Grr… okay, I'm sorry, it's not this chapter, it's the next chapter. I'm getting them all confused. DX But I promise the next chapter is one you guys will (hopefully) love! I know I did! XD Hopefully you'll like this one though too. Don't forget to review! It urges me to write my next RyoMizu faster so I can upload the first chapter of that. ;P Oh! And Hino joins this chapter!... I kinda skim over the gymnastics parts though if you've not noticed... I couldn't describe it to save my life, but thats okay since you guys have seen the drama anyways and knows what happens. =)

Disclaimer: I only own the plot and my OCs.

Chapter Ten

Unlike most first kisses it wasn't hesitant. In fact, it wasn't the least bit shy. Their passion for this moment clearly showed as their hands ran along each other's backs and chest, moans escaping between their lips as their tongues battled inside of their mouths. Ryosuke firmly gripped Mizusawa's hair, tugging on it slightly, bending his head back to nip at his neck.

Mizusawa's mouth fell open a bit, and his eyes rolled back, lids closing as whimpers left his lips, his hands clenching in Ryosuke's shirt. He pushed against him and the light haired teen pulling him closer, teeth biting at his skin.

Their hearts were beating rapidly, loudly in their chests, skin heating in every place the other touched.

"Ry-Ryosuke…" Mizusawa moaned and his teammate pushed him to the ground, knee inching between the smaller boy's legs, grinding it up against Mizusawa's arousal.

The fact that they were both males seemed to completely fly from the blonde's mind as he continued to nip at his skin, pushing Mizusawa's shirt to the side for better access to his shoulder. He dragged his tongue across his skin, sucking here and there as Mizusawa wrapped one leg around Ryosuke's waist, arching up against him.

"God… Taku…" he groaned, the teen's given name slipping from him without any thought. Ryosuke bent back down, biting at Mizusawa's bottom lip, his tongue dipping into his mouth, exploring every crevice of it.

This time Mizusawa let him have dominance without a fight, preferring to be controlled rather to control and slipped his hands down the blonde's back, slipping them beneath his shirt and Ryosuke shivered, sucking on Mizusawa's tongue.

Mizusawa hadn't thought he would ever get chance to kiss Ryosuke, and now that he was kissing him, Mizusawa couldn't think long enough to put words to describe it inside of his mind. All he knew was what he felt and he knew he felt absolutely amazing. The fire burning in the pit of his stomach was pleasant, even pleasurable and he gave another moan, thrusting his hips up against Ryosuke's.

The feel of Ryosuke's clothed erection meeting his own, made his own throb harder, blood flowing down south quicker, his skin hotter. Never had any touch sent so much shivers, so much warmth, so much different sensations throughout his body all at once. Their lips were melded together and they were pressed as close together as was possible.

And Mizusawa had never felt better than he did in that moment, but—of course—that couldn't last as Ryosuke pulled back, gasping for breath as he stared down at Mizusawa, eyes a little bit confused.

The smaller teenagers eyes opened, dazed and he looked up as Ryosuke sat back on his heals quickly, arousal obvious through his pants as he covered his mouth, going a little pale.

"Ry-Ryosuke?" he questioned, a little bit breathless and Ryosuke clenched his eyes shut before standing and hurrying over to his bag, stuffing his things into it.

Realizing what was going on, Mizusawa jumped up and ran over to him. "Ryosuke?" he touched Ryosuke's arm and the light haired boy flinched away. Mizusawa hesitated before touching him again, only having his hand slapped away and Ryosuke turn and glare at him.

"Don't!" he said harshly before closing his eyes and shaking his head, saying again but gentler, "Don't…"

"But I—"

"Fuck," Ryosuke growled, eyes snapping open as he looked at Mizusawa coldly. "Don't, okay? I'm not a fucking homo. I don't like guys."

