Doo-Wops from Various Hooligans
My best friend said if I wrote her a SoRiku drabble based on a Drake song, I'd get Taco Bell.
Major, major thanks to my new beta, Slaycinder! She is an awesome human being, editor, and writer. (You should all go check out her stories.)
Doo-Wop #9: What if I Kissed You?
(Trying to imagine how it might sound
If I just yelled out
What if I kissed you right now
Would it bring us any closer
Take a weight off of our shoulders)
Riku was something of a connoisseur of adrenaline rushes. He spent many hours chasing the highs associated with having the ever-loving shit scared out of him. The thrill that came along with hopping onto rollercoasters that were too large, climbing heights and pulling stunts that constantly reminded him that he was, in fact, nothing more than mortal. But the fact that he accomplished them made the actuality of his mortality feel like a debatable theory. But as the twenty-year-old lay stretched lengthwise on his couch, that fight-or-flight response felt suffocatingly heavy in his veins. He sat rigid on the cushions, wishing that somehow one of the fantastical monsters from the horror movies he frequently binged on, would come up through the cushions and drag him down. His best friend sat cross-legged on his floor, frozen. The game controller he'd been holding, nearly fell from his hands. Riku chewed his lip as the brunet's spine slowly twisted to look him full on in the face with hazy eyes, his frowning lips poised a question.
"What did you just ask me?"
Riku swallowed thickly before he turned his head to look at the ceiling. "N-nothing. I didn't say anything. Must have been the neighbors or something." The man reached up to swipe at his achromatic bangs. Riku took a quick swig of his beer, hoping the angle of his hand could hide his coloring face.
"Liar. That was you. I heard you."
"Sora, I think you're hearing things." He chuckled dryly.
The couch-lounging man kept his face angled away from the accusing brunet. He knew he was in deep shit. Sora was not letting this go. He heard a bit of shuffling, a slight noise from the television signaling the game had been paused, and movement. By the time the silver haired young adult mustered the courage to turn slightly and peek in the direction of his friend, the scent of beer and an underlying scent of the ocean wafted over him, fueling an outbreak of goosebumps.
"You're blushing."
"It's hot." Riku offered lamely.
"Liar. You have the A/C running on high."
Riku cleared his throat, frozen in his place on the sofa as furrowed eyebrows and blue eyes set sternly, stared him down. Stubborn dispositions were caught in an impasse and they both knew it. Sora unwilling to let Riku's little slip fall away. Riku unwilling to admit he'd let the alcohol swimming through his system bring vocal life to thoughts he frequently had these days. Thoughts regarding his best friend and how he would respond if –
"What if I kissed you, right now?" Sora spoke, his tone low and curious. "That's what you said isn't it?"
The silver haired male stayed quiet. Sora moved closer so that they were staring at each other directly. Riku averted his gaze to the back of the sofa. He opted to take the silent route. No longer trusting his alcohol-addled mind to come up with a viable excuse.
"You-you want to kiss me?" Sora continued. He paused momentarily, chewing on his lip thoughtfully. "How would we explain it?"
Riku sputtered nearly choking on his saliva. He sat up explosively nearly causing their foreheads to collide. "E-explain..." He trailed off.
Sora looked at him coolly, the haze in his eyes almost all but cleared. A smile danced on the left corner of his lips. "And here I thought you were supposed to be the composed one." He jumped up on the sofa, sitting where Riku's head previously lay.
"You're considering it?"
"Riku, I've been considering it for years. Imagining how it would sound out loud. I just never could."
Dozens of questions played on Riku's lips. Each one stillborn and underdeveloped, coming out in sputters. He closed his eyes, processing the new information. He turned back to Sora, who in turn looked at him expectantly.
"You're serious? You're not just fucking with me right now?"
"While that is my favorite past time when I'm not whooping your butt in video games," Riku gave a dubious scoff at Sora's words, nearly missing the brunet easing towards him. "I'm serious. I'm yours. If you want me to be." Sora fidgeted with the lining of his jeans, seemingly depleted of his beer-induced courage that had gotten him that far. Riku scrubbed his moist palms onto the thighs of his jeans before he leaned over and caught the shorter man's lips in an awkward kiss. He caught more of the corner of Sora's lips as the young man had fixed his eyes on the dark carpet. The awkwardness of the moment lasted a few more moments before Sora's head turned, making the kiss full-on and perfect in its clumsiness. After long moments passed and air became vital the two pulled away, foreheads still connected.
"Can we even afford to be this open with all of these emotions?" Sora asked, panting lightly, brow slightly furrowed. Riku blinked his mind now impaired from both the alcohol and the sensations from their shared moment. He contemplated the implications of the question. The possibility of their life-long friendship being forfeited if it didn't work. Friends who might not agree. Society's possible shaming. Riku looked the blue-eyed keeper of his affections square on. Another dose of addicting adrenaline pumping through him
"I'm willing to take on any and all debt from this if you are."
Sora gave the silver-haired man a goofy grin and kissed him again. "Good. Because I don't really care who knows it."
