Washed Up

by Celianna

Five years later since they last spoke to one another, Momoshiro and Kaidoh meet up again under strange circumstances; washed up on an abandoned island. MomoKai. Roleplay.

36. Home Sick

Washed Up

A/N: this took forever to write! But it's pretty long and significant, so enjoy.

Authors: Celianna (Momo) & Happiestwhen (Kaidoh)

Rating: MA

Events leading up to this log:
- The vegetables in the garden are ready to be harvested, which Kaidoh ends up doing
- Momo eats a mango, but it's infested with white larva inside. He asks Kaidoh to come home and take care of him

Date: October 15, 2012

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So maybe Momoshiro should have waited until Kaidoh was done harvesting all the new vegetables that have grown in their garden. But he was hungry, and it's in his nature to be impatient, so Momoshiro had an afternoon snack, which was just a simple mango. Seemed harmless enough, and hey, it was freshly picked for the day.

It wasn't harmless.

He took a few bites out of the mango before he realized the fruit was crawling with little white worms—larva. He'd spit out whatever was left in his mouth as fast as he could, and then threw the mango away, into the ocean. Momoshiro felt sick and his entire stomach started churning in disgust. That was fucking gross. Worms. And he ate from it.

And so now Momoshiro is lying in his bed, holding his stomach, and hoping Kaidoh will come home soon and help him or something. An said he'd be fine if he rests some and drinks water, but Momoshiro thinks it's the end of the world. He feels sick to his stomach, as if he's going to throw up. He entertains the idea for a few seconds; throwing up would mean he didn't have any creepy crawly worms in his stomach, but it also means … to throw up. He doesn't really like to do that. But ugh, why did it have to be worms!? He's going to die if Kaidoh doesn't hurry up and come back. He pulls the entire blanket over his helpless limp body and sits there in the corner of the hut, on his bed, shivering slightly.

Kaidoh should hurry the hell up, and do something to make him feel better. It's what Momoshiro deserves after being subjected to eating live worms. Or larva, or whatever the hell those white things were. They were disgusting, that's what they were. Regardless, Momoshiro deserves someone watching after him as he feels his stomach flip flopping up and down.

Luckily Kaidoh wasn't too far from the hut this time and he makes it back quickly. Or, he thinks he's quick. He's sure Momoshiro will still complain that he took too long anyway. But whatever, Kaidoh isn't Momoshiro's personal nurse. And he's probably not even really that sick.

At least, Kaidoh hopes he isn't.

And he hopes that mango isn't still in the hut, because that would be gross.

He jogs up the steps and through the hut's entrance and looks around until he sees Momoshiro huddled in the corner, looking pretty pathetic. Kaidoh surveys him with a look of concern, although on Kaidoh the expression reads very similar to the face one might make at the sight of a pile of garbage. His lips curl a little and then he just looks like he's grimacing. He's pretty terrible at comfort.

"You haven't thrown up on anything, have you?" he asks hesitantly. Which is Kaidoh's way of asking how Momoshiro is feeling.

Momoshiro peeks his head out of the blanket, keeping it mostly covering his face still, and he looks at Kaidoh with sad eyes.

"N-no, I haven't …" What took you so long, he wants to ask, but figures it's probably not a good idea to start a fight right away with Kaidoh when he wants to be looked after. "I feel sick to my stomach though … ugh, that mango was fucking gross. Can you … get me some water?"

Kaidoh looks at the bottles of water lined up on the floor against the wall of the hut. Then he looks back at where Momoshiro is sitting expectantly on his bed. There's probably no more than a couple of meters between the two.

So helpless, Kaidoh thinks, his mouth pulling into a frown. But he doesn't refuse the request, just grumbles and retrieves one of the bottles and holds it out in front of Momoshiro, eyeing him skeptically. He feels like he's offering food to some poor, defenseless animal. And that's kind of what Momoshiro looks like at the moment, all wrapped up and looking back at Kaidoh with weird puppy dog eyes.

"Idiot," Kaidoh breathes, as he unscrews the cap and pushes the bottle against the front of Momoshiro's blanket.

"Thanks!" Momoshiro eagerly pulls out his hands from underneath the blanket, and reaches for the bottle. His hands wrap around the cool plastic, and also around Kaidoh's slender fingers, which slip away once Momoshiro's got a good grip on it. He knew asking for Kaidoh to come take care of him was a good idea. He probably can't resist a sick Momoshiro. He even unscrewed the cap!

The cool taste of water feels good, but Momoshiro has to admit he'd already drowned himself in water the moment he saw the white larva swimming around in his fruit. He's not going to tell Kaidoh that though. Besides, he didn't drink anything while he was waiting for Kaidoh to return, so that counts. The water is plain, but it does make him feel a little bit better. Or maybe that's because Kaidoh's here, looking like a grumpy snake, but he's there for Momoshiro's sake, and he sort of looks worried too. That makes Momoshiro feel a lot better. It makes something giddy flutter in his chest each time he realizes Kaidoh actually cares.

With a pop, the plastic bottle is torn away from Momoshiro's lips. He looks up at Kaidoh, pushing the halfway empty bottle back at him, while remaining seated underneath his blanket. It's his nice comfy blanket, giving him protection. He wouldn't mind if Kaidoh joined him, maybe snakes can chase away worms. Snakes eat worms, right? Wait, that's kind of a disgusting thing to picture. He doesn't want Kaidoh to eat them instead. He simply wants them out of his stomach. And An's comment about it being 'extra protein' did not help!

Kaidoh takes the bottle back, caps it, and sets it down on the floor next to the bed, close at hand in case Momoshiro decides he's still thirsty. But this time Momoshiro can get it on his own; Kaidoh's not here to wait on him hand and foot.

Or. He's not going to admit he is anyway.

"Feel any better?" he asks, and no matter how rough his voice sounds, it's unable to mask the edge of concern, the weird and inexplicable instinct he has to want to take care of Momoshiro. This time he isn't even thinking about the running he's given up to be here.

"A little," says Momoshiro in his best sympathetic voice. He wipes his lips dry, then looks up at Kaidoh with eyebrows knitted together sadly.

Momoshiro hugs the blanket closer to his chest, pulling the blanket away and scoots up too, to make some room on his right. "Come sit with me," he says. After all, Momoshiro would feel a lot better if Kaidoh didn't look like he was about to turn around and continue with his run.

Kaidoh hisses and sits down on the edge of the bed and then, after a second of looking like he's rethinking it, slides a little bit closer to Momoshiro.

"Lend me your lap," Momoshiro asks in a pitiful voice, and hopeful sparkling eyes. That might just be because his eyes are starting to water though; he clearly doesn't feel well.

Kaidoh opens his mouth to point out that there's a perfectly good pillow already there on the bed next to Momoshiro, but the words dry up in his throat. It's really hard to find it in himself to argue with Momoshiro when he looks like this. Kaidoh should be annoyed with how pathetic Momoshiro is being but instead every bone in his body just finds it weirdly endearing.

"Fine," he says, and stretches his legs out in front of him.

Feeling a lot better already, Momoshiro slides across the bed towards Kaidoh, and drops his head on top of Kaidoh's lap, nuzzling his face into the fabric of his shorts. It smells sweet; as always he reeks of sweat. But this time Momoshiro doesn't mind.

"Thanks," he murmurs as he closes his eyes. It's the second time he's thanked Kaidoh already in a span of only ten minutes. Maybe he should stop, it'll get to his inflated head otherwise.

Momoshiro can feel something else make his stomach twist and turn, but this doesn't feel as uncomfortable as it does when he thinks there's a bunch of little white dudes swimming around in it. Ahh, now he's thinking about it again! Momoshiro slides his left arm on top of Kaidoh's lap as well, putting it right in front of his own face, and he clenches his fingers around Kaidoh's shorts, as if he doesn't want him to leave. Well, that's probably true; he did call Kaidoh to come over, obviously he doesn't want him to leave straight away. Besides, this is helping him calm his stomach down a bit. Just a bit.

"You smell," says Momoshiro. He feels like he needs to say something, instead of sitting there with his head on Kaidoh's lap, and looking like he enjoys it.

Kaidoh scowls and flicks a finger against Momoshiro's neck. "Shut up," he says. "You're the one who wanted to lie here, dumbass." Then he leans back, palms pressed into the bed for support, and huffs dismissively, indicating that Momoshiro's free to move if he wants. Kaidoh hopes he doesn't though.

True, Momoshiro is the one that asked, after all. He says nothing, but stares at a little white thread coming loose at the hem of Kaidoh's shorts. He sort of wants to pick at it, cut it off, but knows it'll just make Kaidoh annoyed at him, so he blows air at it instead, seeing it wiggle around. He tries to reach for it with his fingers, but decides against it, leaving them splayed across Kaidoh's knee. It feels warm. The entire side of his face feels warm too.

That gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach subsides a bit, replaced by something more pleasant. They don't feel like worms this time, it feels like a bunch of butterflies instead. It's sort of making Momoshiro a bit aware of what he's doing, and what Kaidoh is letting him get away with. Well, he could always press his luck even more.

Momoshiro turns his head a tiny bit, eyes rolling to the corner of his eye to look at Kaidoh. "..." He can't say it. Of all the things he's asked for already, this is the one time he can't.

Pet my head. Yeah, he can't ask something as stupid as that. He feels stupid too, for thinking that would be a good idea. Especially from grumpy Kaidoh.

Momoshiro sighs, looks away again, and rubs his cheek on Kaidoh's thigh. Then his fingers start picking at the little thread sticking out anyway; he can't resist it.

Kaidoh can't easily ignore Momoshiro's fidgeting. Not when it's happening in his own lap. Which is, in and of itself, pretty weird. But kind of nice. And weird that it's nice. How did he agree to this again? How did they get to this point?

"Stop messing with my shorts," he grumbles. He sits forward a little and reaches out to cover Momoshiro's hand with his own to make his fingers stop moving, because he doesn't put it past Momoshiro to keep pulling until the whole thing is unraveled. Seems like something an idiot like him would do.

Momoshiro stops fiddling around with the small thread, eyes focused on Kaidoh's hand which is covering his own, warm and fighting for his attention. He's immediately brought back to Hazue's birthday, the sensation feels nostalgic, and somehow, really calms him down. The way it seems to be so effortless, as if this isn't wrong at all.

Can they … do that again? With no one else around? It's just the two of them right now.

Bravely, Momoshiro stretches out his fingers up against Kaidoh's palm, and then slips them in between Kaidoh's. They move and wiggle, playing around with them, as if it's something of interest, a toy perhaps. The feeling in his stomach intensifies, and he can feel his face heat up. Good thing he's turned away from Kaidoh, though his cheek is feeling awfully exposed right about now. This is the one time he wishes he had long hair still; just so he could cover it up.

Maybe blushing is contagious, because Kaidoh feels his own cheeks burning too. Or maybe that's just Momoshiro's hand, sending gentle pulses of heat out of his fingertips that circulate through Kaidoh's whole body, making him feel warm all over. It's a little embarrassing, but the fact that they're in this together, that Momoshiro's holding Kaidoh's hand every bit as much as Kaidoh is holding his, is keeping Kaidoh from flinching or shying away.

The embarrassment is replaced by a new and hopeful fluttering in his chest, like something's trying to fly out of him if he'd only give it the chance. It's like bottled up nervousness but it feels good, instead of stressful, and Kaidoh squeezes his hand against Momoshiro's, liking the way their fingers push together.

He looks down at the way Momoshiro's hair falls over the back of his neck, the short, soft-looking strands all inky and jagged against his skin. It's strange to have Momoshiro so close and be able to stare at him freely and not be judged for it, and Kaidoh tears his gaze away a moment later, feeling kind of like a freak for just sitting there, silently fixating on the back of Momoshiro's head. But at least he's not the one with his head in another guy's lap! ... Although he may be the one allowing it to happen. It's not something he's ever thought he'd tolerate, let alone like, but here he is, perfectly content. There's even a slight smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

And well, Momoshiro is sick right now, isn't he? So it's not like this really counts as a ... a ... thing.

Although Kaidoh isn't sure what the handholding counts as.

The inability to define things sets him a little on edge, especially in quiet moments like these. He likes things that fit into simple boxes, easy to discern and unchanging, like a well-planned training route. But he also likes this, and can't seem to make sense of that discrepancy. He didn't know it was possible to feel both relaxed and anxious at the same time, but it's how feels it now.

He curves his thumb around Momoshiro's hand, stroking it softly over the skin. How can something so seemingly uncomplicated be so confusing? Why can't it be uncomplicated and simple? It is simple. It's just two hands. It's just the two of them.

Momoshiro is being uncharastically quiet. It's his thing to be loud and talk non-stop, but in moments like these, he's silent. He fears that by opening up his stupid mouth he'll break this magical moment, where nothing seems to matter except them, and their intertwined hands.

It's hard not to think about it, not in this quiet moment—aching stomach already forgotten—with their hands touching and rubbing in what feels like slowmotion to Momoshiro. Kaidoh's thumb is stroking the warm flesh of his hand, making circular motions, his eyes are fixated on this. Like he can't imagine it's really happening, but it is. They're both in this moment, his head on Kaidoh's lap, and their hands together like it means something. It scares Momoshiro. He doesn't want to think about it, what it means, what it's supposed to be. He's done a pretty good job of it so far (about over a month now?), refusing to think about it, refusing to attach meaning to it.

It was all supposed to be meaningless. Mindless fun is probably the closest adjective Momoshiro would use to describe what they did together.

Right now, the way Kaidoh's right hand is pressing into his own, it's not just mindless fun. Who holds hands for fun anyway? It's one thing to do … the thing that they do, and get off—it's another to do something that doesn't benefit either of them, unless they attach special meaning to it. Momoshiro doesn't want to attach meaning to it, it scares the hell out of him. Yet he can't seem to pull away either, because it feels nice, like something he should be doing. And since Kaidoh's doing it too, maybe it's okay. Maybe they can pretend this is just another meaningless 'thing' again, so that they can continue without thinking too deeply about it. It's only them anyway, no one has to know, Momoshiro doesn't have to know.

He twists his wrist over, so that his fingers slide up against Kaidoh's palm instead, and wraps them around as if it were a handshake. He squeezes it tightly, like a deliberate course of action both of them can't ignore. Then he flips them over, so that his hand is on top of Kaidoh's right now (and a lot more comfortable for him), and his fingers starts tracing the faded lines on Kaidoh's palm. As if he's trying to read his future. It makes Momoshiro chuckle with a light snort. Yeah … Kaidoh's future.

Does it involve this? Does it involve Momoshiro?

No matter how hard Momoshiro tries to rationalize this, utilizing a thousand excuses he can come up for this, and try not to think about it, it still keeps popping back up, like this anxious current brewing in his stomach. Like it's screaming for attention right in his face. Literally; their hands are right in front of his face. Momoshiro really only has two options here; continue holding Kaidoh's hand while feeling slightly anxious, or pull away, and perhaps ruin everything. Well, the right choice is quite clear.

And just like that, in the spur of the moment, where he still feels under the influence of this weird warm daze he's in, Momoshiro moves Kaidoh's hand closer to his face, sliding it across his lap. He turns their hands again, to the side, so that the back of Kaidoh's hand is facing him. He pushes his nose against it, then presses Kaidoh's hand closer until he's nuzzling his cheek against it, almost affectionately. It simply feels really nice, so comforting, almost delicate really. A sensation Momoshiro can't get enough off. He closes his eyes and kisses the back of Kaidoh's hand—lips feeling tingly all over—then removes his lips just as fast.

Now he's certain Kaidoh can see him blushing.

That was uhm … that was … Momoshiro's not quite sure what that was.

But they can stay like this, right? Momoshiro is allowed to do this. He thinks. He'll just blame his actions on alien larva eggs hatching in his brain, turning him into a zombie—if Kaidoh asks. If he ever asks, and Momoshiro doesn't think he will. If no questions are asked, then Momoshiro thinks they can keep this going without it turning weird. No questions, no boundaries. Anything's allowed.

Kaidoh can't help but feel weird about this. He feels like there are power lines zipping through him, crackling with electricity. There's a thunderstorm pounding in his chest and a warmth all over like he's standing too close to the sun. It feels like they're doing something forbidden, like he's suddenly getting everything he wants and he's just waiting for the catch. He's just waiting for Momoshiro to sit bolt upright and laugh in his face for falling for it. But Momoshiro isn't making any indication that he's about to move. He's made himself at home in Kaidoh's lap like he belongs there. Maybe there isn't a catch. Maybe Kaidoh didn't fall for anything. Or else he did, but so did Momoshiro.

Or this could just be how Momoshiro acts when he's not feeling well. Well, whatever the reason, Kaidoh will take it. He'll take what he can get. Which, at the moment, is more than he's ever expected from Momoshiro, so he can't complain.

That's right, what's he doing thinking about this when he should just be enjoying it? This simple moment when they aren't fighting or arguing or even fired up about anything at all. They're just enjoying each other's company. It feels so strange and good, and like it can't last, so Kaidoh closes his eyes for a second like he's trying to freeze the moment in his memory, and then opens them again to check and make sure it's real and not just a dream.

But blinking doesn't make Momoshiro disappear. It doesn't change anything. It's all real. And Kaidoh can hold onto Momoshiro's hand as much as he wants, like there's nothing wrong with it. It gives him some kind of newfound courage and his other hand slides up from where it was resting on the bed to touch Momoshiro's shoulder. For a second, Kaidoh feels Momoshiro tense, and he freezes too, but Momoshiro doesn't move, so Kaidoh continues, letting his fingers trace their way along the seam of Momoshiro's shirt up to the collar where Kaidoh can feel Momoshiro's pulse thrumming in his neck. He holds his fingertips against Momoshiro's warm skin, trailing soft patterns into his neck like they've been magnetized there and tearing them away would require far too much effort.

Not that he'd want to anyway.

It's exactly what Momoshiro wanted, and in turn he closes his eyes and pulls Kaidoh's hand closer again, making it bump against his forehead. It's like he wants to cover himself up so he's not feeling that exposed, and he really does feel naked, sitting on Kaidoh's lap, and letting him do whatever he wants without a care.

The soft pressure of Kaidoh's fingertips pushing against his neck feel almost divine. They're gentle and slow, as if Kaidoh's almost afraid Momoshiro is going to tell him to stop.