Mizusawa was positive he could feel his heart break slightly as his breath hitched in his throat. "Ryosuke… you—"

"No!" the blonde screamed, stepping away from him, a bit of fright showing on his face. "I don't like guys! I can't! I'm straight and you're not a girl!" Ryosuke was panicking. What had just happened? Had he honestly just made-out with Mizusawa? But… but Mizusawa was a guy and he was… he was straight, wasn't he? He had to be straight, he couldn't like guys! He wouldn't let himself like Mizusawa!

"Then why did you kiss me?" Mizusawa asked quietly, frowning down at the ground. He felt hurt. So much more hurt then he had ever had, even more so when Ryosuke had said that cruel, horrible word to him. Why was that? Did he really like Ryosuke that much?

A moment of silence. "I didn't," Ryosuke denied, inwardly his mind screaming, yes! Yes! This never happened! It was all some fucking weird ass nightmare! I never kissed Mizusawa because I'm not gay and this is all a dream!

A part of him knew this wasn't the truth, but as long as he could deny it, he wasn't going to even admit it to himself.

"E-eh?" Mizusawa asked slowly, tears stinging at his eyes.

"I never kissed you," the blonde told him, now smiling slightly. "This is a dream, Mizusawa. You are not real, you are a figment of my imagination, and even if you weren't this still wouldn't have happened because you are a guy, and I'm not gay."

"Ryosuke…" he began before stopping and biting his lip.

Ryosuke grinned, tossing his bag over his shoulder. "See the real you at practice, dream Mizusawa," and the other boy turned, quickly exiting the gym.

Mizusawa stared at the exit, not believing that had just happened. He had just gotten to kiss, to touch the person he was falling for and that guy denied it, saying it never happened, because he wasn't real, and because he himself wasn't gay. But that kiss said differently. Ryosuke had wanted him as much as he was craving Ryosuke and Mizusawa slowly slid down onto the floor, legs folding beneath him.

He turned his eyes to the ground, frowning as he slowly let his hand close around the necklace laying on the floor, likely having fallen out of Ryosuke's bag. Mizusawa held it to his face, smiling slightly at the familiar sight of the skull.

This gave him a chance and Mizusawa wouldn't let this chance go to waste.

That was one odd dream… was Ryosuke's first thought as he woke the next morning, staring up at his ceiling. He licked his lips, as if expecting to find the taste of Mizusawa's lips on his own and found it strange that he felt oddly disappointed when all he tasted was that same awful taste in his mouth as was most morning.

He sighed, sitting up. Ryosuke couldn't believe he had dreamt of kissing Mizusawa. What was that about? He wasn't gay. He had never found any guy in the least bit attractive… besides himself that was. Sure, he knew that Kiyama was supposedly attractive and the girls seemed to find Hino appealing (for whatever reason, he didn't know, the second year had an awful attitude), but that didn't mean he actually found them attractive.

But Mizusawa… for some reason whenever he laid eyes on the other boy, his stomach clenched tightly and his mouth went dry. He found it difficult to tear his eyes away and he couldn't help but smile whenever Mizusawa gave that happy beam, his brown eyes lighting up with pure joy.

And that laugh… it was as if it was some type of brilliant song that was stuck on reply in his mind. Ryosuke loved it and wished it was possible to hear every day of his life. It was definitely one of the best sounds in the world.

Those moans from his dream though were on a whole other level. The pleasurable gasps and needy whimpers that fell from Dream Mizusawa's parted, swollen lips were definitely the most beautiful noises that had graced his ears.

Ryosuke had heard plenty of gasps and moans of pleasures, but he had was now beginning to think those hadn't been good enough. They always seemed to be a bit too high pitched, or a bit too forced as if girls were supposed to be a certain volume of loud. But Dream Mizusawa's moans had been loud, unforced, and desperate, his urge for him completely obvious as he arched against him.

