Chicken
Macadamia/Popsicle

Popsicle narrowed his eyes, and so did Macadamia.

What separated them was simple: A stick of pocky, the chocolate side in Macadamia's mouth and the biscuit side in Popsicle's. The challenge was simple, too: A game of Chicken, in which they both attempted to eat the pocky, the loser being the first one to look away. Each was determined not to be the one to chicken out.

It was a test of manliness. The loser would be a wimp. Neither one wanted to be labeled a wimp, now or ever.

Macadamia held up three fingers, then put down one. If Popsicle hadn't had a stick of pocky in his mouth, he would have nodded; instead, he mumbled his consent around the treat. Another finger went down, and then another - and the game began. Macadamia took the first bite, inching closer to the other boy. Of course his opponent wouldn't let himself be outdone; he, too, took a bite.

Second bite, they both proceeded, convinced that the other would give up first.

Macadamia took his third bite. Popsicle is stubborn, he realized.

Popsicle took his third bite as well. So maybe he's not as chicken as I thought...

They passed their fourth bites, and Popsicle felt a warmth on his face - oh, great, he was blushing. Luckily for him, Macadamia seemed a bit too preoccupied by the fact that if he took his fifth bite they'd end up kissing to notice. In addition to the heat from his blush, he also felt something else - he felt almost... excited. Anxious, but anticipating what would come next.

...he'd chalk that up to his excitement about getting bragging rights about being less chicken than Macadamia. His victory was practically assured at this point. Or was it?

No, it wasn't, because Macadamia had decided to prove just how not chicken he was, by taking the bite and pressing his lips against Popsicle's. The blue Mew's eyes widened - and the wicked look in his opponent's eye told him that they were still playing. If he turned away here, he'd be the chicken. Well, he couldn't have that!

So he kissed back, harder.

And Macadamia kissed back, harder still.

...

Hours later, they still hadn't quite figured out who the chicken of the two was, but they had figured out that they preferred popsicles and macadamia nuts to pocky.

fin.