Why would Momoshiro want Kaidoh to stop? With the way his heart is thumping in a pleasant beat, and the tingling sensations that are flooding out of Kaidoh's fingertips, it's not likely Momoshiro is going to pull away anytime soon. Or at all. He's always liked having his head stroked or petted, and recently, he's found out he likes the same treatment for the back of his neck as well.

He'd never think he'd found out through Kaidoh of all people.

Though this time, Momoshiro feels there's a difference. He's liked Kaidoh scratching the back of his head—oh yeah, he certainly did. But that was painful, urgent, angry, and demanding of attention. This is much softer, as if Kaidoh is afraid of hurting him, and it's so comfortable, it's almost lulling him to sleep. Which is looking like a pretty good idea right now, but Momoshiro doesn't want to give this moment up to sleep of all things. When he wakes up, he's sure Kaidoh will have moved away, and they can't return to this moment. This one-time deal of letting each other do as they please. It seems Momoshiro pleases a lot of things, feeling stirrings inside of him that he'd never thought he'd had. He'd never thought he'd be here, doing this with Kaidoh.

Momoshiro squeezes Kaidoh's hand again, to check if he's there, and of course he's there. A real, warm body, massaging patterns into the back of his neck. He leans into Kaidoh's touch, wanting more, and not ever wanting it to stop either. He's feeling pretty content, like he doesn't have a care in the world. Maybe they can be like this more often, if only Momoshiro tried. And as long as Kaidoh won't reject his advances, then they can do this again. Yeah, he'd like that.

Slowly though, Momoshiro is fighting a losing battle against the sleep that is trying to take over. Kaidoh's doing everything right; holding his hand and squeezing back, with his fingers now running up his short hair and over his neck. It just feels so nice, really nice. He doesn't want to fall asleep—he wants to enjoy it.

If Momoshiro doesn't do something fast, he will be sleeping on Kaidoh's lap soon. He tries to keep himself awake, eyes open and staring at the tiny wrinkles in the skin of Kaidoh's hand. He opens his mouth, figuring this is probably the best way to keep himself awake.

"D …" He feels like he's trying to swim through an ocean, and all his limbs are exhausted and it's difficult to breathe. What if Kaidoh stops if he talks? What if that's what breaks their moment?

He squeezes Kaidoh's hand hard, holding him hostage so he cannot break free without some sort of struggle. This should be enough to let him know he doesn't want him to stop.

"D-did you … go to the garden already? To get the veggies … I mean." Momoshiro's once pleasant heartbeat is now jumping up in his throat, like a nervous reminder that this could go either way. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop.

Kaidoh's fingers still against Momoshiro's neck like they've been caught in the act, called out by the rumbling vibration of Momoshiro's voice. When they move again, they're even more tentative, and Kaidoh feels wary, uncertain if this is still allowed. He lets the pads of his fingertips rest against the back of Momoshiro's neck, pressing just enough to make their presence known, and he lets out a soft hiss of air before replying, like he's checking to make sure he's still able to make sounds.

"Yeah," he says, his voice sounding crackly and weird. "Well, I started to, anyway. There's a lot out there."

Momoshiro can feel the hesitation in Kaidoh's body language, and he's seriously regretting speaking up now. Stupid. If he said nothing, Kaidoh would have just continued like he was. He slightly moves his head back against Kaidoh's fingers—come on, don't stop.

"I was going to help, you know," says Momoshiro. His voice feels kind of nervous, like he's afraid of messing things up even more. "How much is there still left to do?"

Kaidoh tries to separate the two actions in his mind—the conversation they're having and what his hands are doing—because it's the only way he can continue with either and keep himself from just shutting down. And he wants to continue, but talking feels like a spotlight shining down on him, calling attention to the way he's touching Momoshiro, and that's a little scary. He can't hide behind silence anymore, or feigned ignorance. No, they're both perfectly aware of what they're doing.

But his fingers itch to move and Kaidoh gives in and lets them, slipping them into Momoshiro's hair like he's trying to hide them. He feels too exposed now, and his heart feels like it's ricocheting off his ribcage. This felt so natural a few moments ago … Kaidoh doesn't know how to recover that feeling. He focuses instead on Momoshiro's question. Sure, vegetables. Think about them instead, and not what their hands are doing.

"A bit, I guess," replies Kaidoh, sounding more steady this time. "The carrots and potatoes still have to be dug up."

Well, talking certainly woke Momoshiro up. Only a little while ago, he was ready to fall asleep, now he's alert, as if something can change at a moment's notice. And it did, something did. Now they can't hide in their silence anymore. Momoshiro is seriously regretting it, but shutting up now seems weird. He can still blame the alien eggs in his head.

"Okay, I'll help with that." Momoshiro lets his fingers trace the inside of Kaidoh's hand, as if he's saying it's okay to touch him too. And it's more than okay. "Then we make french fries?"

Kaidoh snorts, grateful at least that Momoshiro is talking about food and drawing attention away from the way his hand is still holding onto Kaidoh's, touching it gently in ways that send shivers up Kaidoh's arm.

"Yeah, sure," he agrees, and, feeling temporarily emboldened, strokes his fingers over the back of Momoshiro's head, through his soft hair, like he's petting an animal. And at the same time, it's not like that at all. Because it's Momoshiro he's touching, and that fact is making his pulse jump and leap crazily.

Calm down, he tells himself, and tries to focus on something other than the way his fingers are moving. But his hands seem to be demanding his attention. Momoshiro is demanding his attention just by lying there, a solid and tempting warmth. It's stupid how Kaidoh can't seem to resist.

His fingers squeeze around Momoshiro's own, and he tries to sound casual and dismissive as he adds, "I've never made french fries before, but I guess it can't be that hard."

That anxiety Momoshiro was experiencing a second ago now quiets down. Kaidoh's not stopping. Good. Good …

Momoshiro loosens his grip on Kaidoh's hand, letting his fingers move between his, brushing softly against them. He chuckles at what Kaidoh says, which makes his head move against Kaidoh's lap, and that still feels a bit weird.

"Can't be that hard, yeah. Just peel off the skin, cut in strips, and then throw them in boiling hot oil. I think that's how it works." Momoshiro presses his fingertips against Kaidoh's, like he's measuring their hands together. He's certainly not going to stop what feels like something he should be doing. What they can be doing again.

"Can we boil oil enough with just fire? Is that how it even works? Like, don't we need a deep fryer or something for that … I don't know, I've never owned one. But they have them at fast food restaurants! Big deep fryers, where they dunk the fries in. And they came out gold and crispy. Yum." More and more, Momoshiro is feeling at ease again. He doesn't regret it as much anymore, speaking up. Because he still likes to talk, and he likes talking to Kaidoh … and he likes Kaidoh's fingers brushing through his hair … and the way they're curling around his own fingers. Yeah, he likes just about everything.

Kaidoh's fingers stop moving for a moment as he thinks, and then start again as he begins to speak, brushing over Momoshiro's head, his thumb grazing Momoshiro's ear. The action is strangely calming.

"As long as the fire gets hot enough, it should boil," he says, although he's a bit uncertain himself. He tries to remember if this was something he learned in science class. It can't be that different from the tempura-fried things his mother has made that at home before. Kaidoh has seen her make them, but never bothered to try it himself. He kind of regrets not trying to cook more when he was at home—it would have been a useful skill to have out here—but at least now he's not doing it on his own. If they mess up, at least they're messing up together.

But what Momoshiro has described sounds simple enough. If greasy hamburger restaurants can make fries then surely they can, too. "We probably don't need a deep fryer thing," he continues, forehead creased in thought. "Any kind of pot should be fine." He sounds confident when he says it, but he doesn't really have a clue. He's just fumbling through it. He slides his fingers between Momoshiro's own, clasping them around Momoshiro's hand. He's kind of fumbling through that as well, but it feels good enough to keep him from feeling overwhelmed with nerves and he doesn't stop.

And Momoshiro can't do anything that doesn't feel like he's breaking it off, and simply hold Kaidoh's hand in return, fingers wrapped around it securely. He likes the way it looks—it's right in front of his face after all—the way they're joined together, not pulling away, or doing something stupid.

"Fries with a shrimp cutlet burger sounds so nice right now," says Momoshiro with a sigh. He nuzzles his face in Kaidoh's lap, enjoying the warmth he's providing.

Speaking of warmth, Momoshiro is starting to feel a little bit chilly. Or he might just be feeling shivers from the way Kaidoh's fingers are running up and down his head, and circling around on the back of his neck. And that does make him shiver a little. He curls up his legs closer to Kaidoh, like he's some big baby that needs protection.

Not that he is. Or that he wants Kaidoh to protect him.

But Momoshiro definitely wants to stay like this for a while.

"Oh, I just remembered something!" exclaims Momoshiro. He eagerly squeezes Kaidoh's hand, happy to tell him the news. "I found shrimp. Yup. Shrimp. They're actually near Dumbnuts Cove. I haven't tried to catch them, but I did see them! Okay, I didn't really. This dead shrimp washed up on the beach, so I think they're somewhere close at least. It's worth a shot trying to find them, right? Then we can roll them in panko, and deep fry those too! It'll be just like home …"

Momoshiro's eyes feel heavy as they look at Kaidoh's hand. Home. Home sounds nice. Home with Kaidoh perhaps, and that thought makes him feel warm and fuzzy despite the blanket not covering him all the way. He starts playing with Kaidoh's fingers again, not wanting to stay still (though he does enjoy the petting of his head in silence). He sort of wants to pull the blanket to cover his shoulders at least, but that requires separating from Kaidoh's hand, and that's not an option.

"Shrimp won't … be filled with worms, right? They can't, right?" asks Momoshiro. The thought of eating shrimp which had been infested with larva as well makes him feel sick again.

Kaidoh snorts, then smiles a little. Momoshiro can be such a moron sometimes. "I don't see why they would be …" he says flatly, but then he gives Momoshiro's head a reassuring pat—like he's some kind of overeager puppy—and adds, "You probably don't have to worry about anything like that, since they'll be fresh when we catch them."

"The mango was freshly plucked when I ate it," mumbles Momoshiro in disagreement. He curls his index finger around Kaidoh's, hooking him so he can't leave him.

"Well, fruit is different from shrimp," Kaidoh points out. That much should be obvious.

"Guess so … so I can't get them either right? My stomach will kill it … right?" He doesn't want alien larva eggs hatching in his brain. Though it does make a good excuse as to why he's keeping his head on Kaidoh's lap, and letting him pet his head, and holding his hand. "Like with acid and stuff. I think. I don't know, I was asleep mostly for biology."

Kaidoh shrugs. "I think so, yeah. You should be fine." He doesn't really make a habit of reading about gross things like that, so he's never come across anything about people dying from worms in fruit. He guesses it might be possible … and someone like Inui-senpai probably even keeps creepy statistics on that sort of thing, but in this case, Momoshiro is probably just being melodramatic.

That doesn't stop Kaidoh from giving Momoshiro's hand a tight, comforting squeeze. "They can't hurt you," he says firmly, unsure if he means simply that they won't or that he's not going to let them.

"Okay …" Momoshiro sort of wants to say that Kaidoh should stay with him until they're sure he's not turning into some kind of zombie, but it seems neither of them are showing any indication that they want to get up and leave in the first place. Maybe he doesn't have to say it out loud, maybe he can just lie here forever.

Momoshiro snorts. "They were really fucking gross though. I'm never eating mango again. I'll just stick to fish then, they can't get creepy eggs hatched inside of them. I hope." He'll take Kaidoh's word for it that this can't happen, since he was the one who knew that fish were animals. "Stupid fish being animals," he mumbles. Fish shouldn't be animals, in his opinion.

"Hey, hey—" Momoshiro nudges Kaidoh's hand. "Are whales animals too then? Like, they're not just 'fish'?"

"Huh?" Kaidoh narrows his eyes skeptically, his hand stilling on top of Momoshiro's head as he tries to catch up to Momoshiro's random train of thought. "Of course they're animals, dumbass. What else would they be? If they can move around, they're animals." He thinks that's how it works. There's probably some other more scientific explanation, too … something about cells, but he doesn't remember it, and he sort of doubts Momoshiro even knows what a cell is in the first place.

He flicks his index finger against the back of Momoshiro's head. "Fish are just a kind of animal." A creepy and gross kind, most of the time, but an animal nonetheless.

"That's just weird," huffs Momoshiro. "I mean, they don't have legs … and they swim … and breathe underwater. What's next, humans also being animals?" He pouts at their combined hands. "And stop flicking my head." Do that other thing instead! The nicer stuff.

"I'll do whatever I want to your stupid head," Kaidoh retorts automatically, and then his face heats up as he realizes what he's said. His fingers feel frozen in place like he's scared to move them again because that will mean admitting that what he wants is to stroke them softly through Momoshiro's hair and that's just weird... not that he hasn't been doing just that this whole time.

Momoshiro tries to hide the smirk appearing on his face. If Kaidoh will do whatever he wants to Momoshiro's head, well, please do then. He's not going to stop him, unless he's flicking against it again. He won't say no to some more petting.

Which is a very gross thought to have, but one Momoshiro doesn't really care about anymore.

Kaidoh tries to deflect attention away from whatever his treacherous hand is wanting to do and grumbles, "Obviously humans are animals. Why else would scientists say humans are related to monkeys?" He snorts pointedly at Momoshiro. "Some people more than others ..." Hey, maybe Kaidoh can excuse all these weird impulses as just latent animal instincts. That would be convenient. But also weird.

"I don't know, I thought they meant monkeys looked the most like humans? Like, with five fingers and stuff … argh—I don't care! I left that stuff behind me when I graduated high school. Or were they teaching this in middle school? I can't remember." Momoshiro is suddenly reminded of the time they fell out of contact with each other, and that's when they were both in high school. Not that Momoshiro could remember which high school Kaidoh went to.

He tugs on Kaidoh's hand again—not wanting to let go in the slightest. "Hey, which high school did you go to again?" He did remember it a long time ago, he might have had visited the school even, wanting to talk to Kaidoh, but waiting around at the school gate seemed stupid and clingy, and besides, he had his own school to think about.

"Uh … Sakuragaoka," Kaidoh says, voice a bit gruff and lacking the fondness that's present when he talks about Seigaku. Not that there was anything wrong with his high school; it was perfectly okay. If pressed, that's how Kaidoh would describe it anyway: Okay.

"Hmm … do you still remember mine?" asks Momoshiro thoughtfully.

Kaidoh hisses. "It was Nishiyama, right?" His tone is dismissive, like he's just guessing, like it isn't some fact about Momoshiro that he has memorized. Since Kaidoh definitely doesn't do things like that.

"Probably," says Momoshiro just as dismissive. He can barely remember. "If you knew, you should have come by."

"I-I …" Kaidoh starts, feeling flustered as he searches for an excuse that isn't just that he was a big coward. His fingers tense, both in Momoshiro's hand and against his scalp. Then his eyes narrow a little in annoyance and he retorts defensively, "What the hell, I was busy with schoolwork and practice and everything, same as you."

This time it's Momoshiro who flicks his finger against Kaidoh, on the inside of his hand. "I wasn't busy at all. And you were spending most of your free time running! If you had time for that, you'd have time to come see me. Dumbass. Whatever." He sighs. "I guess you only came that one time because I asked you, huh." Or forced.

Back in high school, Momoshiro had asked Kaidoh to come to his school festival. His class had been in charge of a haunted house, and to Momoshiro, that seemed like a perfect way to scare the hell out of Kaidoh, and be able to get away with it. Obviously at first Kaidoh had refused, called him names, and told him to stop bothering him because he had running—but he showed up anyway. It really was a one time thing only though, he never came again.

Momoshiro curls up more against Kaidoh, feeling a bit sentimental—lots of 'ifs' going through his head—and he's still a bit cold. The blanket is only covering his lower body, and he wants to pull it up to his shoulders, but that requires removing his hand from Kaidoh's, and he's not sure if he can slip them back together just as easily again. It feels like once the connection is severed, it's hard to reform it. That's how everything feels like with Kaidoh, like a small opportunity in time is all he gets to be able to effortlessly engage in things like this.

Kaidoh huffs. "Shut up, that's not true," he says grouchily. "I don't only do things because you tell me to, moron." Although, annoyingly, Momoshiro does make a point—Kaidoh probably wouldn't have gone to Momoshiro's school on his own. That would have been way too embarrassing. Going out of his way to see Momoshiro seemed impossible back then, he'd look like some kind of stalker. Not that he's about to say that to Momoshiro now. He's not ever going to say out loud that he was scared of something as stupid as feelings. Not that being scared of ghosts or fish or storms is any better. But Kaidoh's not afraid of those things either, really!

He lets his hand slide off Momoshiro's head and rest gently at the back of his neck, his thumb moving in slow circles. "It would have been weird to just show up at a school I don't go to …" Kaidoh argues lamely, his voice sounding just as thin and strained as the excuse is.

Momoshiro grins as he tickles the inside of Kaidoh's hand. "Was Kaoru-chan being shy?" he asks in a cooing and obnoxious voice.

"Asshole," Kaidoh growls, curling his fingers into a fist and knocking them, rather ineffectually, against Momoshiro's shoulder.

Momoshiro rolls his shoulder to get Kaidoh's fist off of him, but he laughs as he does it. "You're stupid. I wouldn't have cared if you showed up for no good reason." No, that's probably what Momoshiro would have liked to see Kaidoh doing, but he's not about to tell him that. "And hey, I went to your school once, without being asked!"

Kaidoh returns his hand to Momoshiro's shoulder, undeterred, but he doesn't hit this time, just squeezes it lightly. "Yeah, and you spent the whole time bothering me like an idiot," he grumbles, but he doesn't manage to sound particularly angry about it.

"So, it's not like you had tennis practice that time," says Momoshiro. He doesn't bother people, he entertains people! People just like being around him, and he's sure Kaidoh feels the same way.

After all, Kaidoh's got his arm around Momoshiro, and their hands are still together. Yes, he definitely doesn't think Momoshiro is bothering him. And if he does, Momoshiro will punch him for being a dick.

"You could have at least treated me to some food while I was there. Or maybe offered me some of your bento! Or did you finish that already?" Or it was probably too long ago for Kaidoh to remember. They were fifteen years old. Time sure flies by.

Kaidoh snorts. "It's not my job to feed you." Although he's pretty sure if he'd known Momoshiro was coming he'd have saved some of his bento for him. He wouldn't have been able to help it.