His eyes closed and the dream played back in his mind. Mizusawa's head thrown back, neck exposed as he kissed, licked, and nipped at his skin until it turned slightly red. Mizusawa's restrained erection hard against his own and Ryosuke remembered the thought that crossed his dream self's mind that they should probably get rid of those clothes as soon as possible…

His eyes opened and he shook his head, standing from his bed. That was weird. Had he eaten something bad last night to cause such a dream? But what caused near sex dreams starring yourself and one of your same sex best friends?

Well—whatever it was—Ryosuke couldn't help but be a little bit thankful that it had only been a dream, even if at the same time, he felt slightly disappointed as well.

"Oi, Ryosuke, where's your necklace?" Wataru asked, pointing at his friend's neck which was oddly missing its normal presence of a skull necklace.

Ryosuke blinked. "My…?" he brought a hand up to touch it only to realize it actually wasn't there before quickly looking around, as if it had somehow fallen off while he wasn't looking. "Eh? Where is it?"

"You mean you didn't know you weren't wearing it? You never take that thing off," Wataru stated, looking at his friend with an odd mix of amusement and worry. "What were you doing that made you forget to put it on this morning?"

The light haired boy paused, glancing over at Mizusawa who seemed feel his gaze and looked back at him before turning away. Ryosuke shook his head, giving up in his search and leaning back in his seat. "Nothing…"

"Must be some special girl to make you forget like that," Wataru told him, watching his friend closely. He had noticed the short exchange between both of his friends and was a bit curious as to what it was about. As long as Ryosuke wasn't acting like an asshole though, he was sure everything was fine.

Ryosuke hesitated for a moment before nodding as Kashiwagi came in to take roll. "Yeah… must be…"

-O-

"Ryosuke," Mizusawa called as the blonde began following the others out of the clubroom. He came to a halt and turned, staring over at the other boy, his mouth going that familiar dry. "You lost your necklace?"

He gave him a curious glance. "Yeah, you heard me talking to Wataru this morning? I don't even know when I lost it,"

Mizusawa gave a small, forced smile. "Maybe you lost it while you were dreaming," there was a pause and Ryosuke pondered on that odd statement, an odd feeling coming over him before he shook it away. "Anyways, I found your necklace last night,"

"Eh?" Ryosuke smiled. "Where is it?"

"I don't have it on me this morning." At Ryosuke's questioning look, he continued, "Forgot to bring it with me,"

"Oh, well, that's fine. Where was it anyways?" he asked curiously, taking a few steps forward, finding it odd how his stomach seemed to clench more the closer he got to his teammate.

"I found it in the gym," he gave him a pointed look and Ryosuke paled. No. That was a dream wasn't it? Of course it was. It had to be because never in his right mind would Ryosuke kiss another guy, let alone one of his friends.

"A-ah, is that so?" he replied, a nervous feeling building in the pit of his stomach but he ignored it, pushing it firmly aside.

"You can come over and get it if you want." Mizusawa suggested lightly, a little bit of hopefulness in his voice.

"I'm busy tonight," he lied quickly, feeling for some reason that he had to use any excuse available to him to get out of going over and getting his necklace. "And it's not that big of a deal, I'm just used to wearing it is all…" he averted his eyes, pursing his lips slightly. "We should get to practice. Competition is in three days after all,"

Mizusawa's shoulders sagged a bit as he nodded. "Hai, you're right, this could wait,"

He gave a nod, forcing another smile onto his face. "Ah, so… let's go," quickly he turned on his heel and walked to the door, hurrying to get away from his teammate that made him feel such strange things.

Three days passed quickly and soon it was time for their performance. Mizusawa was a bit sad to find that Ryosuke only ever exchanged conversation with him when it was absolutely necessary. He had hoped that he would come by to get that necklace (as they had all noted that he never seemed to remove it) but he was sadly disappointed when he didn't. But he wasn't giving up, if Ryosuke wanted that necklace he would have to come get it.

Things were once again slowly beginning to change in their team and he had a feeling they would soon be gaining another member in Hino. The second year—as they were all realizing—had his own problems he was trying to deal with, and none of them could really be angry with him towards his past attitude toward them.

