"Aw, man!" Otoya groaned and dropped his game controller when he saw the dreaded "Winner" screen flash across the TV. "Geez, senpai. I didn't know you were a Mario Kart champion…"
Reiji's huge grin stretched into his ears and he beamed back, "Don't take it too hard, Otoyan~ I'm sure you'll be just as good as me if not more so in a few years! You're pretty good yourself!"
Tokiya looked up from his boring book and interjected, "He's not that good. Just last week he lost ten races in a row to – "
"Thanks for the compliment, senpai! M-Maybe you could give me some pointers, ne?" Otoya interrupted his roommate, surprising both older men with his sudden outburst.
The maraca player wagged his finger and chided, "Now, now, Otoyan. It's not nice to interrupt others when they're trying to speak." Mischief sparkled in his dark eyes as he turned to his older junior. "You were saying, Toki? Who creamed our Otoyan again?"
"Nanami."
Reiji sputtered with laughter. "Seriously?"
"Tokiya!" wailed the redhead, throwing his hands up in the air. "You weren't supposed to tell anyone! Y-You promised!"
His sly roommate smiled and feigned innocence. "Did I?" He chuckled lightly and noticed Reiji whip out his phone, hurrying to text someone. "You're not actually going to…?"
"Challenge Nanami-san?" Otoya finished, earning himself a scowl from Tokiya.
Reiji nodded and stood up to get a better signal within their dorm room, moving towards the door. "What better way to spend a boring evening? Besides, I may just score a free kiss~"
"Hmph. I might've known," scoffed the blue-haired idol behind him, returning to his textbook. He caught Otoya staring at him from across the way, pleading with him to do something. "Don't you have a term paper to write?"
The guitarist's eyes widened. "Oh crap! I forgot all about it!" He scrambled off the carpet and to his desk by the window, opening his laptop cover. "Ringo-sensei's gonna kill me if I don't hand this in on time…"
Tokiya's searing gaze settled next on Reiji. "And shouldn't you be setting a better example for us?"
"Toki, Toki, Toki…" The maraca player sighed and ambled behind the sofa, patting his junior's shoulder sympathetically. "If you don't quit acting like an old lady then you'll age horribly. See?" He tugged on the teen's cheek. "You're getting wrinkles already~"
Tokiya swatted at his senior's hand and grumbled, "I heard that giggle, Otoya…"
"S-Sorry, Tokiya. Pbbt…I…Ha!" Otoya exploded into a full fit of laughter despite his best efforts. Reiji joined in with him, teasing Tokiya with names like 'Granny' while pulling on his cheeks. As proud as he was, Tokiya just sat there and took it; he buried his attention in his book instead.
A soft knock came at the door, but the guys were absorbed in Tokiya's torment, so they didn't hear it. After another series of knocks, the door knob twisted and Haruka peered into the room.
"May I come in?" she asked quietly, poking out from behind the door.
"Haru-chan!" sang Reiji, abandoning his cranky junior on the sofa to greet her. He opened the door wider and waved her inside, offering her a cushion on the carpet. He sat beside her and picked up his controller. "I heard that you're the Mario Kart Queen!"
Haruka laughed and blushed a bit. "Queen?" She lifted her controller off the carpet. "I'm not that good."
"Don't be so modest!" clamored the older idol, scooting closer to her. "You beat Otoyan ten to nothing last week, and I taught him everything I know! You are good!" The game started up and they selected their characters. Reiji looked over at his opponent and hummed, "So, how about a friendly wager? Y'know, to liven things up?"
Instead of shrinking away, Haruka smiled and nodded. "That sounds like fun. What will we bet?"
Their characters and other computer-controlled adversaries lined up at the starting point. A Lakitu hovered down with a traffic light, and the race's countdown began just as Reiji suggested, "The loser has to kiss the winner~ Ne?"
"K-Kiss?!" Otoya choked and glanced over his shoulder.
"He said that almost fifteen minutes ago, Otoya…" Tokiya muttered and flipped to the next page in his book. "You could at least try to keep up."
The guitarist pursed his lips. "I-I…I was distracted! That's all…" He carried his laptop across the room and sat on the sofa beside Tokiya, typing while he watched the big race begin. "Don't underestimate her, senpai!"
Reiji didn't have a chance to underestimate the girl. She breezed past him in the first lap of the race and kept him busy with strategically placed traps in the second. He caught up to Haruka in the last leg of the race, and for a moment he thought he had a chance…until she hit a speed stripe and whizzed across the finish line before him.
"Damn…" breathed Reiji, dumbfounded.
Tokiya snickered behind him, "Lighten up, senpai~ It's just a kiss, right?"
"Do I still get one, Kotobuki-senpai? I mean, if you don't want to then – "
Otoya quickly interjected, "No! He lost so he has to pay up! Ne, senpai?" He clapped a hand over his mouth to stifle a giggle.
"We're waiting." A satisfied grin thinned Tokiya's lips. He closed his book and set it aside, intent on reveling in his senior's humiliation for as long as he could. "Well?"
Reiji glanced between Haruka and his devious juniors, at a loss for words. "You guys're right. I lost, so…!" Shivers ran along his spine when Haruka gently tugged on his t-shirt, beckoning him closer with a blush on her face. "I, uh…"
Otoya's jaw dropped. "Holy crap…"
Blood trickled out of Reiji's nose as he leaned down and gave in to his 'Queen's' demands, sliding his lips over hers. Strange flavors from Reiji's cigarettes, Haruka's lip gloss, and their raw saliva mingled into something addictive. It wasn't long before Reiji dominated the kiss, wrapping his arms around the back of Haruka's head and her waist.
"Gyagh!" Reiji squeaked in surprise when a pillow hit him in head. He leered back at Tokiya. "What's wrong, Toki? I thought you wanted to watch us?"
Otoya still watched them, blood dribbling from his nose. "B-B…I-I…Da-Da…"
"You don't have to be so disgusting about it. An innocent kiss is fine, but that…" Tokiya's scowl deepened and he huffed, "Take that elsewhere. I'm not interested in watching anymore."
"Eek! Kotobuki-senpai…!" Haruka squealed as the older idol swept her into his arms suddenly and stood up. "Where are we…?!"
Reiji looked directly at Tokiya and smirked. "Some place private."
Otoya fell off the sofa after they left the room, floundering in a puddle of his own blood. His composure slowly returned and he scaled the cushions to collapse beside his roommate. "Do you think they'll…?"
"Don't," grumbled the other boy, returning to his book.
Otoya pushed the book down some and gasped, "Ehh?! Tokiya's blushing too?!"
Fed up, Tokiya lifted his book so close to his face that his nose touched the page. He murmured under his breath, "I am not blushing…"