"It is your job to give me water though." Momoshiro removes one finger from Kaidoh's hold, and points it at the bottle of water sitting next to Kaidoh. Then he slips it between Kaidoh's fingers again, grinning mischievously.

"Dumbass," Kaidoh replies. "If you want another drink, you have to sit up." Because at this angle, the water's more likely to end up all over Kaidoh's lap than in Momoshiro's mouth.

And because Momoshiro thinks that they're in this 'zone', that they can return like this with ease, and not seem like an impossible task, he slowly slips his hand away from Kaidoh's, and raises his entire body. He finally pulls himself away from Kaidoh's lap, and sits up straight, his blanket pooling underneath him, resting on his legs. He looks at Kaidoh with a pointed stare. Well, he's sitting up now. And it feels sort of lonely; he wants to lie down again. He hopes he's able to.

Kaidoh huffs and lifts the bottle from the ground and pulls the cap off, holding it between his fingers, because his hand feels empty otherwise.

"Here," he says, and passes it to Momoshiro, trying his best to look annoyed and put upon, like giving him water is some kind of difficult and tedious task, rather than something he doesn't really mind at all.

Well, this time, he's not going to say thanks again (he's done it twice already today!). Momoshiro takes the bottle—fingers touching Kaidoh's on purpose—and he swallows some water. His throat was feeling kind of dry. He closes his eyes as he drinks, looking at Kaidoh in the eyes feels kind of funny, and it's weird seeing Kaidoh look at him as he drinks. When he feels refreshed enough, he pulls the bottle away from his lips and hands it back to Kaidoh while wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand. The hand which is itching to be reunited with Kaidoh. This time, he does look at Kaidoh as he waits for him to take the bottle back, his eyes focused and almost strained.

Kaidoh takes the bottle back and returns it to its place on the floor. Then he looks back at Momoshiro and lets his hands settle awkwardly at his sides, like he's not sure what to do with them next. His palms are open and his lap is empty, like an invitation, but there's no way Kaidoh can just ask.

And boy does Kaidoh's lap look inviting to Momoshiro. He does really, truly, want to lie back down, and let Kaidoh pet his head again, and maybe hold his hand too. It's sort of like he's gotten this sugar addiction, and Kaidoh's nothing but this cavity-inducing sweetness and he's just waiting for him to surrender and lie down. Yeah, that sounds nice.

But something else sounds nicer.

He wonders if this is something Kaidoh wants too, kiss that is. If it's something he can get whenever he wants, because that sounds nice. Being able to kiss without some stupid build-up, or an excuse. He'd like to be able to kiss Kaidoh, simply because he wants to. And yeah, he wants to, and he searches Kaidoh's eyes, asking himself if he wants it too.

Momoshiro lifts one arm, and he leans in closer to Kaidoh. His hand lands on Kaidoh's shoulder, a bit hesitant, as if suddenly this requires a lot more courage than he previously thought was needed. He can feel that same fluttery yet anxious feeling well up inside of him again, but Momoshiro is determined. His hand slides up to Kaidoh's neck, wrapping his fingers around it till they touch Kaidoh's bandana. Then he uses it as leverage to pull himself closer, close enough to put his sort of wet lips on Kaidoh's. Inside he feels like he's going crazy with this stupid sugar rush, despite the fact that he's gently sucking, and it's not fast or urgent at all. He pulls back, breaking their brief kiss, but keeps their heads close together, as if Momoshiro isn't planning on keeping it at just one kiss.

Alien larva hatching eggs inside of his brain is probably the furthest thing on Momoshiro's mind right now.

Kaidoh blinks back at Momoshiro, feeling nervous, exposed, and even a little shy. Maybe it's because somehow, no matter how many times they do this, Kaidoh doesn't expect it to happen again—isn't sure if Momoshiro will continue wanting it to happen—so it takes him by surprise each time it does. In a good, but kind of scary way.

But if Momoshiro can be brave, then so can Kaidoh. He leans forward a little, each millimeter between them seeming to take forever to close, the seconds stretching out as he watches Momoshiro carefully, like he's confirming that it's okay to do this. Finally, there's nowhere left to move, and Kaidoh presses his mouth against Momoshiro's and raises his hand up to Momoshiro's face, his fingers spreading across Momoshiro's cheek to keep him close, so he can't pull back this time.

Not that Momoshiro wants to pull back. They've done this quite a bit by now, yet it still feels good, it still makes him feel high on that sugar rush. This is what he's been trying to protect this whole month, the ability to do this, without any strings attached, without putting any meaning into it—because that's dangerous. It could jeopardize the entire thing between them, and they might not ever do it again if … if … yeah, if one of them were to suddenly pull back and laugh 'haha, that was a joke'. Or asked them what or why they're doing this …

There should be no questions asked if Momoshiro wants to continue this with Kaidoh. So he tries to shut down his stupid brain, and focus instead on the way Kaidoh's lips are moving with his. Warm and wet, they always are. The hand on his cheek feels warm too, and secure, it's letting Momoshiro know that Kaidoh wants this too. That's good. As long as there's a mutual want here, then it should be fine, nothing needs to change, nothing important needs to happen.

All Momoshiro needs to do is concentrate on what they're doing.

And they're doing things slow. Momoshiro uses his fingers to rub circles at the back of Kaidoh's neck this time, returning the favour from before, sort of. He slides his lips across Kaidoh's, a sensation that he still can't get enough of, no matter how many times they've done this already. He feels a bit exhausted, like their actions take way too much energy to complete, or maybe his heart is just beating out of control and leaving him lightheaded and almost breathless. Kaidoh keeps pulling him closer, something which Momoshiro isn't going to struggle against. Soon though, Kaidoh's head is up against the wall, and Momoshiro is almost toppling over his body and falling right on top of him if he doesn't steady himself in time.

Momoshiro remembers the last time he sat in Kaidoh's lap. While of course, nice, he knows the strain it puts on Kaidoh's legs, so this time he is considerate. He pulls his lips away from Kaidoh's, and Kaidoh looks at him as if there's something wrong. He grabs Kaidoh's shirt with his other free hand, then rises to his knees. He flips one over, between Kaidoh's legs, and nudges his thighs to spread them, which Kaidoh does without hesitation. He creates enough space for him to sit, and he does, sitting down between Kaidoh, with his legs arched over the side of Kaidoh's thigh. It's kind of like Kaidoh's holding a kid, but that's certainly not what Momoshiro has in mind. He lets go of Kaidoh's shirt, and snakes his arm around his neck, locking him in an embrace with both arms, and not letting go, then presses their lips together again for another kiss.

Perhaps, Momoshiro thinks as he flicks his tongue over Kaidoh's lips, this can be a regular routine that doesn't need an excuse. Momoshiro would like to be able to walk up to Kaidoh, and simply push him up against the wall and kiss him—without it seeming weird, or worse; with Kaidoh rejecting his advances. But he hasn't so far, so maybe they're good.

Maybe they can do this every day. Momoshiro smiles against Kaidoh's lips. Yeah, sounds nice.

Kaidoh's shoulders relax, his whole body seeming to melt forward against Momoshiro. There's no lingering hesitation or nervousness now that his lips are sucking at Momoshiro's mouth. Instead there's just a soft, warm feeling sweeping through him, sending a shudder clear down to his toes. He feels content and relaxed, and at the same time just as conscious and aware as if he were out running, like there's adrenaline building and bursting under his skin.

His fingertips brush against Momoshiro's cheek, his palm feeling each subtle movement of Momoshiro's jaw that's echoed in the press of his mouth. The way they're kissing is slow and deliberate, almost careful, so different from the way they fight. So different from most things they do together, but somehow it feels just as comfortable, just as right. Kaidoh finds he likes this just as much as all the other things, and he presses his mouth against Momoshiro's a bit harder, like his lips are saying what words cannot.

His other hand slides up and around Momoshiro's back to curl around the back of Momoshiro's head, his fingers resting in his thick dark hair. They sweep through the short strands almost tenderly, like he's touching something precious. Kaidoh takes himself by surprise in moments like this, his eagerness to touch Momoshiro washing over him like a wave he can't anticipate or control. But Momoshiro isn't doing anything to stop him—no, in fact he seems just as caught up in this as Kaidoh is—so it's hard for Kaidoh to feel like he's doing anything wrong.

The way Kaidoh gets when they're like this is something Momoshiro still cannot get used to. Then again, he's the same; mind shuts off and his body moves against his own will. Fingers pressing against the frail skin of Kaidoh's neck, and lips hanging onto Kaidoh's as if it's all that matters. And to Momoshiro, it kind of does.

While not exactly rare or uncommon anymore, these are moments Momoshiro treasures. Sometimes they can be rough, filled with desire, and they physically struggle with each other with power, with control. Other times, such like these, it's much more lowkey. Momoshiro finds he likes this on a different level than he likes getting rough with Kaidoh. This is very careful, slow, like each movement and touch are done with purpose, with intent to please. It sure does please Momoshiro, the way Kaidoh keeps pressing their lips harder together, like he doesn't want them to separate. Not that Momoshiro wants to in the first place, he's in between Kaidoh's legs with his arms wrapped around his neck. Of course he's not leaving.

This feels way too good to leave.

It's almost a little overwhelming though. Momoshiro feels so fired up, but their actions are slow, which simply enhances everything that he's feeling as he can concentrate on it. Concentrate on each touch. Kaidoh's fingers are slipping through his black hair, much like before when he was lying on his lap, but this time it's more consistent and daring, and it feels better too. Sometimes Kaidoh's fingers brush down on his neck, which elicit goosebumps from him, his small hairs standing upright.

Even Kaidoh's hand on Momoshiro's cheek is making him feel fuzzy and warm. But there's also something else he likes about it, like Kaidoh is holding him so he can't leave, a fact that makes Momoshiro feel like they can do this forever. Kaidoh wants to do this, he likes to do this, there's no other explanation for how he touches Momoshiro. And it goes the same for him. Momoshiro really likes to do this too, to feel their lips form around each other, to have his hands touching Kaidoh wherever he can. Like there are no more boundaries between them when they're like this.

Momoshiro briefly parts his lips from Kaidoh, long enough to wet his own lips and smack them back together again—a little more forceful than he intended to, but he's eager to continue. He fingers the ends of Kaidoh's bandana, toying around with them, until he grabs hold of it and tries to untie the knot. This time he won't yank it off, it feels wrong somehow, when everything is slow and careful, so Momoshiro takes his time while trying not to get distracted by Kaidoh's own actions.

Soon enough, Momoshiro manages to untie the knot, and the bandana comes loose. He slips it off of Kaidoh's head, and his own dark brown hair springs free, pricking Momoshiro's forehead. That's better, this way, his hand can finally get lost in that hair, knotting it between his fingers. He thoughtfully places the bandana on his pillow next to them.

Then his attention is back on Kaidoh again, the way he's screaming for his attention with his mouth. Momoshiro is once more smiling, before his tongue darts out and licks Kaidoh's lips again.

Kaidoh's lips part like he's desperate for air, but he quickly changes his mind and decides that it isn't air he needs, but Momoshiro's tongue inside his mouth instead, and takes the licking as an invitation to suck at it with his lips and pull it inside. It feels warm, slippery, and familiar as it slides into Kaidoh's mouth and even at this slow pace, it's demanding all of Kaidoh's focus. It's like the rhythm of their mouths moving together is the only thing that matters. And for the time being, it really is. Kaidoh doesn't know what it is about Momoshiro that makes him forget about everything else, forget about time itself, but he isn't about to question how he's feeling.

He does enough of that the rest of the time. Right now, he just wants to concentrate on what's happening, what he can touch, what his senses can feel. Forget whatever doubts or worries might be there in the back of his mind.

There's something really nice about having Momoshiro so close like this. Kaidoh can't get used to how good it feels. It's reassuring, and at once both energizing and calming. It's especially relaxing now since it doesn't feel like there's any pressure on them, they aren't pushing urgently towards some goal or fighting over anything. In fact, there's no competition at all, just this silent agreement to be here together, to be in this together. And somehow that's better than any thrill that comes from constantly outdoing each other.

Kaidoh's fingers draw circles over Momoshiro's head and down the back of his neck where they rest, his arm draping loosely over Momoshiro's shoulder, wrist in the crook of Momoshiro's neck where he can feel the flutter of Momoshiro's pulse beating against his own. It makes Kaidoh feel like his own heartbeat is echoing. His breathing seems to resonate more loudly than usual too. It's as if all his senses are heightened, his whole body alert and ready to drink Momoshiro in and he can't really do much but hold on and let it happen.

He doesn't really have to do much, either, not when Momoshiro is meeting him halfway each time, like a gentle push and pull between them that isn't driven by a need to compete, but instead a simple desire for closeness. The only problem, Kaidoh thinks, as his fingers press encouragingly against the back of Momoshiro's neck, is that he just can't seem to get close enough.

Momoshiro agrees; he wants to melt into Kaidoh's body and feel him against him. Everywhere.

They're already sitting close though. Momoshiro in between Kaidoh's legs, with Kaidoh's arm around Momoshiro's neck and vice versa. Their hot mouths are open, with Momoshiro's tongue slipping in circles around Kaidoh's wet and delightful tongue. He wants to press them closer, though there just isn't much space to get any closer than they are already. He moves his body closer, until his chest is touching Kaidoh's, and his face is tilted to allow them some space to move. Arms are wrapped around Kaidoh's neck, but he brings one down, to trail down Kaidoh's shirt. When he get stop the bottom, he fingers the hem until he hooks it with his fingers, lifting it up, and he slides his hand underneath it.

Kaidoh's skin feels real and hot to the touch. It makes Momoshiro fidget on the spot, eager to continue his exploration of this addicting skin. His fingertips press down gently in his abdomen, then they slowly move up. Momoshiro doesn't know why touching Kaidoh's skin feels so good to him. Nor does he know why he likes it when Kaidoh sucks on his tongue—something that sends him in shivers and short breaths.

It all still feels so amazing; Momoshiro can hardly believe it happens, repeatedly. How he's allowed to touch another human being, to invade that personal space, to take what he likes, to touch what he likes.

Momoshiro flattens his hand against Kaidoh's torso. He licks up Kaidoh's tongue, and coaxes him into his own mouth, where he can feel the sensations rolling around, keeping him on the tips of his toes.

That he's able to do this to Kaidoh, of all people … well.

Momoshiro pushes his tongue against Kaidoh's, and he feels the goosebumps on his neck scatter to his arms.

He'd only want to do this to Kaidoh anyway. No one else, just Kaidoh, just the two of them, sitting here kissing with no pretenses, with no consequences.

The playing going on in his mouth isn't as rough as last time. There's no need to rush this time, they're simply going at their own pace and enjoying it. Momoshiro likes the way Kaidoh's tongue feels against his own, he still can't get over the sensation, which makes his toes curl, and his fingers pull at Kaidoh's hair. His heart is leaping wildly in his chest, despite the slowness of their moves. He moves his hand up to push it against Kaidoh's chest, and he feels Kaidoh's heartbeat. It's not going in the same rhythm as Momoshiro's is, but it's going just as fast. He likes feeling it, knowing Kaidoh is experiencing the same things.

The need to get closer is overtaking Momoshiro's mind. He pulls away from Kaidoh, his tongue slipping out, wet and slimy still. His eyes flutter open so he can see Kaidoh's blurry image in front of him, he's got his own eyes closed, but they soon open up as well, probably wondering why Momoshiro stopped kissing him. God, he looks so into it right now, flamed cheeks, heavy eyes, open mouth breathing for more air, it's definitely something Momoshiro would like to continue to see. But this time, he closes his eyes again, and he moves even closer to bury his head into Kaidoh's neck. He slips his hand out of Kaidoh's shirt as well, to press their bodies as close as he can, both his arms wrapping themselves around Kaidoh's neck.

Now they're as close as they can get, and it's such a comfortable and relaxing feeling that Momoshiro feels all his muscles relax as well. But not only that, he can feel other impulses surge through him, other urges that he wants to act on.

Momoshiro shifts his head, then plants his lips on the side of Kaidoh's delicate neck. He sucks at it a little, very gentle in his actions, while one hand is running through Kaidoh's hair, and the other is stroking his back. He shudders even though he's the one doing the touching.

Momoshiro wants to kiss Kaidoh everywhere.

That's certainly not something Kaidoh would say no to. He doesn't feel like saying no to Momoshiro at all, he doesn't think he can say words at all right now, his brain functions feeling temporarily wiped clean. The only thing he can process is the way Momoshiro's mouth feels, wet and soft, against his skin, and the way his arms feel, strong and secure around him.

Kaidoh wraps his own arms tighter around Momoshiro's body, both hands at his back now, feeling his shoulderblades shifting subtly under his touch, like it's Kaidoh's fingertips that are making them move. He can feel every movement Momoshiro makes, when they're so close like this, and he knows that Momoshiro can feel all of him, too, but rather than making him feel exposed or embarrassed, Kaidoh just feels a flutter in his chest. The feeling ripples through him, warm and energized.

He doesn't think he'll ever get used to the way Momoshiro makes him feel, like he's transferring the heat of a summer sun through his fingertips, his mouth, every bit of him that Kaidoh touches. But instead of leaving Kaidoh with an annoying sunburn, Momoshiro's sunshine just fills Kaidoh up with a pleasant warmth, like he doesn't have a care in the world. He's forgotten how to be annoyed about anything. Especially not Momoshiro. Right now, Kaidoh's unable to find anything stupid or wrong about Momoshiro. Everything he's doing feels right, everything about Momoshiro feels right.

It makes Kaidoh feel strange, like he must not be thinking clearly, and it's true, he isn't, but he's definitely sure of the things he's feeling. They're pretty damn clear.

He slides his hand up Momoshiro's back, pulling at the collar of his shirt so he can press his mouth against the exposed skin of Momoshiro's collarbone before nuzzling his face into Momoshiro's neck, like he's a burrowing animal and it's the only instinct he knows. He breathes, feeling airy and lightheaded, but not minding the seeming lack of oxygen.

He doesn't get why they aren't doing this all the time, why it always feels like such an insurmountable task to reach this point. Because once they're here, once they let themselves go, it feels like the easiest thing in the world. Kaidoh isn't used to the feeling, like something could be so infinitely simple, no impossible challenge, no high stakes, no chance of failure. He doesn't want to let it go.