Even though it was a bit annoying.

Satoshi was worrying over where Kiyama and Nippori were while Wataru waved it away, saying the two of them had likely gotten lost and would be there in no time. And sure enough, not long after they came stumbling into the room but they were all shocked to see the both of them covered in bruises, panting.

They didn't have much of a choice but none of them was able to say what they knew they had to do. But thankfully just then the door opened and Hino stood there, staring at them. "I'll perform," and just like that, Hino joined their team and they moved on to perform at Kanto.

He knocked and peered in as Nippori's little sister looked up, smiling. "Is your brother here?"

Ninako shook her head. "Iie, he's working tonight," she looked at him curiously. "Did you need to talk to him about something?" the junior high schooler stood and Ryosuke sighed, shaking his head.

What was he doing there anyways? Just to hang out? He didn't really know, but he wanted to get this off of his mind. "No, just wondering if he wanted to hang out," he was quiet for a moment, hands in his pockets. "I'll go,"

But as he turned, his friend's little sister stated, "You look like you need someone to talk to, Ryosuke-san." The blonde halted in his steps. Did he really? But he couldn't talk about this. This was… it was weird, it was—his mind stopped the word lingering in the back of his mind, feeling it wrong to say something that would be insulting Mizusawa.

Because—whatever Mizusawa was—he was definitely not disgusting.

"If you want," Ninako continued hesitantly. "You could talk to me. I don't judge." Ryosuke looked back at her and she straightened up, smiling.

Could he talk to her? He felt as if he needed to talk about this but… there was no one he could talk to. Nippori was out of the question and even though he was sure Wataru wouldn't mind, that just felt a bit awkward. And it wasn't as if he had to tell Ninako it was another guy, he could just Mizusawa in the place of a girl.

Slowly, he nodded, and Ninako beamed, taking a seat by the table and Ryosuke slowly slid down to the floor on the other side, not really knowing where to begin.

"I…" he sighed. "There is this… girl…" he hesitated. "And well, I think I might actually like her."

Ninako blinked. "But what's wrong with that? You're free to like who you like, Ryosuke-san."

He ran a hand through his hair, staring at the ground. "But this… girl is the exact opposite of what I usually date," yeah, he inwardly thought, because she's a male. "And that's… I don't know what to do about that."

"Does she like you back?" Ninako questioned, looking interested in what was going on with her older brother's friend.

"I…" he thought for a moment. Did Mizusawa like him? Truthfully, he wasn't very sure. If that dream—as he had thought it had been—wasn't actually a dream, Mizusawa had been pretty caught up in kissing him back. But that didn't mean that Mizusawa liked him, right? "I'm not sure," Ryosuke said slowly, wetting his lips.

"Ask," Ninako stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world to do. "That's the problem with boys. They think everything is so complicated because they don't want to take the obvious solution. Ask her. I'm sure it'll turn out in your favor." She blushed. "Who wouldn't like you?"

Ryosuke stared at her for a minute. "I've kind of been avoiding… her…"

With an incredulous look on her face, Ninako leaned forward, slapping his arm. "Baka, you don't avoid a girl you like! That's going to make her think you don't like her and if she does like you back, that's counterproductive,"

That's kind of the point, he inwardly thought, absentmindedly rubbing his arm. Ninako sighed. "Look, even if you don't ask her, stop avoiding her at least. If she likes you, she's going to think you don't like her back and will move on and then you'll miss your chance. Even if you aren't ready to tell her yet, at least act like you think of her as a friend,"

"Act like Mizusawa's friend… got it…" he mumbled quietly to himself.

"What?" she looked confused and Ryosuke quickly shook his head, jumping up. "It's nothing, um… I've got to go. One of my friends has my necklace and I said I'd go over and get it." He looked at her. "Thanks and see 'ya,"

She smiled. "Bye, Ryosuke-san, I hope I was of help,"

He nodded slightly, turning and walking from the room. "Yeah," he said quietly to himself. "You were…"