbed a pair, and lobbed it into Kai's lap. The shorter man grinned to show his appreciation before sliding them behind his ears and letting them drop down onto his nose. Grinning back, Miyavi shifted into the next gear. Kai turned up the volume on the radio, bobbing his head and tapping to the rhythm on his knees. Miyavi smirked over at him, looking at him out of the corner of his eye. He and Kai had shared quite a moment last night, and this morning. Over twelve years of being best friends, of sharing beds and showers and changing rooms (though admittedly, they hadn't showered together since that one time after a particularly muddy soccer practice when they were eight, and that was in Kai's backyard with the garden hose, because his mom wouldn't let them inside until they were clean.), and never quite asking for more.
Then all of a sudden last night, they were there, they were drunk, they were scared of the future, and they were in each other's arms. They were cuddling and kissing and running away. Miyavi looked back to the road, and gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. Truth be told, he was still a little scared. For so many years, he and Kai had just been friends, best friends, brothers at their closest. He loved Kai dearly, but what sort of a love was it? Kai curled around Miyavi's arm, resting his head on the taller male's shoulder. Miyavi glanced down at him, giving an awkward smile to the younger man. If it was just the love he might feel for a brother, mistaken in a drunken haze for another sort of love, what would that mean for their futures? If his drunken lust had been confused for a desire for the brunette, what did that mean for their relationship? It wasn't as if they had slept together, nor had they uttered any declarations of love. He was sure nothing would come of it unless he started something again, but was he content with just staying friends now that he and Kai had shared a bit more? Could he just live with the knowledge that they had tried it, it hard worked, there was a chance of something more, but he would never try anything? They were out on the open road, Kai was rubbing his warm hands up and down his thigh, and there was nothing to stop them. There weren't any parents, there were no social standards to adhere to, their friends weren't around to wrinkle their noses at the two of them getting a little too familiar in front of them, so then what? Should he leave things as they are? Miyavi bit his lip as the tip of his tongue fiddled with his lip ring. If they just acted like best friends that got a bit physical sometimes, surely it would be awkward? But if they went back to being entirely non-romantic towards each other, wouldn't it be even more awkward?
After all, they had discovered a number of delicious sounds each other made when they were being pleasured. That wasn't the sort of thing that was easily forgotten. What, then, if they decided to just take the next step, and become lovers, boyfriends? If they got into a fight (which they both had a horrible habit of doing when in a committed relationship (not that either of them made a habit out of having such relationships)) while running around the country, what would happen? They couldn't very well just drive to their respective homes and move on. They had run away, and not exactly in a fashion that might leave their parents missing them. Which brought up another point: how long could they last on their own? Miyavi had some money saved up from working at the garage for three years, plus he could probably make some money as a street performer. Kai had quite a bit of cash in the bank, but that was reserved for college. Would he want to waste it on their little trek? And that was another thing! Miyavi couldn't afford college, and wouldn't know what to do with himself even if he did. Kai, on the other hand, was brilliant. He had a bright future ahead of him, and had already been accepted to an impressive university. Miyavi wouldn't be able to follow him there. So, what would happen come the start of the new semester? Would Kai want to head back, stay in the dorms, and make something of his life? Of course he'd rather have a career than stay with Miyavi. The taller man took back his arm, placing it on the steering wheel. A drowsy Kai shot him a confused look, but rolled over and laid his head on his seatbelt, letting it take the weight of his head. Miyavi sighed, lips moving to the lyrics of the song on the radio.
After about another hour of driving, Miyavi took an exit. He pulled into the parking lot of a little convenience store/restaurant, and parked. The rainbow-haired teen rested his head on the steering wheel, closed his eyes, and sighed. This was complicated. Well, his head was making it complicated. The older teen glanced to his right, watching Kai doze. What was freedom if his head followed everywhere he went? He couldn't run from these thoughts, but he didn't want to do anything about them either. Kai finally got out of the car and gave Miyavi a playful shove. The taller man laughed despite himself, and threw an arm around the other teen's shoulder. Kai blushed a bit, but wrapped his arm around Miyavi's waist. This earned him a blush in return, though most of it was hidden by the taller man's oversized sunglasses. He smiled down at the younger male nonetheless. Together they made their way towards restaurant, Kai ignoring the looks of strangers that Miyavi was more than a little bothered by. As they walked closer, the taller teen began distancing himself from the shorter male more and more. By the time they reached the door, the pair barely brushed arms every other step. This was something that did not escape Kai's notice. Miyavi's started to open the door, but a hand on his elbow stopped him. Kai pulled the lanky teen to the side, out of the way of the passerby. He reached up, pulling Miyavi's sunglasses off and sticking them in the front of his shirt. Miyavi tried to subtly avert his eyes, but found Kai's dark eyes bore into him any time he looked down.
The younger teen sighed, catching Miyavi's chin and making him keep his gaze. "Miyavi." Funny, was his voice deeper than Miyavi remembered? "What's this about?" And that timber…was that there before? His voice had certainly never been that sexy. Kai looked at him through half-lidded eyes, sighing. "It is, isn't it?" Or had it been? Had he just never noticed? Surely he would have noticed something like that. "Look…I don't really know what we are." That caught Miyavi's attention. He turned his head to the side, focusing back on Kai. Kai blushed a little, glancing at Miyavi's chest. This seemed to make him even more red, for whatever reason. The brunette forced himself to calm down, and realized he was still clinging to the taller teen's arm. He let it go, adding "And I don't think you do either. So," Kai brushed some hair back from Miyavi's forehead, smiling. "what do you say we enjoy this trip? When we figure it out, we figure it out. Until then, let's not be awkward."
Miyavi raised an eyebrow at that, but caught himself grinning. He took Kai's hand in his, brought it to his lips, and gently kissed the palm. Kai pushed him away, laughing, and pretended that his blush hadn't returned full-force. Once Miyavi had agreed with Kai's idea, they playfully teased and poked each other all throughout lunch. If their mock-flirting was a little less mock than before, neither of them commented on it.
[a/n] Sorry if it came out a little choppy. I wrote most of this while in the green room at my dance performance. xD My mood and ideas kept changing with the music that wafted through! Well, I hope you enjoyed. I don't know how quickly I will post again, but it shouldn't be as long as some of my other waits.
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