Momoshiro can feel a steady warmth spreading through him from where Kaidoh is nuzzled against. It's as if he reserved this spot just for Kaidoh, for him to bury and hide his face in, with Momoshiro allowing it. Hell, he'll allow just about anything right now.

There's that feeling again, Momoshiro notices. It's a stable current that gently flows through him, it's making him feel at ease, erase all the worries and thoughts in his head, it feels good. It feels really good. Momoshiro places another kiss on Kaidoh's warm neck, causing Kaidoh to push his face into his own neck even more. He feels goosebumps appear everywhere Kaidoh is touching, where his face is pressed up against, where his breath is hitting his collarbone. Momoshiro likes it, he likes this soothing and gentle feeling when they're like this, when Kaidoh's here with him. His heart is thumping hopefully, excited at the feeling.

Momoshiro spreads his fingers out in Kaidoh's hair, cupping his skull securely, and softly presses against it, so Kaidoh can stay nuzzled in his neck. In the place where Momoshiro thinks he belongs.

Yeah, that's exactly how it feels like, where Kaidoh belongs, how Momoshiro wishes it was like all the time. He buries his face into Kaidoh's neck as well, his nose pressed against his collarbone, and one arm wrapped tightly around Kaidoh's back. He can feel Kaidoh's embrace tighten as well, as if he's saying it's okay to hold him. It's making his heart race faster.

That … this feeling, Momoshiro doesn't know what to name it, but he does know it's the most addicting feeling on earth, and he can't get enough of it. He doesn't ever want to let go of that feeling, and subsequently doesn't want to let Kaidoh go either. No, Kaidoh can continue to sit here with him, holding each other like it's easy and right. Holding Kaidoh like he's his.

Mine. Momoshiro breathes in deeply, the nice sweet smell of Kaidoh making his senses kick into overdrive, and pulls at his heart.

Their bodies stay molded together, the only movement coming from their breathing. Momoshiro feels so good and relaxed, that he thinks this would be a good way to fall asleep. Even better than on Kaidoh's lap. Because like this, they're both doing it, both wrapped in this moment like nothing else matters. And nothing really does. It's just the two of them, holding onto this pleasant feeling, and taking in deep breaths as they soak in each other's body warmth.

Kaidoh's probably the warmest and most pleasant thing Momoshiro has felt in his life, and that's not something he wants to lose.

Mine, he thinks again as he nuzzles in the crook of Kaidoh's neck. Yes, that sounds like a good word. He kisses Kaidoh's neck again, before opting to simply rest his lips against it, eyes closed, and concentrated on his heart beating a steady rhythm, one that's now in tune with Kaidoh's. He can feel the blood rush through Kaidoh's veins, right where his lips are pressed against. It's reassuring to know Kaidoh's heart is going just as crazy as his. That's the weirdest thing though, that he's simply sitting here with Kaidoh, holding on to each other, not doing much else, yet it feels like he's being energized as if he's being powered by batteries, or perhaps a powerline full of electricity. It's something so simple, an embrace, yet his heart is pounding in his chest as if he's been running Kaidoh's crazy training schedule. At least this is one kind of running he likes, he really, really likes. He takes in a deep breath and sighs.

"Mine," Momoshiro whispers in what sounds like a voiceless breath against Kaidoh's neck. It's so quiet, Kaidoh might not have heard it. Momoshiro is too wrapped up in this feeling to realize what he's said.

And Kaidoh thinks he must have imagined hearing it.

The hut is silent, save for their soft breaths and steadily pounding heartbeats, but Kaidoh still doesn't believe his own ears. Maybe he's just hearing what he wants to hear—it is what he wants to hear—caught up in the dizzying fantasy of Momoshiro's arms wrapped tightly around him.

But Kaidoh's heart tugs insistently against his chest, reassuring him that this is not in his imagination. Momoshiro is really here and, regardless of whether or not he said anything at all, he's really holding onto Kaidoh, keeping him close, and that is saying more than any word could. Kaidoh smiles a little at the thought, his mouth still safely hidden against Momoshiro's neck, and he breathes out with an easy sigh, trying to push himself closer against Momoshiro's skin with each exhale.

Say it again, Kaidoh thinks. Even if it was only in his head, he wants to hear Momoshiro's voice again. It hadn't sounded as annoying as it sometimes does. Well, if Kaidoh's being honest, Momoshiro's voice alone isn't annoying, just the stupid things he says. Momoshiro isn't being stupid at all right now, though. Or maybe they're both being stupid, hands wrapped all around each other and clinging like koala bears. Kaidoh isn't the type to cling to anything, but here he is, and his body is responding like it's been zapped to life with electricity, like it's the best thing in the world.

It kind of is the best thing in the world.

Kaidoh's fingers tug gently at the back of Momoshiro's shirt, clenching the material between his fingers, palms pressed against Momoshiro's back. Its wide expanse is beginning to feel like familiar territory to Kaidoh, from his neck and down his spine, and across his shoulderblades, Kaidoh has touched it all, and more than that, he's allowed to keep touching, wherever he likes. It amazes him, he can't get enough of it, and lets his fingers slide down Momoshiro's shirt, the material shivering under them, and then back up again so his arms lock around his shoulders, pulling Momoshiro into a tight embrace—that's what it must be, but calling it that sounds weird to Kaidoh. Not weird enough to make him want to let go, though.

Instead, he only wants to stay close. His lips part at Momoshiro's neck and find the pulse point there, gently sucking the skin and feeling Momoshiro's heartbeat seem to leap against his mouth. Kaidoh didn't know such a sensation was possible. His mouth lingers there, breathing in and out, his lips tingling like there's a crackle of static jumping off Momoshiro's skin. But instead of giving Kaidoh an electric jolt, the feeling just buzzes through him like a pleasant rush.

It's something he thinks he could get used to. Judging by how comfortable his body feels pressed up against Momoshiro right now, maybe he already has.

Momoshiro's rational conscious has really drifted off by now, he can hardly recognize himself. So relaxed and content with sitting here with Kaidoh, arms all over each other like they're glued together. It feels like everything before they got like this felt like a guitar string strung too tight, and now it's unraveled, everything falling into place, which feels so very reassuring and good, that Momoshiro's mind really isn't concerned anymore about what is right, and what is wrong. Everything feels right, the way they're like this, it's feels as natural as one of their fights or arguments. Maybe even better. Yeah, most definitely.

And Kaidoh's lips on his skin feel so electrifying. He has no idea what kind of effect it has on Momoshiro. It's making him feel tingly and sort of restless, because he wants more. His neck is so exposed and defenseless against Kaidoh's lips, which are gently pressed against it, and sucking lightly. It sucks out all the rationale left in Momoshiro; he doesn't care anymore, he just wants to sit here and do this all day long.

Maybe forever.

Momoshiro drops his left arm, then hooks it underneath Kaidoh's, so he has better access to his back. He finds the rim of the black tank top, before slipping his hand underneath it, fingers trailing over the hot and muscular back. They touch and press down on his back, massaging in different patterns, tracing his spine all the way to his shoulderblades. He really likes Kaidoh's back, the way it feels against his fingertips. He's seen it a lot in his younger years, when he saw Kaidoh practicing his boomerang snake move at the riverbanks. The way his muscles flexed, and the way he turned his body, showcasing all the details on his fine back.

Probably back then Momoshiro had wondered what it felt like to touch it.

Back then, Momoshiro had spied on Kaidoh's training one too many times. Hidden behind a large pole, or maybe some bushes, or crouched behind the railing of the bridge, with his bike ditched somewhere nearby. It was to study his rival's training; he couldn't let Kaidoh get better than him at tennis. That was his excuse. Now what's his excuse? He doesn't have any. Maybe he never had an excuse in the first place … with Kaidoh he just acts irrational lately. Doing things that even surprise him, like rubbing his back, pulling his hair, and kissing the side of his neck.

And Kaidoh seems to be irrational too, letting Momoshiro do this, and returning the favour, also sucking the skin on his neck. It draws out a sigh out of Momoshiro, concentrated on the pleasure he derives from it.

It's amazing the way they can touch each other now, while still feeling comfortable and right, almost effortless. And the way Kaidoh presses his palms against his back, keeping him close, as if he's encouraging him to touch wherever. Any personal boundaries they might have had before, are all gone now—evaporated into thin air. Maybe Momoshiro had always wanted to overcome those, he's naturally touchy feely after all. But mostly, he just wanted to act that way with Kaidoh, and now he can. Now they are.

Momoshiro flexes his fingers, then sets his nails onto Kaidoh's spine, and he drags them down—not too hard. He can feel Kaidoh respond against his own body, it's impossible to hide any reactions when they're this close, and Momoshiro likes it. He can't hide anything either, and at the moment, he doesn't even feel the need to.

Neither can Momoshiro hide his apparent arousal, which is now starting to show in his shorts. He is feeling rather turned on by all this snuggling, and rubbing, and Kaidoh's lips on his neck are pushing all the right buttons. That, and he gets easily excited at the prospect of doing something that feels good with Kaidoh again. At least Kaidoh can't really tell there's a bulge in his shorts, when his face is still hiding itself in the crook of his neck, which he kisses again. Momoshiro can feel his body twitch in response, and he presses himself closer to Kaidoh's chest. That damn shirt is always in the way.

Everything physical separating their scorching hot skin is in the way. Momoshiro lowers his hand from Kaidoh's back, and hooks his entire arm at his waist, so he can have the most skin-on-skin contact, and to keep him close.

Kaidoh lets his own fingers drift down as well, both hands sliding down Momoshiro's sides until they reach the hem of his shirt. He doesn't even hesitate as he slips them under the material and against Momoshiro's very warm and bare skin.

This time when he slides his hands up again, back towards Momoshiro's shoulder blades, the shirt scrunches up with them, and Kaidoh feels Momoshiro shiver a little against him as more and more of his skin is exposed to the open air.

Somehow the shiver seems to reverberate into Kaidoh's fingertips and through his own body as well, because he shudders against Momoshiro, his breath shaking out against the crook of his neck. His fingers press tighter into his skin, as though suddenly, even though they're both sitting, he needs something to hold on to for balance.

He tilts his head so he can kiss the side of Momoshiro's face, right along his jaw, and despite the resulting tumble of energy inside him, the sensation grounds Kaidoh and keeps him steady. He likes that he can rely on Momoshiro's solid warmth for that, even when his own insides seem to be going nuts.

He doesn't know when that happened, when the switch flipped, when this became something steady, rather than something with an unpredictable outcome. Kaidoh still doesn't know how it will end, where this will go, what to even call it, but he feels comfortable with where they are now. And for Kaidoh, being comfortable with anything this affectionate is a pretty big thing.

Slowly, Kaidoh pulls back from Momoshiro's face, enough that Momoshiro takes notice and pulls back from Kaidoh's neck as well. Kaidoh looks at him, and for a moment just enjoys the hard, intense look in Momoshiro's eyes, a look Kaidoh wants to believe is only ever for him. Then he moves again, and this time when Kaidoh leans in, he doesn't aim for Momoshiro's neck, but his lips instead, with a renewed eagerness to return to them.

In the past, he'd spent years complaining about Momoshiro's big mouth, but when it comes to kissing, Kaidoh can't find a thing wrong with it. He likes the way Momoshiro's mouth feels, how immediately he always reacts, how confident his lips feel pressed against Kaidoh's own. Kaidoh can't help but feel just as wrapped up in it as Momoshiro seems to be, just as swept away. For someone who likes being in control so much, Kaidoh is getting pretty bad at holding onto it when it comes to Momoshiro.

It's strange the way Momoshiro has gotten used to this, to respond immediately as if they've been doing this for years. Kaidoh's lips are warm and demanding, exerting a kind of gentleness that doesn't really match his gruff exterior, nor does it match the usual way he acts around Momoshiro.

Because what's 'usual' for them, is bickering with each other, and saying stupid things. Then maybe throw a punch or two.

It had never been like this. It had never felt like this. So good and exciting, as if this is something they should have been doing years ago. Momoshiro briefly wonders if this would have naturally happened between them had they not lost contact that time. But he tries to pull his thoughts back to the present, where Kaidoh is real, and not some memory, and he's running his hands up and down his back—which feels really damn good—and kissing him that makes him feel dizzy.

Momoshiro hopes Kaidoh feels just as good and lightheaded as he does, as this always makes him feel. He moves one hand away from the back of Kaidoh's head, slipping it around his neck, then up his jawline, and then he's sprawling his fingers across Kaidoh's red cheek. He grazes the skin softly, holding Kaidoh in place so he can't turn away, but it doesn't feel like he would want to in the first place, not when he's pushing his lips against Momoshiro's.

When they briefly part to take in a breath, Momoshiro crashes their lips together again as if that's his oxygen. Kissing Kaidoh is like his life essence right now. They move their hot mouths against each other, and to an outsider it might look funny, but that's something Momoshiro doesn't really give a shit about right now. All that matters is that they're both doing this, and that Kaidoh will continue to use his mouth for kissing instead of hurling insults at him. Or hissing.

Though the hissing sounds kind of sexy at times like these. Not that he'd say this out loud. Not that he'd say anything out loud.

Expect ... maybe … Momoshiro wonders what Kaidoh would do if he said something.

Momentarily, Momoshiro's forgotten his train of thought when Kaidoh pulls his bottom lip within his own mouth, and sucks on it. It feels like Kaidoh is pulling out his breath, as it escapes in the form of a small moan. The first few encounters, this had embarrassed him, and it still sort of does, but Momoshiro cares about it less now, since Kaidoh can make the same sort of sound as well. He can make him moan like that too. And having that sort of power, to get Kaidoh squirming against him, feels even better than eating hamburgers.

Momoshiro pulls back, so that his lips get released from Kaidoh's hold, and like Kaidoh did before, he looks him in the eyes for a while, feeling goosebumps dance on his skin when Kaidoh looks back. His fingers curl over Kaidoh's cheek, until this slip into his hair, and go behind his ear, like he's petting a cat almost. Kaidoh licks his lips, and Momoshiro tries very hard not to smack their mouths together again, because boy, did that make his erection twitch. Instead, he leans to the left, the side which his hand isn't busy massaging Kaidoh behind his ear, and he kisses his cheek. Then he drags his lips towards his ear, smiles a little to himself, and licks the end of Kaidoh's earlobe. Feeling Kaidoh's hands on his back press in harder, Momoshiro is encouraged to keep going. He shifts his face a bit closer, so he can take the entire soft piece of flesh in his mouth, and he sucks on it. All he really wants is for Kaidoh to feel good, too.

Kaidoh sucks in a short, clipped burst of air and when he breathes out again, it's accompanied by a low whine he feels immediately embarrassed to be hearing. It's like Momoshiro is able to anticipate what Kaidoh wants, even before Kaidoh realizes he wants it. Or maybe it's simply that, with Momoshiro, there's not a whole hell of a lot that Kaidoh doesn't want.

He doesn't even notice how his hips arch slightly off the bed in response to Momoshiro's touch, like he can no longer conceal what Momoshiro is doing to him. So much of the way he reacts is completely out of his control, his body just moving on its own accord, like he's a puppet and Momoshiro is pulling all his strings at once. His fingers grip Momoshiro's back more tightly, and Kaidoh can't help but feel some of the old rivalry flare up inside of him, like he wants to return the favor, get even with Momoshiro for making him act so irrationally.

His face drops against Momoshiro's neck again and he settles his mouth right at the place he'd been sucking before, the soft skin there still blooming red. The skin feels so hot against Kaidoh's lips, like Momoshiro's body is on fire, and Kaidoh's tongue darts out to lick at it, like it's curious to know what that heat might taste like. The instinct is foreign and unfamiliar to him, but it's one that pulses through him like it's always been there, this strange urge to put his mouth all over Momoshiro. It's not one he can really deny, not when Momoshiro is sitting in front of him, allowing anything and everything.

Kaidoh's mind is a haze of humming, buzzing sensations, and even at this still slow pace, they feel overwhelming. His hands slip down Momoshiro's spine, tracing the warm skin until they sprawl out over Momoshiro's hips, curling until his fingers are hooked securely around Momoshiro's waist. The touch makes Momoshiro's breath hitch. There seems to be too little oxygen in the room for either of them, but Kaidoh sucks in what he can, like Momoshiro's skin is giving him all the air he needs.

Momoshiro freezes on instinct, trapped by the emotions washing over him. He takes in a sharp breath, his lips still locked on Kaidoh's earlobe, and tries to control himself a little bit. His body feels on fire, like Kaidoh is doing everything he can to mess with him, touching him in ways that send him over the edge. But it proves to be futile, as Kaidoh sucks even harder on that delicate spot on his neck, he feels his control being sucked right out of it. He shivers, and lets out the breath he'd been holding in, sounding like a satisfied moan, and it goes right into Kaidoh's ear.

Well, shit. That's embarrassing.

Now he can't even hide his stupid noises anymore by pretending it was just his stomach being hungry, or something. Momoshiro's lips let go of Kaidoh's earlobe, and he straightens his neck, flipping his head back, so that his entire neck is exposed for Kaidoh to do what he wants with it. It almost feels like he's surrendering to him, and yeah, maybe it sort of it, but everything feels too good for him to care. He starts moving both his hands again, touching what they can on Kaidoh's head and back, rubbing and massaging, and sometimes even scratching him. That snake is still sucking on his neck, as if he wants to make sure he'll leave a hickey, and Momoshiro is sure he's accomplished that a million times over; it's driving him insane.

The instinct to move his body in rhythmic thrusts against Kaidoh is something Momoshiro can't seem to stop. And it makes Momoshiro feel kind of smug, when he notices Kaidoh is arching up against him too. Everything is like a dance that they're taking part of, they never stop moving, and Momoshiro never stops hearing the music ring in his ears. But the position he's in makes it hard for him to really mold their bodies together.

Fed up with that position, Momoshiro shoves Kaidoh away at his chest, making him sit up against the wall, and he looks at him, bewildered at the interruption. The sore spot on Momoshiro's neck throbs with excitement and pain; it's probably a bruise by now, yet he doesn't mind it at all. Before moving away completely, Momoshiro kisses Kaidoh's lips, as if to tell him that he's not going to stop, and to trust him to not want to stop. When he really does pull back, he finally makes room in between Kaidoh's legs, to he can flip over his left leg, and now he's in the same position as they were last time; Momoshiros legs wrapped around Kaidoh's waist.

He grabs the sides of Kaidoh's face, smacking their lips together again in a much more urgent fashion. This is now all Momoshiro wants, to keep doing this with Kaidoh. He grinds his hips into Kaidoh's, his warm erection poking Kaidoh's pubic bone. He can't ignore that this time.

But first …

"Shirt," Momoshiro murmurs against Kaidoh's lips. His hands are sloppily tugging at the rim of Kaidoh's tank top. Off with it.

Kaidoh hisses against Momoshiro's mouth in agreement and nudges Momoshiro back a bit, before he drops his own arms, crosses them in front of himself to yank his shirt off. He moves as quickly as possible, impatient to get back to what they were doing and feeling a little stupid as he fidgets and pulls the tank top over his head. He tosses it away from them and it lands somewhere on the floor; he's temporarily forgotten his need for cleanliness and order. There are other more pressing things occupying his mind at the moment.

Like getting Momoshiro's shirt off, too.

He reaches for the front of it and jerks at the material, clenching it between his fingers in a way that feels very familiar, like he's about to shove him and then they'll start fighting. But that isn't what Kaidoh wants this time, and this feels like the furthest thing from a fight. He makes a low, demanding grunt, not nearly as articulate as Momoshiro was able to be, and his fingers find the hem at the bottom of the shirt and start pulling the material up, not waiting for confirmation from Momoshiro that this is okay. He can see it in Momoshiro's eyes, the exciting hunger burning within them, that it is. That all of this is.

Kaidoh's fingers don't move as fast as they did on his own tank top, like they're savoring the journey up Momoshiro's chest. He can't help the way his body shudders as his knuckles come in contact with bare skin, and even as a blush creeps over his cheeks, he can't seem to stop staring. When the material is bunched up almost to Momoshiro's neck, Kaidoh sucks in a breath and pulls the shirt all the way off over Momoshiro's head. Momoshiro catches it in his fingers and drops it behind him.

And for a second, Kaidoh doesn't know what to do next, like there are too many options, each more tempting than the last. Then he leans forward, his hands curling around Momoshiro's back again and his mouth dips to meet Momoshiro's chest, kissing the burning skin. It doesn't linger there for long, trailing its way up to Momoshiro's neck, his jaw, and finally reaching his mouth again as his fingers press into Momoshiro's back to pull him closer again.

His lips are kind of starting to throb from this kissing workout, but Kaidoh can't bring himself to care in the slightest.

Despite the fact that only a little while ago, Momoshiro was actually kind of chilly, right now he's burning with a fever. Or more accurately, Kaidoh's lips are burning him. He wanted to get Kaidoh's shirt off so he could kiss him everywhere, but it seems Kaidoh got to that point before he could, and now their hot mouths are pressed together, desperate to keep this going. Everything suddenly feels desperate and urgent, as if they have to keep moving, there's no stopping this.

Momoshiro obviously doesn't want this to stop. Not with the way Kaidoh is trying to tear his lips off, and pressing all the right kinds of spots on his back.

Momoshiro returns the favour, hands running up and down Kaidoh's bare back. It feels amazing to touch the skin without anything in the way; it's hot to the touch. He wishes Kaidoh would just walk around topless all day long so he can run his fingers down his back—or even his chest, which is sliding against his own, sweaty and hot—anytime he wants. He manages to pry one arm in between them, so that his hand can explore the front of Kaidoh's body. Over his chest, down his abs, to his waist, and stops at the waistband of his shorts.

Those are in the way too, he thinks. But out of all the things that Momoshiro is allowed to do right now, he doesn't think tearing off Kaidoh's shorts is one of them. He'd probably punch him. Maybe.

Though he can try. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

But suddenly Momoshiro's mind is distracted from his new goal when Kaidoh plunges his tongue inside of his mouth. Any kind of plan of getting Kaidoh naked flies right out the window, and he eagerly pushes his own tongue against Kaidoh's, pressing his groin into him as well. No matter how many times they do this, it still makes Momoshiro feel fuzzy and excited at the texture of their tongues. It feels powerful, almost, the way they keep pushing at each other, trying to gain the upper hand at making the other shiver and moan in response. But since they're both doing that, it's not quite clear who has the upper hand here.

Not that Momoshiro really cares, as long as they keep going like this, he's fine with anything. Besides, Kaidoh having the upper hand isn't that bad—not if it means he'll kiss his chest again, and sucks on his neck as if he owns it. Momoshiro is more than alright with that.

In fact, Kaidoh can go ahead and do that anytime he likes; Momoshiro isn't going to stop him.

Then as Kaidoh's tongue slips out of Momoshiro's mouth, he remembers about his plan to get him naked. To get rid of those shorts, because they truly are in the way. In the way of getting to … you know, Kaidoh's thing. Which Momoshiro wants to touch and rub, and have Kaidoh do the same to him, and with no shorts in the way, they can easily do this. How to do this though … Momoshiro tries to think, but when Kaidoh's lips return on his neck, he sort of shuts off his mind and enjoys the sensation.

And Kaidoh really sucks hard. Momoshiro squeezes his eyes shut. "Fuck," he grunts out. It might have been a vulgar exclamation, but Momoshiro is enjoying this to the point of being overloaded with nothing but pleasure. It's making him see stars.

The hand that was busy on Kaidoh's chest, rubbing and spreading his fingers out flat against his abs, are now going down again, returning to his waistband. Momoshiro is panting for breath this time, like Kaidoh is sucking out all the oxygen out of him. He swallows, feeling a bit weird for wanting this, and almost has seconds thoughts—which are squashed as Kaidoh grinds his hips into his. Okay, that's a good sign. Momoshiro feels a bit shy and nervous, since they haven't done this before, but he gathers his courage to pull through with it. He fumbles his way through it, trying to pry one finger underneath the hem of Kaidoh's shorts, and hooks the band away from his waist.

Off with this too. He tugs at it again, and hopes Kaidoh gets the hint. And if not, well, he won't say no to being ravished like this either. He better not stop.

Kaidoh tears his mouth away from Momoshiro's neck and stares accusingly at him. He feels out of breath and his lips are swollen from being suctioned to Momoshiro's skin like a vacuum.

Uhh, his brain sputters. It's hard to concentrate when Momoshiro's got his hand there, and maybe that's Momoshiro's intention, to force Kaidoh to focus on this instead. His body doesn't seem to mind. In fact, if the erection straining at his shorts, just agonizing inches from Momoshiro's fingers, is anything to go by, his body would very much like to focus on this. But the look in Momoshiro's eyes is a little different from previous times, and he's not reaching down Kaidoh's shorts so much as trying to pull them off of him entirely.

Which is a little bit scary.

Sure, the whole Seigaku team used to shower together back in tennis club, and Kaidoh is no stranger to showing some skin when he gets changed—it's not like he's insecure about his body—but there was no real meaning behind any of that, and this feels very different, in too many ways to count. It seems to make the whole thing more serious, since it's no longer sloppy fumbling of fingers down the front of each other's boxers, and it will be much harder to make the excuse that that's all this is.

Well, Kaidoh's only going to do it if Momoshiro does too. If they're going to be doing something scary and a little embarrassing, then they sure as hell better be doing it together.

He turns his head, eyes downcast, and hisses, his face red from panting and from the nervousness that comes from the thought of being naked. With Momoshiro. It's both exciting and terrifying.

"Move," he hisses, and shoves at Momoshiro's chest so he'll get off his legs, since he can't really remove his shorts so long as Momoshiro is still on top of him. Momoshiro seems taken aback for a moment, like he thinks Kaidoh wants to stop, but Kaidoh's other hand slides around Momoshiro's torso to pull at the hem of Momoshiro's shorts as well, as if that explains his intentions. His eyes harden, as resolute as they are reassuring, and Momoshiro moves to the side, still close enough to keep Kaidoh from backing down or chickening out. Kaidoh never thought he'd need to rely on Momoshiro's presence for moral support. Well, to be honest, he never thought he'd find himself in this kind of situation to begin with. Either way, having Momoshiro here makes Kaidoh feel a little braver, like he's capable of things he never thought about doing before.

Once Momoshiro is off, Kaidoh slides his shorts down his hips, pulling the boxers down with them, and tries to do it as quickly and gracefully as possible, which is hard when he's got an erection—that makes everything kind of graceless—and Momoshiro is staring at him. Kaidoh can feel it without even looking back. He's having a hard time looking at Momoshiro right now because this is kind of embarrassing, and he's, quite literally, suddenly rather exposed.

He finally pulls his shorts off and kicks his shoes off with them, because it would look kind of ridiculous if he were completely naked and still had his sneakers on, like he was about to go out and run a marathon in the buff. The image isn't really helping him to feel less nervous about this whole thing, like it could easily turn into some mortifying nightmare. He's actually had a nightmare like that before, about showing up to practice naked. It was in the first few weeks of his time as captain and he was a ball of nerves day in and day out, though he tried not to let it show. The last thing he wants is to let that same nervous energy consume him now, not right when they were getting to the good part.

The only way to avoid that is to get Momoshiro naked too, as soon as possible. Kaidoh pulls Momoshiro back towards him, like he's going to cover himself up with Momoshiro's body, which is absurd for a number of reasons, and then his fingers are back at the waistband of Momoshiro's shorts, tugging them down. Momoshiro's own hands close over them, and he takes over, pulling them down and off like he's unwilling to let Kaidoh do all the work, and Kaidoh kind of understands why Momoshiro was staring earlier. Because seeing Momoshiro do that sends tingles all through Kaidoh's body, and his erection twitches. And shit, now there's nothing in the way to hide that, is there?

Kaidoh swallows hard, and the second Momoshiro's shorts are on the ground he smashes his lips against Momoshiro's mouth and tries to pull every inch of Momoshiro's body against him again, trying to bring them back into that zone where anything is possible, before the awkwardness sets in.

They are now at the point of no return. Or, more accurately, they've crossed that line several times already.

What had started out as a hormonally charged event, sloppily trying to do what felt good at the time, has now turned into something so much more. Neither Momoshiro nor Kaidoh can deny that this is something alright, that they are agreeing to do this together. Sure, Momoshiro is as turned on as he's never been before—their hot naked bodies meshed together is both exhilarating, yet completely terrifying—but this is not just done on the fly.

Momoshiro might have been able to trick his mind into letting it think Kaidoh was just someone to mess around with, to get off and feel good, and this could have been anyone else. And it worked; for at least a month he was able to continue this with Kaidoh, thinking that was all there is to it. Just two guys wishing to get off.

But.

He was the one to call Kaidoh to come home, wasn't he? And while at the time, getting naked and shoving each other's mouths against each other wasn't exactly what he had in mind, getting Kaidoh near him was. He just wanted him to be there, and it escalated into … into, well—this. This very moment where their bodies are moving against each other, molding into the other as if they're trying to hide themselves, but they're still doing it, still continuing. Momoshiro could have finished this off by groping Kaidoh through his shorts, and then Kaidoh would do the same to him. There was no need to take off their shorts and underwear, not unless Momoshiro wanted to see Kaidoh naked.

And he does.

It's probably better than watching a hundred porn movies combined. And while his eyes are closed right now, focused on the emotions arousing in him from having their naked bodies touch each other with nothing in the way, he did see it. And he feels it too. The way they're flexing their muscles in this slow rhythm to grind into each other, erections sliding up against each other, and touching their abdomen, it's almost like a dream. Momoshiro feels dizzy, yet at the same time, he's grounded to reality. If Kaidoh stops holding onto him like this, he might think he's really dreaming, or floating through some clouds.

Years ago, Momoshiro had seen Kaidoh naked before. When they were in the same tennis club, and took showers together from time to time. But this was with the rest of the Seigaku team, and it was never under the same pretext; it never meant anything, nor was Momoshiro interested. He might have made the odd joke about Kaidoh's penis size, which got Kaidoh all fired up and they'd be in another fight again. But they were never alone, and never had Momoshiro seen what Kaidoh's penis would look like when it's erect, and letting him see his too. What would you call something like this? Stark naked and yet no shower in sight, kissing and touching in places they've never touched before, and they're letting each other do this. No. They want to do this.

Momoshiro wants Kaidoh, and every inch of his body screams in agreement.

The best part is? Momoshiro thinks Kaidoh wants him too. And while neither have said something like this aloud; actions speak louder than words. So much louder.

Suddenly there's nails scratching down Momoshiro's back, which makes him hiss out a sharp breath, arching up his back at the stinging touch. He growls against Kaidoh's mouth, and lets his own nails trail down the side of Kaidoh's arm, enough to make it hurt. As much as Momoshiro likes this position; sitting up right with Kaidoh against the wall, he wants to have more access to Kaidoh's body, his lips throbbing and aching to kiss everywhere he's allowed to. Like he wants to map out Kaidoh's naked body with his lips—same goes for his hands. He grips Kaidoh's arm, and pushes him to the side so he gets the hint.

Kaidoh merely bites down on his lip in return. Momoshiro is temporarily too much in the moment to continue his motion, and simply lets his emotions catch up to the sensations that are bursting from his mouth, throbbing painful bursts that still feel good. Momoshiro uses all his willpower to pull back, his eyes only half open and his lips cherry red from being bitten. It matches the flush on his face. He takes in deep breaths, staring at Kaidoh, who stares back at him, and it's sending chills down his hot body.

Never would Momoshiro have thought that the sight of a slightly disoriented Kaidoh, with lips and cheeks so red it's almost cute, would make him feel butterflies.

Momoshiro quickly returns for a brief kiss on Kaidoh's soft lips, as if he's saying that he won't leave, before pulling back again. He clears his throat.

"Lie down," says Momoshiro as he looks down at his bed. Embarrassment isn't a factor anymore (well, it is, a little bit), that was thrown out the window along with his boxers.

For a second, Momoshiro thinks Kaidoh won't do it, until he gently pushes at Momoshiro's chest to get him to back off, and he shuffles underneath his body, lying down on his back on the bed. Before Momoshiro can even look at him, to take in the sight of Kaidoh naked and hard, and flushed with red spots all over his body, Kaidoh's got his arms around his neck, and he yanks him down to his level. Their mouths crash against each other as if they're in need for air, or perhaps they're addicted to each other. Momoshiro sure feels like he is.

With Kaidoh now beneath him, Momoshiro makes himself a bit more comfortable, legs between Kaidoh's, and elbows propped up next to his head to prevent him from suffocating Kaidoh with the weight of his body. But of course, the entire reason why Momoshiro wanted Kaidoh to lie down was …

Kaidoh lurches up his hips into Momoshiro's, and Momoshiro can see colour explode in front of his eyes as he groans from the sudden collision of their hard penises. That's exactly why Momoshiro wanted them to be lying down; to have their groins touching and rubbing, and now Momoshiro can touch Kaidoh in a much more comfortable position.

And he wants to touch everywhere.

Using his left hand to rake his fingers through Kaidoh's hair, and trailing it behind his ear before cupping his cheek, his other hand is busy gliding down Kaidoh's neck. He keeps it there as he feels Kaidoh's pulse leaping against his hand. It's going wild, and Momoshiro smiles against Kaidoh's lips. Then he removes his hand, sliding it further down, over his chest, slowly moving over his ribs, until he's at his hipbone. For a little while, he keeps it there, his palm resting on top of it; he's busy concentrating on pushing his tongue inside of Kaidoh's mouth, who eagerly sucks him in with a big welcome. They aren't shy about letting any strange noises out from this hot make-out, especially since Momoshiro is digging his hips into Kaidoh, making circular motions so that both their penises get stimulation, and that's enough to get him panting for breath and letting out small moans. But since Kaidoh is too, it's okay, he shouldn't hold back.

Finally, he starts moving his hand south again, shifting his body a bit to the left so that he can expose Kaidoh's erection, ready for grabs. His fingers trail the inside of his thigh first, and he's focused on any kind of reaction he's getting from Kaidoh, who simply thrusts his tongue against his harder, and more urgent. The hands on his back are keeping him in a strong grip, so he won't be able to leave without some kind of struggle. Not that Momoshiro wants to, he's perfectly fine staying like this.

His fingers move closer to Kaidoh's pelvic area, until he can feel the soft hairs of Kaidoh's pubic hair. Momoshiro himself, had sort of, trimmed his off, though it's embarrassing to admit, because he was sort of hoping something like this would happen again, and he didn't want it to get in the way. But for Kaidoh's it's ok, and Momoshiro's hand cups Kaidoh's warm balls. Immediately Kaidoh pushes his hips into him again, as if he's telling Momoshiro to hurry the hell up. Well, he won't say no to that. He moves his hand up, palm upside down, to slide over the long shaft, until he reaches the head, and rubs his thumb on top of it, and curls his other fingers around the base.

Momoshiro had no idea how hot it could be to touch someone else like this and gain pleasure from it. He's definitely enjoying this squirming Kaidoh beneath him, responding to his touch in ways he couldn't even imagine.

Kaidoh's nails dig into Momoshiro's back and his breath seems caught in his throat. Then it comes back in a rush and Kaidoh pants hard at the side of Momoshiro's mouth. His voice slips out too, a low grumble like he's angry or irritated, but that isn't the case at all. In fact, all his brain seems to be thinking—the only coherent thought he's capable of having—is, That feels amazing, don't stop.

He returns to Momoshiro's lips with renewed intensity, like he's going to suck them off of Momoshiro's face, and he doesn't even wait for Momoshiro to open his mouth before he shoves his tongue inside, like maybe he can breathe the air out of Momoshiro's lungs instead. Since he can't seem to find enough of it on his own. Having Momoshiro's hand stroking its way up and down his penis really isn't helping the oxygen situation though.

Well, breathing is overrated.

Kaidoh's hips jerk up so that his penis slides against Momoshiro's fingers and Momoshiro's hand moves a little faster in response, like he knows just what Kaidoh is angling for. It's hard for Kaidoh to focus on everything at once and for a moment he can't manage to do anything but lie there and be overwhelmed with crazy sensations. His mouth moves from Momoshiro's and simply gapes open for air, and his fingers still at Momoshiro's back, just gripping like without him to hold onto, Kaidoh will fall away.

He knows logically that there's nowhere to fall, that he's already lying down, but he feels like he's fighting against himself for control, the desire to draw this out overpowering the impulse to just give in to the feelings pulsing through him. It's a losing battle though, every movement of Momoshiro's stupid fingers—why are they suddenly made of magic?—bringing him closer and closer … Well, if he's going down, he's taking Momoshiro with him.

One hand leaves Momoshiro's back and slides down his torso, nudging between their bodies until he reaches Momoshiro's penis and takes the hard length in his hand, wasting no time wrapping his fingers around it, like it doesn't faze him in the slightest, like it's familiar territory for him. It's an absurd thought, but also kind of the truth. He feels slightly steadied now that he's doing this too, now that they're back on a level playing field. He feels like some of his control has returned to him, and he leans until his mouth reaches the side of Momoshiro's neck and huffs out air. At the same time, he draws his fingers up Momoshiro's penis up to the head which he feels is wet and warm with pre-cum. Then, as they curl and slide back down again, falling into rhythm with Momoshiro's own strokes, Kaidoh presses his mouth against Momoshiro's skin and sucks at it, hard.

And with it, he almost sucks out all the strength from Momoshiro. "Ahh … shit," he breathes out, almost collapsing on top of Kaidoh.

Momoshiro's arm is shaking from holding himself up, and now his neck is being attacked by Kaidoh, who is relentless and won't let go. That, coupled with the stroking that's making him breathe faster, it's like a big whirlpool of emotions right now. Momoshiro can hardly string together a thought that doesn't consist of a bunch of swear words he wants to curse out loud. He leans his head against Kaidoh's shoulder, eyes shut tight, and mouth open as he tries to suck in as much air as possible. His hand is busy rubbing Kaidoh's warm skin up and down, sometimes he even feels it throb against his fingers, which is really rather hypnotizing.

But Kaidoh is matching him, pulling at him as if this is a competition again. Momoshiro doesn't care, he just wants to do it, wants to stay like this and jerk each other off, and maybe glue Kaidoh's lips onto his neck permanently. Yeah, he'd like that.

Momoshiro pretty much likes everything about Kaidoh right now.

The sound of skin being stroked rings through Momoshiro's ears, filled with each of them taking in breaths. Kaidoh finally lets go of Momoshiro's neck, and relief washes over him; any longer and he wouldn't have been able to stand it, and just let everything go. But he can't do that yet, there's this desire to stretch it out in Momoshiro's mind, to hold on for as long as possible. He doesn't want it to end just yet, even though it would be so easy to, all it would take is for Kaidoh to keep doing what he's doing, and for Momoshiro to surrender to it, let everything go, and then he's sure he's be staining Kaidoh's stomach.

Which is a rather strange image that isn't as appalling as Momoshiro would like to believe. Actually, it is really sort of hot. He presses his lips against Kaidoh's collarbone and sucks the hot skin right there. All thoughts he has about Kaidoh are kind of hot right now.

Why aren't they doing this every day? Fuck, why hadn't they started doing this way back in middle school?

Momoshiro can feel Kaidoh's fingers tighten around him, and he immediately tightens his too; he has to match him, after all. They stroke in sync, but their breathing is off, it's unpredictable and almost dangerous. There isn't enough air in this room to make Momoshiro think straight. All he wants right now is Kaidoh, Kaidoh here with him, moving in spastic and unpredictable motions, trying to make each other feel good.

And it's hard to tell if Momoshiro is doing this because he wants Kaidoh to feel good, or because he wants to feel good. Well. There's nothing wrong with a bit of both.

Finally, Momoshiro dips his head lower, doing what he's wanted to do ever since Kaidoh lied down. He pushes his tongue out of his mouth and leaves a wet trail on Kaidoh's skin, over his chest. Momoshiro stops moving, and kisses it a few times; the skin feels sweaty and hot, and it's making him feel out of breath again. He can feel Kaidoh writhe against his body, responding to his touches, and trying to jerk him off even faster. For a moment, Momoshiro matches Kaidoh's pace, and does nothing but focus on the feeling of his penis being stroked by somebody else's hand. And that somebody is Kaidoh. Like a dirty fantasy come true, and it really is.

Then, after a moment of hesitation, Momoshiro softly licks Kaidoh's nipple in an experimental way; it's kind of spongy-like. Kaidoh hisses and scratches his back; Momoshiro moans in response, then decides to wrap his lips around the small pink bud. His tongue swirls around it, and he sucks at it lightly, before releasing it, and then simply gasping for breath right next to it, temporarily distracted by his penis sending hot throbs throughout his entire body. Ahh, it's getting really hard to focus on doing anything else.

He moves his head a bit more to the center of Kaidoh's chest, before planting his lips on there too, feeling Kaidoh's erratic heartbeat thrum against his lips. He spreads his lips, until he bares his teeth, which he then softly presses into Kaidoh's skin. As he puts more force into the small bite, his fingers enclose around Kaidoh's penis, until his entire hand is stroking it up and down, touching the head and coming back down to the base.

Momoshiro has no idea why he's into this, why he feels like biting Kaidoh's skin, and feel it between his teeth. But it's giving him a kick, and helps him keep steady and grounded; he'd be flailing around moaning god knows what if he didn't.

Kaidoh's neck arches back, his eyes squeezed shut and his breathing sharp, and it's all he can do to remember to keep moving his hand. Each thing Momoshiro does only makes it more difficult for Kaidoh to keep a grip on what is happening, on reality. He's so caught up in the moment that he feels like it's not even a real moment anymore. It's too good to be real.

But it is, and that's sending a crazy spiraling rush through him. It's not just the sensation of Momoshiro's fingers moving over Kaidoh's penis, or his lips and tongue and teeth at Kaidoh's chest. No, there's something deeper thrumming within Kaidoh through all of this, a warm and exciting feeling just underneath his skin, like he's got fireworks shooting off inside of him from the simple knowledge that Momoshiro is here doing this with him, that he wants to just as much.

Everything else Momoshiro is doing is much less simple though. It's overwhelming, and it's getting kind of dangerous to keep going like this. His hand feels too good, his mouth feels too good, everything is getting to be a little too much and Kaidoh almost wants to just pause until he's able to refill his lungs with oxygen. And maybe think a little more clearly. But he doesn't take breaks, not when he's running and he's certainly not going to now. If they stopped, Kaidoh isn't sure they'd be able to ever start again, and Kaidoh isn't going to chance it.

His hand at Momoshiro's back slips around his shoulder to his neck and then to his jaw where Kaidoh's fingers drag Momoshiro's face back up to him again so he can kiss him on the lips, although with the shared movement of their hands sending them both into a frenzy, it ends up being less of a kiss this time and more just them breathing raggedly against each other's mouths, swiping over them when they're able. Like actual kissing suddenly requires too much concentration.

Momoshiro rests his forehead against Kaidoh's and Kaidoh can feel Momoshiro's hair damp and sweaty against his skin. His eyes flick open and a moment later Momoshiro's do too, like he can feel Kaidoh watching him. The look in Momoshiro's eyes mirrors the heat coursing through Kaidoh's veins, and it makes Kaidoh feel kind of hazy and intoxicated. It also makes his penis seem to throb even harder than before, but that might just be because everything seems to be escalating and accelerating the longer they keep at it. And Kaidoh's pretty sure he's nearing the breaking point.

His hand curls behind Momoshiro's head, against his neck, and pulls Momoshiro against him, smacking his mouth against Momoshiro's and this time managing to keep it there, at least for now, firm and solid.

They try to stick together long enough to kiss, to enjoy it, but unless Momoshiro wants to pass out, he needs to stop and breathe through his mouth. His nose isn't helping, and as much as he loves kissing Kaidoh, he loves being in this moment more, and would never chance passing out. They break away from each other, panting harshly in each other's faces, eyes screwed shut, and hands desperately jerking around. Momoshiro feels a violent shudder rumble through him like a storm, and he's so lightheaded, feels so good, he almost collapses on Kaidoh yet again.

His left arm is tired from holding himself up, so he won't suffocate Kaidoh—but it's getting harder and harder to keep himself up, to leave enough space between them so they can perform their magic. But breaking contact right now, removing his hand from Kaidoh's hard penis, seems like a death sentence; he doesn't want to. Momoshiro wants to keep going.

And this time, it doesn't really take much for Momoshiro to almost fall over the edge himself. Maybe it's because it's been a couple of weeks since they last did this. Maybe it's because he hasn't masturbated yet today, or maybe it's simply because Kaidoh makes him really fucking horny. And he's got to admit, nothing makes him feel more good than seeing Kaidoh like this too.

Momoshiro keeps pumping the skin over Kaidoh's glans, and then he tries to press their lips together again, before pulling away after another second. It's becoming almost impossible to kiss. He opens up his eyes, which feel like a heavy chore, and he looks down at Kaidoh beneath him.

Momoshiro briefly bites his own lip, feeling his heart thump faster, and a blush spread across his face.

Yeah, seeing Kaidoh like this—red lips parted for air, sweaty and hot skin, groaning and moving, and his own eyes staring right back at Momoshiro—is probably the best thing about what they're doing right now. Or maybe it's not, as Momoshiro likes kissing too, and he really likes Kaidoh's hand tightening around him and rubbing him in violent and jerky strokes. There's lots of things to like, lots of things that makes him feel good—and they are all caused by Kaidoh. So yeah, maybe the best thing about this is Kaidoh. And Momoshiro is fine with that. More than fine with it.

And just like that, this new feeling washes over Momoshiro. As if there's a weight lifted off of his shoulders, and suddenly he's gained new strength, his arm no longer feeling tired (nor the other one), and for some reason, there's this unexplainable happiness welling up inside of him.

Combine that with Kaidoh's insistent stroking, this is enough.

Momoshiro groans, and pushes his hips against Kaidoh's hand to make his penis slide through his fingers. He's got half the mind to hold himself back, knowing what a mess he'll create right on top of Kaidoh if he just lets go.

"I … hmm." Momoshiro tries to prevent himself from losing his last shred of control, and to focus on moving his mouth, to warn Kaidoh that he's ... well … yeah. "Gonna," he chokes out, not feeling very articulate at the moment. He moans this time, in a much smaller voice, indicating he's holding himself back so Kaidoh can, like, decide to move. Or something. Preferably now.

The urgency in Momoshiro's voice makes Kaidoh stall for a moment and he just stares up at him and hell, Momoshiro didn't even really need to say anything—his face says it all.

It should be disgusting. Kaidoh should be grossed out, especially at the idea of just letting Momoshiro make a sticky mess all over the place. But Kaidoh isn't really thinking clearly himself—he's caught up in everything too. How he's still managing to hang on, he has no idea. And Momoshiro is there above him, pushed to the brink and face all twisted up in pleasure that he seems to be trying—and failing—desperately to reel in, and he is like that because of Kaidoh. Kaidoh did this to him. Kaidoh's still doing this to him, and that fact makes Kaidoh's heart pound in a way it only does for Momoshiro. There's nothing gross about that.

So Kaidoh does move, but it isn't away from Momoshiro. Instead he digs his fingers into the back of Momoshiro's neck and growls at him, like he's telling him to let go and get it over with then, that he can take it, that he isn't going anywhere. He stares back at Momoshiro, challenge in his eyes, and starts to stroke his penis again, the rhythm fast and encouraging.

Momoshiro's mind is not going to argue over this, and his body is vehemently protesting against moving at all, so he stays put.

Not that he wanted to move in the first place. But you know, just in case Kaidoh didn't want to end up being all …

Even though that's kind of hot right now, in his mind.

Momoshiro tries to stare right back at Kaidoh, but his eyelids squeeze shut on reflex—probably because a drop of sweat rolled right into it—and now he just focuses on the friction of Kaidoh's hand. Fingers that aren't his own graze over the skin, up and down, in a motion he's never made himself, and drawing out feelings he's never felt before, urges he's never known about. Kaidoh is making him discover new things about himself by the second. Or maybe he's just the one causing it all. Whatever it is, Momoshiro is completely hooked on it, riding on it like a wave, and it feels like a wave is building up inside of him.

And just like that, quite lamely actually, Kaidoh tugs at him in such a way, that Momoshiro couldn't hold back even if he tried. He shudders and groans, digging his hips into Kaidoh's; it's a sweaty and sticky mess down there. His orgasm that pushes through him, leaves him dazed and without any strength to keep him up, or keep his own hand going. So for a short few seconds, Momoshiro leans down on top of Kaidoh, and feels his penis emptying out everything it's been holding back. He can feel the warm liquid trapped between them, stuck between their skin, and at the moment, Momoshiro is too far off into pleasureland to give a shit. Though he is sort of disappointed, briefly, that he didn't last that long. He should really masturbate every time before he goes to see Kaidoh, just so he can outlast the snake. In case they do this again.

And they really should. They should do this all the time.

Momoshiro breathes in, shivering as he does, and he pulls away a bit; little white strings form between their bellies, which break off as he pulls away far enough. Kaidoh finally stops stroking him—which had become slow and gentle at that point—and looks up at him. There's this entire glow around Kaidoh that makes Momoshiro smile, feeling almost smug, then he leans down and quickly captures Kaidoh's lips to kiss him. His hand which was still wrapped around Kaidoh's throbbing hard penis, starts up again, going in a faster rhythm. Now that Momoshiro's mind is getting a bit more clear, and his strength is returning, he can focus more on what he's doing to Kaidoh, and he does a lot.

From pulling at Kaidoh's penis, to pushing his lips to his mouth, and forming his body into Kaidoh's, Momoshiro doesn't stay still this time. All he's thinking about is Kaidoh, and how he should finish him off too, not as a repayment for his orgasm a moment ago, but because he wants to. It is a sudden and strange thought in his mind, but it's something he feels very much in his body that he wants Kaidoh. In every way possible. He leaves Kaidoh's lips, and opts to nip at the side of his neck, a spot that has become one of Momoshiro's favourites to kiss, and bite. He teases the skin with his teeth, feeling Kaidoh arch up against him in response, and releases it, before finding another spot to bite. And another—he's mapping out Kaidoh's neck with his teeth.

Meanwhile, Momoshiro's fingers have memorized the way the skin on Kaidoh's penis feels, the way it moves up and down, and the twitches that occur every once in a while. He strokes faster, urgently, while leaving more kisses and slight bitemarks on Kaidoh's neck.

Kaidoh's breathing speeds up too, and his heart feels like it's thumping a mile a minute, like it's leaping in his throat and threatening to jump right out of his mouth each time it opens up to take in air. His fingers fan out over Momoshiro's shoulder blade and his nails dig into his skin, desperate and clumsy, like Momoshiro is the only thing he trusts in this moment and he has no choice but to hold on. He no longer really trusts himself, not with the way he feels so overwhelmed and totally unlike himself, like his last shred of rational thought is currently hanging by a thread, fraying away bit by bit, about to snap entirely.

He whines against the side of Momoshiro's neck, and knows how it must sound, needy and impatient, like he's totally at Momoshiro's will. At any other time, Kaidoh would be beyond ashamed to be making noises like this, to allow himself to sound so out of control, to be so out of control, but Kaidoh has other concerns right now. And the feeling of Momoshiro's fingers around his penis is so phenomenal that it would be impossible for Kaidoh to remain silent and not react. Not with the way Momoshiro keeps touching him. It's all he can do to keep his hips from jerking off the bed with each stroke Momoshiro's hand makes, to keep his voice from ripping out of his throat in a moan each time Momoshiro's thumb grazes across the slit at the tip.

Everything Momoshiro is doing is sending Kaidoh reeling. He can feel a fizzling feeling building up inside of him, like his whole body is pressurized. He isn't sure why he's even bothering to try and hold it in.

He leans the side of his head against Momoshiro's, like it's a pillar for support and pants hard, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he feels Momoshiro's mouth leave another bite on his neck. His whole body reacts with a tremble and that only seems to encourage Momoshiro to do it again. Everything Kaidoh does seems to urge Momoshiro on, as though Momoshiro actually likes feeling Kaidoh's reactions, like he enjoys what he's doing to him. It makes something flutter in Kaidoh's chest and he lets out a hiss against Momoshiro's ear, which in turn makes Momoshiro stroke faster, and bite his neck again, harder this time, the teeth grazing dangerously over his sensitive skin. Kaidoh wonders what else he can make Momoshiro do to him, although he doubts he's making Momoshiro do anything at all. Momoshiro seems to want to do this all on his own.

Well, Kaidoh's not about to stop him.

But if Momoshiro keeps going like this, Kaidoh's not going to be able to hold on for much longer. Momoshiro seems to realize that too—maybe he can feel the way Kaidoh's pulse is sprinting through his body at the pace of an olympic athlete, maybe he can hear the way Kaidoh's breath keeps hitching, maybe he can tell by the way he keeps managing to draw Kaidoh's voice out of him—sounding strained and foreign—with everything his hands and mouth do, like he has Kaidoh completely under his control … and he kind of does. Everything Kaidoh is feeling right now is because of Momoshiro.

So Kaidoh just lets himself go with it, lets himself get overwhelmed by all the sensations Momoshiro is causing. And those feelings, all of them, are a lot. Are too much. Are enough to push him over the edge. His face scrunches up as he sucks in a sharp, short breath, and his fingernails scratch into Momoshiro's back a little harder this time, but that's all the warning Momoshiro gets before Kaidoh's whole body shudders and his penis pulses in Momoshiro's hand, pumping out his orgasm.

Then every part of him seems to go slack, his fingers unclenching, his breath hissing out of him, his face softening and his whole body relaxing. It's like all that pressure that was building inside of him before has now rushed out of him, and he just feels tingles and sparks everywhere in its absence, like his body has undergone a power surge and it's left him completely fried. In a good way.

Yeah. A really good way.

It's also a kind of damp and sticky—not to mention, very naked—way, but at the moment, Kaidoh doesn't even care about that. He sighs and breathes and pants as Momoshiro's strokes slow, and then finally stop. And for a moment, everything in the hut seems to stop with them. A few moments pass, and Kaidoh's pulse isn't going quite as wild anymore, and it's no longer quite as much of a struggle to find enough air in the room, and Kaidoh's even starting to think clearly again, but he still doesn't care enough to feel embarrassed. In fact, there's only one thing he cares about at the moment, only one thing that even seems to register in his mind, and that's the fact that Momoshiro is still here with him and Kaidoh thinks he'd kind of like it if he stayed that way.

He feels so comfortable and relaxed that he finds himself getting uncharacteristically affectionate, in a way that is probably only really excusable right now, in this hazy afterglow of good feelings. He wouldn't normally be like this—letting his hand slide from Momoshiro's back to his face where his thumb can lightly stroke at his cheek, or pressing his mouth gently against the side of Momoshiro's neck, lips humming against the soft skin there—no, it would normally take all his courage just to think about doing anything like this. But right now, it's okay. Right now, it seems to come easily. Everything today has seemed easy. Like Kaidoh's been worrying all this time for nothing. Maybe he has. Maybe it really can always be this simple.

Momoshiro has his eyes closed, mouth pressed against the side of Kaidoh's neck, and breathing slowly, calmly, simply focusing on Kaidoh's own breathing, and lips as well.

The strange thing is, Momoshiro vaguely notes, is that usually, after Momoshiro is finished jerking himself off, he's immediately soft and turned off. The horny mood he'd been in disappears entirely. But with Kaidoh … it didn't. He orgasmed way too fast, but that didn't deter him in keeping up with the mood, and to be incredibly turned on still by all the noises and movements Kaidoh was making. Despite his penis being soft, Momoshiro was still mentally turned on, so to speak.

And now that Kaidoh was the one to spurt sperm between them, Momoshiro felt himself relax with him, as if now it was officially over. As if Momoshiro's mood was tied to Kaidoh's, and yeah, maybe it is. He's not alone in this, after all.

Momoshiro kisses Kaidoh's neck once more, he doesn't think he'd ever get enough of that, and smiles slightly, lips curling up against the pulse point. When Kaidoh kisses him back, right on a sensitive spot, he feels himself shiver; now that's something he won't ever say no to.

One thing that does jump out to him, as their minds are getting clearer like this hazy fog has been lifted, is that they're very sticky. It's a bit uncomfortable, and Momoshiro's left arm is also tired of keeping himself propped up. Right now, all he wants to do is lie down, and bask in the afterglow of their … whatever this is. So Momoshiro finally pulls away from Kaidoh, his left hand digging into the fabric right next to Kaidoh's head. His other hand slips away from Kaidoh's penis, which had now become soft as well, but nonetheless sticky and covered in sperm. He sits up straight, a little bit, slowly as if not to freak Kaidoh out that he's leaving. He's not, he's just cleaning things up.

The bandana that had been spread across Momoshiro's pillow is now clutched in his hand, and he surveys the 'damage' they had both done to themselves.

Now that he's leaning back, Momoshiro has a much better view of Kaidoh, and can see that random spots on his skin are bright red, especially his face, from the neck up actually. It's as if someone slapped him hard, but Momoshiro knows that's not the case. He gulps and wonders what he looks like too; also as flushed as Kaidoh? Then again, it is really sort of hot … and a bit gross, what with the random spots of white covered on his chest, and on Momoshiro as well.

He quickly wipes the cloth over Kaidoh's chest to collect all of that stickiness. It doesn't really occur to him what he's using to wipe it all up—Kaidoh would kill him if he was more focused right now—so Momoshiro finishes it all up within several long seconds. It's kind of become his job right now; cleaning them up after they finish. Which is fine, because as long as he can still continue to sit with Kaidoh, not feeling a bit gross and uncomfortable, then he'll do it. Not that it's something he hates doing, he likes having an excuse to run his hand over Kaidoh's skin.

Momoshiro flings the bandana away—Kaidoh still hasn't seen it, and neither is Momoshiro particularly concerned about it. He leans back down, both hands now at Kaidoh's head, and he stares at him for a little bit, Kaidoh's eyes glancing back up at him too. They both freeze in this small moment, simply looking, and breathing slowly. It still doesn't feel weird, not to Momoshiro, he's still riding the after effects of that awesome orgasm, and anything he does with Kaidoh right now gives him fluttery feelings.

And perhaps, Kaidoh feels that as well. He's certainly not breaking eye contact or moving away.

Momoshiro closes the last few inches between them, and kisses him on the lips. Kaidoh immediately presses his lips back, as if he wants it just as much as Momoshiro, which makes Momoshiro feel even better. He pulls back and blinks up at Kaidoh. It's like he's looking through the world with rose coloured glasses. Then he runs one hand up to Kaidoh's shoulder, gripping it tightly, before he throws himself off of Kaidoh to the side, and pulls him with him, so that they're both now lying on their sides, right next to each other, and legs still entangled. He moves his hand away from Kaidoh's shoulder, down his arm, and resting it on his waist.

It's not as strange anymore, not unlike the last few times; Momoshiro is having less and less annoying thoughts of doubts and fear in his mind. Right now, he's simply feeling relaxed and happy, and very satisfied lying here with Kaidoh, naked, pressed up against each other. Momoshiro looks at Kaidoh, whose face is right next to him, and he's looking at him too. Their gaze feels so intense, and so intimate, Momoshiro never thought feeling like this was possible.

Nor did he ever thought it was possible to lay naked with Kaidoh on his bed, smiling at him.

But there he is, doing it anyway.

It's kind of an absurd image, yet Momoshiro feels it's the opposite of that. He chuckles slightly, feeling rather amused all of the sudden. He props his head up on Kaidoh's arm, shifting closer to his face, a smile still playing on his lips—he can't help feeling happy—then gives Kaidoh a small tiny kiss, before wrapping his other arm around his entire waist and snuggling closer. He buries his face into Kaidoh's chest with a satisfied sigh. The sound of Kaidoh's slow heartbeat pounding in his ears is soothing. If they could just lay here like this for several hours, that'd be great.

Kaidoh feels his whole body relax against Momoshiro. It feels natural, though Kaidoh can't really fathom why, since they've never done this before. They've never gone this far. But instead of feeling terrified, Kaidoh feels light and capable of anything. He may be scared of many things—although he'll never willingly admit it to anyone out loud—but Momoshiro isn't one of them. This isn't one of them. Kaidoh brings his hand up and covers his palm over Momoshiro's forearm before running his fingers along the length of his arm until they reach his shoulder. His fingers travel upward until they tangle in Momoshiro's dark, sweaty hair, holding Momoshiro's head close against his chest, like he's trying to mold their bodies together until they're inseparable.

Maybe he isn't thinking clearly, but it doesn't feel that way. Right now, with the distraction of physical needs and urges dealt with, Kaidoh can see and feel with what seems like perfect clarity. He knows what he wants, and it's right here against him. He isn't scared to want it. He isn't scared to let his hands wander, or let his head fall forward so his mouth can press a soft kiss over the top of Momoshiro's head. This isn't how Kaidoh's ever acted before, and that's something that caught Kaidoh off-guard in the past, when this started, this strange and unfamiliar instinct to be close to Momoshiro, to touch him and kiss him and hold him like they belong close together. But maybe it's how Kaidoh should act. There's no reason he can't. There's nothing holding him back.

For a while, he was holding himself back, but not anymore. He's not going to get in his own way if it means missing out on any of this.

He thinks, a bit regretfully, that if he'd only been a little braver, a little more open, he and Momoshiro could have been like this a long time ago. They wouldn't have had to wait so long.

But they're together now, and that counts for more than anything else could. And this time, Kaidoh's not going to be a coward. He's not going to let Momoshiro slip away from him. And he hopes that maybe, just maybe, Momoshiro feels just as strongly. It's not a question he can just ask. Their connection during times like these still feels firmly nonverbal. To give it a name might mean to break it entirely, and Kaidoh doesn't want to take that chance. He's never been very good at expressing his feelings when it comes to Momoshiro anyway. They're just this weird and confusing amorphous mass in his mind, taking up more of his conscious thought than nearly anything else—yes, even running. But he's always been too scared and freaked out by how strong the feelings seem to be to try and define them, or work them out.

Denial worked for a while. Deflecting and distracting and keeping himself occupied with sports and school. But that only lasted so long, only went so far, and being in close proximity with Momoshiro is like drilling holes through Kaidoh's carefully constructed armor, tearing down the walls he's painstakingly built up. Like Kaidoh is holed up in a castle under siege and Momoshiro is just barreling in, totally oblivious, and yet also totally persistent, refusing to be turned away. And Kaidoh isn't turning away from him now either. No, he's looking right at Momoshiro, and he feels a bit like he's staring directly into the sun, even though the inside of the hut isn't bright at all. But Momoshiro is. Momoshiro is brighter than anything, demanding Kaidoh's attention even when he has his head down against Kaidoh's chest and isn't even looking at him.

Even when Kaidoh tries to ignore Momoshiro, he can't help but pay attention to him, to want to be near him. Kaidoh wonders how obvious it is. How much Momoshiro really knows about all that Kaidoh is feeling. All that this means for him. That it's not just a … a … whatever. To Kaidoh, it's something. He doesn't know what to call it, but he knows that it's important.

He lets his hand drop from Momoshiro's head and starts stroking his fingers against the back of Momoshiro's neck. He hears Momoshiro murmur, a low, contented noise against his chest, and Kaidoh unconsciously shifts, moving closer, sliding his legs in between Momoshiro's and dropping his forehead so that it falls against Momoshiro's hair. He nuzzles his face against the top of Momoshiro's head, unable to shake the good feelings slipping through him. The heat that was pulsing beneath his skin just moments ago may have been turned down and they're no longer breathing raggedly or swiping their mouths urgently against each other, but Kaidoh still feels a lingering warmth. It's not going away.

Kaidoh hopes it never does.

He sighs into Momoshiro's hair, and feels Momoshiro sigh in reply, like their breaths are having a conversation in place of the one Kaidoh can't seem to have. Momoshiro has to know though, right? Kaidoh thinks he probably knows him better than anyone, and Kaidoh can feel in his cheeks every time he's with Momoshiro that it must be written all over his face. His stupid, inescapable feelings. That should embarrass Kaidoh, and it does a little, but there's nothing he can do about it, and he's too far gone to try.

Their shared and slow heart beats resonate with each other, making Momoshiro feel calm and completely relaxed lying with Kaidoh. And that feeling doesn't seem to go away, instead it's like it's wedging itself underneath his skin and staying put—even growing bigger. Kaidoh's hand is filling him up with this light and warm feeling, pressing it into the back of his head.

Perhaps this is something Momoshiro could have done a long time ago, instead of discovering it years and years later. He won't deny his unhealthy attachment to this running freak, and that started way back in middle school. Back then everything seemed so black and white, Kaidoh was his rival, as well as the same age as him. He was the only one that was on the same level as him, and that's pretty much how Momoshiro saw him as. Regardless, not counting Echizen who moved away after a year, out of everyone in school, Momoshiro was actually closest to Kaidoh.

Which is really strange, because they were still rivals. Calling each other 'friends' would be ridiculous and simply not true; Momoshiro would deny any accusation made regarding them being friends. Because they weren't.

At least that's what Momoshiro thought. He was only fourteen years old back then, and had a very naive mindset—and loved teasing Kaidoh.

But if they were only rivals, after they separated from each other to go to different high schools, that should have been the end of their weird rivalry together. It should have been the end of their contact, but Momoshiro happily continued to bug the hell out of Kaidoh by sending him incessant text messages, or calling him when he was out running (it's not his fault he was always in the middle of running when he called, Kaidoh will forever be a running freak). Momoshiro just liked seeing Kaidoh's reactions to his teasing.

That was his excuse anyway.

Momoshiro has got no excuse being snuggled up to the same man five years later.

Does he really need any? His brain seems to be demanding for him to figure out why he's doing this, why he likes this, and why he wants it to happen again, but Momoshiro feels uneasy giving it any real thought. That would mean having to think about Kaidoh for real, and what this is, what they're doing, and that's scary, as if it could change if he started analyzing it. He was never good at analyzing anyway, he's always been one to play on instinct, and his instinct is telling him to stay put, and enjoy what he's got.

And he's got Kaidoh pressed up against him. Naked, that too. Which is starting to become a little bit embarrassing the longer they stay like this. What if someone walks in?

Oh dear god—what if Hazue walks in?

The thought of anyone catching the both of them naked on a bed makes Momoshiro turn cold. He presses his face harder against Kaidoh's chest, as if he can hide himself in it, pretend that no one can see him like this. It simply makes Kaidoh hold him tighter too, which feels nice, and the thought of his brother walking in on them is temporarily forgotten.

They really need a door.

Instead, Momoshiro moves one of his legs and reaches for his blanket which is piled up at the end of the bed, being kicked away from all their scuffling together. He stretches out his toes to catch the fabric, and pulls it up enough so he can reach it with his hand. In a flash, he's got the blanket thrown over them, stopping at their waists. At least if someone walked in now, they can just pretend Momoshiro was having a case of pneumonia, and he needed instant warmth. Kaidoh's warmth. Not naked.

Momoshiro snorts at himself. This is stupid. He should just enjoy this while he can.

Yes … enjoy this closeness with Kaidoh. Kaidoh seems to be enjoying it too, and that's the only reason why they're still like this, silent and still, neither moving away, because they both like it. At least, that's what Momoshiro thinks, he can't read minds, and he certainly cannot read Kaidoh's. He's always thought they were rivals anyway, it was Kaidoh who had this secret crush on him.

Suddenly, this tiny seed is planted in Momoshiro's mind, as if it's reminding him of something that he deliberately choose to forget.

Right … he did sort of try to figure out if Kaidoh liked him, still. Which was a while ago. And then this happened and he'd pushed the thought to the back of his mind. But now he's thinking about it again, and it's making his heart start to race, and he can feel himself shiver against Kaidoh.

No, he shouldn't think about this. Analyzing this simply means ruining what they have. And Momoshiro likes what they have right now, he doesn't want to do anything to screw that up. He certainly doesn't want to mess up his chances of it happening again. So he tries his hardest to stop thinking about it, and instead kiss Kaidoh's chest. It makes something tingle in his lips, and even in his stomach.

Momoshiro leaves another kiss, a bit higher, and another, until he's moving towards Kaidoh's face, like it's some kind of trophy to get and he's racing towards the finish line. He can feel Kaidoh move his head to make way for Momoshiro, and now they're at the same level again, foreheads bumped together, feeling sticky and damp. Momoshiro doesn't even need to open up his eyes to know where Kaidoh's lips are, it's as if he knows it by instinct, so he leans closer, licks his lips, and kisses him. Immediately his entire body becomes warm, and that blanket around them really seems unnecessary and redundant.

He could never get pneumonia as long as he's with Kaidoh.

It feels better when they're kissing, when they keep moving. Kaidoh doesn't have time to get wrapped up in his own thoughts when he has to focus on how Momoshiro's mouth feels moving against his own.

Because the longer they lie here together, the more thoughts he has, and they're starting to get tangled up with a familiar edge of nervousness.

He can't just continue to lie here, in Momoshiro's bed, with Momoshiro wrapped around him and both of them naked and kissing, because it's starting to sink in just how strange this is for them, just how serious and intimate, like they're taking some step together by doing this—towards what, Kaidoh isn't exactly sure. Everything he does with Momoshiro is completely new, he has no precedent, no predicted course or result. He doesn't know where this is going, just knows that he is growing increasingly certain of how strongly he feels about it all. Of how he feels about Momoshiro. But just feeling isn't enough to make all of the pieces fall into place, and Kaidoh is scared by how sudden this is, by how different things are between them. He likes customs and routines and this is anything but. And it feels both right and wrong—amazing, but also confusing. Kaidoh doesn't know how to make sense of this and what it might mean. Does Momoshiro ... Could Momoshiro ... like him too?

Kaidoh feels himself shiver and something clenches up in his chest. It happens every time his mind opens itself to the possibility. But then somehow that buoyant, hopeful shiver in his chest mingles with a weird feeling of dread and suddenly Kaidoh wants an excuse, an exit, an escape. It's simply his instinct: when confronted with anything confusing, it's his automatic reaction—he wants to run.

But if he moves, if he leaves, what if that's just the end of it? What if it doesn't happen again?

His fingers curl stubbornly around the back of Momoshiro's neck, as if they're protesting, telling Kaidoh that they're not going anywhere, that he shouldn't be thinking of leaving something that feels this good. Maybe Kaidoh's problem is that he's thinking about this too much. Maybe his problem is that he's thinking about this at all.

He presses his lips more firmly against Momoshiro's like he's trying to re-forge that electric connection between them that zaps away all unwanted thoughts and worries. Just go with it, don't think about what it means. At least, that's what Kaidoh tries to do. It's harder to pretend there's nothing happening between them when all that nothing keeps piling up until it feels a lot more like something instead.

On Momoshiro's side, he's already tried to convince himself to not think about it. Think about why they're doing this, why they're still doing this, and why they're both naked and kissing in Momoshiro's bed. They're scary questions, and Momoshiro is scared of the answer, so he really tries hard not to think. Instead he focuses on the feel and warmth of Kaidoh's lips, which are a real presence, and he's pressing them against Momoshiro's in a firm and resolute way.

What Momoshiro once called stupid fish lips—because they're so big and plump, and girly too—is now something Momoshiro knows without a doubt he really likes. Or maybe even craves. As long as those big lips are sucking on his own, there's almost no room for thought, and that's how Momoshiro likes it. No thinking, but instead going with the flow.

To get his insistent mind to stop bugging him, Momoshiro tries to visualize Kaidoh's lips in his mind instead. All the unique stripes and dents in his lips; he wants to memorize it all. The feel of it, the warmth that exudes from it, feeling moist and in a strange way, also safe. Actually, he doesn't even need to try, even when he's trying to sleep at night, Momoshiro can recall the sensations he felt, and the way Kaidoh's lips move and press against his own, and all the unique features—he can recall them with perfectly clarity; they're burned into his mind. Yeah, he doesn't need to try, Kaidoh's already dug himself a nice spot in Momoshiro's mind.

And Momoshiro memorized Kaidoh's skin too, even though whenever he gets the opportunity to touch it, it still feels like he's exploring this unknown territory, yet at the same time it feels familiar.

It's strange the way it ended up like this. Momoshiro knows, for a fact, that he and Kaidoh are the most physical together out of everyone he knows. And he doesn't mean this …this kissing and touching, and all other kinds of things, but he means in an aggressive kind of way. They used to fight so much, and well, they still do—though that's becoming like a routine for them, and less like actual fighting. But everything they did was either to hurt or annoy, it was never to … feel good.

Momoshiro never knew that touching Kaidoh gently, instead of punching his face, could result in all of these good and pleasurable feelings. He used to think punching Kaidoh in the gut felt pleasurable to him, but it's nothing like this, not at all. They're worlds apart; one was done out of spite, and this … Momoshiro isn't sure why he's doing this.

All he knows that it feels good, and he wants this to continue, and he thinks Kaidoh wants it too. That's all that really matters. He doesn't need to think about this, not when they're both on the same page, at least mentally, and they're still doing this.

Momoshiro does eventually part away from Kaidoh's lips. He feels exhausted—not from the kiss, but from this entire build-up. From getting Kaidoh to come back to their hut, to lying on his lap, to kissing … to jerking off … and now this. It's like he went on a road trip and brought Kaidoh along, discovering all these new things together. Momoshiro's almost forgot the reason why Kaidoh is even here with him. Then he remembers; the worm infested mango.

Then he laughs, and it's sudden and loud, ricocheting off the walls and filling up the silence between them. Momoshiro grins at Kaidoh's face, which is still right in front of him. He takes in a deep breath to steady himself, and he can feel Kaidoh tense up under his touch.

"I think we can be sure my stomach killed off those worms by now," says Momoshiro. After all, that was quite a workout.

Kaidoh grimaces and glances away, because it's weird for Momoshiro to be able to smile and talk and laugh so casually while they're both still lying here without any clothes on. Kaidoh wishes he could be just as natural, but instead he's all tense and when he replies his voice croaks out of him like it's rusty and it takes a few syllables for it to warm up and return to normal.

"Yeah," he says. "It better have, because otherwise that would be disgusting." There's an edge in his voice like he's suddenly wary, but he shouldn't be, and doesn't want to be either. He looks back up at Momoshiro and finds reassurance there, like this is okay, like he doesn't have to be scared into silence just because things are a little more physical now than they might otherwise be.

He punches his knuckles lightly into Momoshiro's shoulder before he adds, "But maybe … cut the fruit open next time before you bite right into it. Since it's wild, after all."

Momoshiro glances down warily at Kaidoh's hand. It feels tense, and it makes Momoshiro slightly more aware of their positions and situation as well. Determined, he runs his hand up Kaidoh's back, and fans his fingers out between his shoulderblades, pressing into the skin as if he's saying he's really there, and he's not going away. If they can talk without feeling weird when Momoshiro was on Kaidoh's lap, then they can do it right now as well.

He shifts closer to Kaidoh, leaning into his body even more than he already was. Don't think, don't tense up—Momoshiro doesn't really want to face the reality, and when both are acting like nothing's wrong, then he doesn't have to and can pretend everything is fine.

"I've got an idea … how about I just let you taste test it for me first?" Momoshiro smirks up at Kaidoh, his eyes challenging him like he would if they weren't lying naked together, but instead grabbing on each other's shirts and starting a fight. He's not quite sure what he's starting here.

"I don't want to eat worms either, dumbass!" Kaidoh shoots back, the retort coming naturally and automatic. He shoves at Momoshiro's chest, in a way that isn't really rough or harsh, since his palm doesn't seem to want to push Momoshiro away at all, but he narrows his eyes all the same, since that's something that comes naturally to him too.

It puts him at ease to be able to argue normally, and even though his expression probably looks annoyed, he actually feels himself relaxing, like at least he'll have this constant to rely on, when everything else seems to be changing and shifting. Not in a bad way—no, definitely not bad—just in a new way, a way that Kaidoh isn't completely used to yet.

Momoshiro chuckles. Kaidoh can always get so aggressive at whatever he suggests. "You won't! Or at least, I hope you won't. You can just, you know, do your thing, cut it up, and then give me half. Sounds good, right?"

"Fine," Kaidoh grumbles, like agreeing is some kind of hardship. "As long as I don't have to feed it to you too."

"What's wrong with that?" Momoshiro innocently cocks his head to the side with a small smile. If Kaidoh can feed him cake, he can feed him anything—all the time! It sounds nice.

Kaidoh glares at him. "I'm not your servant!" Obviously.

"Not even if I say please?"

Kaidoh's mouth twitches a little. "Idiot," he mutters.

Momoshiro tries not to feel smug. He leans in closer to Kaidoh, so close to his face that it'd be so easy to kiss right now … "What's that you said? Didn't catch that," says Momoshiro in this obnoxious sing song voice. He flutters his fingers on Kaidoh's back, teasing him even more.

Kaidoh scowls back at him. His cheeks feel like they're flaring up. "I called you an idiot, idiot," he says, annoyed that he suddenly sounds a lot less grouchy and a lot more flustered.

"That's not very nice," Momoshiro drawls out. He flicks his eyes down at Kaidoh's lips again, feeling the urge to kiss them once more, but able to hold himself back. "Thought we agreed to Momo-chan, huh."

"You agreed to that," Kaidoh says, rather weakly. It's hard to sound firm and convincing when he can feel Momoshiro's breath on his face.

"Liar." Momoshiro is pretty sure Kaidoh agreed to it as a birthday present. "You said you'd do it as a birthday present. That's an agreement, you know."

Kaidoh hisses. "And I did," he points out. "On your birthday." As though that settles that.

"Hmm …" Momoshiro's shifts his arm a bit, the one trapped between them, then trails his fingers up on Kaidoh's chest, towards his neck. "You never said it was a one-time thing." He stops his fingers as they reach Kaidoh's throat, and finally looks back at Kaidoh's eyes, staring at him with intensity that seem to say he's got him wrapped around his finger.

"But—" Kaidoh starts, then huffs, feeling the protest die on his lips. His excuses are all sort of useless anyway, especially when Momoshiro is looking at him like that. "No, I guess I didn't," he reluctantly concedes.

"Which means …?" Momoshiro asks, drawing out his words as he looks at Kaidoh expectantly, smiling slightly.

"Which means shut up," Kaidoh says grumpily, his face feeling warm and his insides all squirmy.

Momoshiro closes his lips and hums a bit, looking right at Kaidoh as the hand on Kaidoh's back slides up. He reaches the back of Kaidoh's neck, and slips his fingers around it, sliding into his hair and presses his fingertips into his scalp. He doesn't say anything, he just curls the corner of his lips and lowers his eyebrows at Kaidoh in a challenge.

It feels easy to do this, staring into Kaidoh's eyes and teasing him, pulling his strings so he can bend to Momoshiro's every whim. It's always been easy to push the right buttons with Kaidoh, to get him riled up, or to manipulate him into doing things for Momoshiro. Though it might just be that Kaidoh doesn't actually hate doing these things for him, as he's come to find out more and more. It seems he'll be able to get his way, one way or another—and he's happy it diverts attention away from their naked bodies, and to their stupid argument instead.

Momoshiro shapes his mouth to form soundless words. Say it.

Kaidoh tries to glare, but he's running out of reasons to argue, and feels like he's desperately, and futilely digging his heels into a swiftly eroding cliff face and the fall is simply inevitable. That's how things always are with Momoshiro—inevitable. Kaidoh can only resist him for so long, because the truth is, he's discovering that giving in doesn't feel nearly as terrible or annoying as he once believed it to be. In fact, most of Momoshiro's ideas turn out to be good ones, things Kaidoh likes even though he doesn't want to admit it, because he still has trouble admitting that Momoshiro is right.

He lets his fingers uncurl against Momoshiro's chest, pressing right where he can feel Momoshiro's heart beating. It sounds eager and hopeful and Kaidoh wants to find new ways to make it leap under his touch. Because that's the reason, after all, that Kaidoh does any of these stupid things that Momoshiro tries to make him do—he wants to do them. For all his grumbling and complaining, at the end of the day, he just likes seeing Momoshiro happy. And if he's happy because of Kaidoh, then that's even better.

So, Kaidoh lets go of his stubbornness and takes a shaky breath. "Momo-chan," he says, sounding soft and awkward and uncertain, his voice still not used to the nickname, but he may as well have shouted it for the way it seems to resonate in the quiet hut, and he can feel his whole face flush with embarrassment.

The feeling doesn't have much time to sink in though, because, as though Kaidoh's words are a key turning in a lock, he can feel Momoshiro's heart thump under his fingertips.

Momoshiro finds out that it's not just lying together here, under his blanket, or even kissing, that gives him that warm fluttery feeling. Something as simple as Kaidoh saying his cutesy nickname can trigger it, it doesn't seem to need much to make Momoshiro feel good, it just has to come from Kaidoh. Yeah, he'll pretty much like anything Kaidoh does, especially if it's something he asked for. His smile grows bigger until he's grinning happily, his cheeks feeling a bit stung with red.

It's almost like magic the way Momoshiro zones in on Kaidoh's lips—like inseparable magnets that are racing to rejoin each other, to fit together again. He closes his mouth, but the urge to keep smiling is still there, and he slowly presses his lips against Kaidoh's warm ones. He sucks very lightly, and when Kaidoh does the same, he can feel his heartbeat thump all the way down to his toes. It almost feels like his heart is dancing happily in his chest, it's something that is happening more often when he's with Kaidoh. He hums contently against Kaidoh, letting his hand wander around in Kaidoh's hair, massaging certain spots.

See, if they can talk when his head was in Kaidoh's lap, they can do it now too, without feeling awkward. Momoshiro feels the opposite of awkward, he feels like everything is going right, and how things should be. Not fighting with Kaidoh has never felt so good before.

Momoshiro plucks his lips away from Kaidoh, finally smiling again, but with his eyes closed this time.

"You better remember that," Momoshiro murmurs softly. Then he takes a small moment to let his words settle in, before he whispers, "Kaoru-chan." His smile transforms into a mischievous one.

Kaidoh squirms and makes a small, weak growl of protest at the name, like a reflex he can't seem to break himself of, and then he hisses and says dismissively, "Yeah, whatever …" but it's hard to sound like he doesn't give a shit when Momoshiro's stupid grin is kind of turning Kaidoh to mush. A smile shouldn't be allowed to have that kind of power.

Momoshiro simply chuckles lightly at Kaidoh's dismissive tone. He drops his hand from Kaidoh's head, letting it rest behind his back … where it touches something soft and damp. He fumbles around with his fingers trying to figure out what it is, when he realizes it's the rag he used to clean themselves up with.

Except it wasn't a rag, it was Kaidoh's bandana.

Momoshiro's happy face melts into a grimace and he tenses up, pulling his fingers away from it. Kaidoh's not going to like that … not at all. He looks down at Kaidoh's chest, poking his index finger into it softly, and pouting his lips like a child who knows he's about to be punished.

"Uhh, Kaidoh," he starts, bracing himself for the impact, "I need to tell you something …" Well, this is awkward.

Kaidoh feels his own body go a bit tense too, and his pulse quickens like he's nervous for whatever Momoshiro might have to say. His mind is already busy fluttering through possibilities, and Kaidoh wishes it would shut the hell up because it's really not helping. He blinks down at the finger prodding his chest and then back up at Momoshiro's face, which looks worried and uncertain, unlike any expression he's worn this whole time.

"… What is it?" Kaidoh asks hesitantly, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Uhm … uhh …" Momoshiro finds it hard to say it, because he knows it'll ruin what they've got going on now, but if Kaidoh finds out later, they might never do this again. And Momoshiro is not taking any chances here.

He draws circular shapes into Kaidoh's chest with his finger, still feeling uncertain. "... Promise you won't get mad?"

Kaidoh's mouth crinkles a little in confusion, his forehead creasing. Why would he get mad? What is it Momoshiro has to tell him anyway?

"That depends …" he says. He can't really make promises when it comes to his temper. Judging by Momoshiro's expression, it doesn't seem to be the answer he is looking for though, so Kaidoh reluctantly adds, "I'll try."

"Well … you see …" Momoshiro suddenly feels way too naked. He wants to hide entirely under the blanket. He inconspicuously tries to raise the blanket over his arm, so he can move it up to his shoulder, or perhaps use it as a shield in case Kaidoh tries to punch him.

"I sort of …" Momoshiro clamps his mouth shut; his body refuses to say the rest. He'd rather keep it a secret and continue sitting here with Kaidoh and not have his face punched in. Or maybe move a pillow in front of his crotch.

"S-sort of what…?" Kaidoh sputters, feeling increasingly impatient and anxious, like Momoshiro's about to tell him there's a whole pile of dead fish waiting for him in his bed, or something equally horrific.

"Sortofusedyourbandana."

Kaidoh's eyes narrow. "You did what with my bandana?"

Momoshiro feels himself blush in embarrassment, and he looks down at the blanket, wishing he could hide under it. "Well, I had to use something …"

"You had to use …" Kaidoh starts, and then his eyes widen, the color draining from his face, and he stops talking as he realizes what Momoshiro means.

Oh, gross.

"What the hell … Seriously?" His whole face twists up in disgust and he flinches back on the bed, which turns out to be a bad idea since the bandana is behind him, and still kind of sticky too, and now Kaidoh's gone and nudged his elbow right into it. He twists around to grab it, to survey the damage, and then turns back to Momoshiro, holding the damning evidence up in the air by its corner.

Yeah, Momoshiro used it all right. Stupid asshole. Kaidoh feels horrified and kind of sick to his stomach and for a couple seconds he's speechless and can't do anything but stare at the disgusting mess Momoshiro has made of his poor bandana.

But then he finds words again and they seem to boil out of him, sounding strained. "What the fuck, Momoshiro?!" he demands, the tremor of his fingers making the cloth shake.

Momoshiro brings both hands to his face to shield himself and makes himself small. "... Sorry?" he squeaks out. And don't just … put the evidence right in his face! "Don't hit me," he says in an even tinier voice.

Kaidoh hisses in exasperation, blinking back and forth between the stained bandana and Momoshiro's pathetic face, and then finally flings the bandana away from them both, off the bed and onto the floor.

"You're washing that," he grumbles. His fingers are still twitching, like they want to curl into a fist and punch Momoshiro squarely in his nose. But they don't, and he just huffs instead and mutters in a still-strained and uneven voice, "Fucking moron …"

After some squirming, and seeing Kaidoh's rage face, Momoshiro has finally ducked underneath the covers completely, leaving only his black hair popped out at the end. He curls his fingers around the blanket to keep it close to himself, as if it'll protect himself from Kaidoh. He sees the shadow of Kaidoh's body fall on the blanket, and it looks even more ominous, as if it's some kind of horror movie. Well, Kaidoh does have a scary face.

"Okay, okay—I'll wash it." With bleach. "Just … don't be mad. I wasn't exactly … thinking." Momoshiro swallows the lump in his throat, it's awkward talking about this. And it's awkward being underneath the blanket, and he's able to see every naked detail of Kaidoh's …

"Besides, I think I missed a spot," says Momoshiro as he squints his eyes.

"Asshole!" Kaidoh growls, hugging the blanket tight against himself like a shield. "Stop being …" His mind supplies a familiar insult. "… disgusting!" It sounds stupid and hypocritical since it's not like Kaidoh protested earlier to being naked with Momoshiro, but now he's not really in a clear frame of mind. He's too busy feeling scandalized and annoyed. And flustered.

But at least he knows how to react to things like this … or his body does anyway. Without needing to think about it, his fists punch into the blanket, kind of wildly, like they're just trying to hit something and aim isn't that important.

Momoshiro yelps as he feels Kaidoh's fist make contact with his head, then his cheek, and everywhere really. He groans out and tries to deflect and block some of Kaidoh's attacks. He's playing dirty! And ignoring Momoshiro's plea to not hit him, what a jerk.

"I was—I was joking! You idiot! Stop hitting me!" Then he shoves at Kaidoh's chest so he almost pushes him off the bed and drag the entire blanket with him. His head finally resurfaces, feeling red from embarrassment, anger, and getting hit in the face. He looks like a mess.

"Asshole. You suck at not getting angry." Momoshiro huffs.

"Well, you—" Kaidoh sputters, thrashing his arms around in the air, his nostrils still flaring and the vein in his forehead throbbing angrily. "You really piss me off sometimes!"

Momoshiro lowers his eyebrows at him. It wasn't like he did it on purpose! Besides, there really wasn't anything else he could use. "Well fuck you. Next time you can clean yourself up."

"Fine!" Kaidoh retorts, glaring right back at Momoshiro. "I didn't even—"

Wait a minute … Next time?

So it's … definitely going to happen again? Or Momoshiro wants it to, at least? That's enough to stop Kaidoh's angry train of thought from barreling along the tracks and he just kind of stares at Momoshiro.

"… Fine," he repeats, a little more evenly.

And this makes Momoshiro feels less angry as well. "... Good." Glad to have an understanding here. "And I'll wash it … so don't freak out."

Momoshiro takes a moment to look at Kaidoh, who's been staring at him as if he said something funny. What? Oh god, there isn't any … sperm ... on his …right? Immediately he turns bright red and buries his face into the blanket, cleaning off whatever might have been stuck on there. He sits up straight this time, not letting the blanket slip away from his waist—he might have been totally okay with it before, but having Kaidoh see his naked flaccid penis right now, really doesn't appeal to him. He lowers the blanket from his face, nose still pressed up in it, and looks at Kaidoh again.

They're two naked guys sitting in the same bed, and just got each other off.

So this means …Yeah. This is now officially something they're doing, and will hopefully do again.

No more doubts and insecurities about whether or not it's going to happen again; it is going to happen. And Momoshiro will make sure of it, even if he might not want to know why he wants it to happen again.

"Hand me … hand me my boxers … it's behind you," says Momoshiro. He looks away as he says it.

Kaidoh sits up a little too, and turns to grab Momoshiro's boxers and pass them to him wordlessly, trying to ignore how fucking awkward it is to just be casually handing them over. Like it's something they do all the time. Well, maybe it will be. That's a weird thought.

Then, he looks around the bed, at the blanket tangled over them both, and tries to figure out where his own boxers ended up. Where did he throw them again?

"Um … Do you know where …" he starts, not really sure how to ask if Momoshiro has seen them.

Momoshiro shoves the boxers underneath the blanket and keeps his hand there as it tries to reach for something that's trapped underneath his knee. It's Kaidoh's white pair of boxers, it had somehow gotten stuck beneath his body. He scrunches it up into a ball, and throws it into Kaidoh's lap, also completely wordless. He scratches his cheek. He takes in a breath. He shifts his weight around. He wrinkles his nose. Then he finally looks at Kaidoh again—who's been avoiding his gaze as well.

And Momoshiro's stupid loud mouth couldn't have found a worse timing to start working again. It was doing so well in shutting up, but right now, Momoshiro blurts out, "So are we …" before he's able to control his stupid mouth again and shut up. He clenches his fingers into the blanket, refusing to look at Kaidoh or say anything else at all.

That wasn't supposed to be said. Nothing was supposed to be said. Absolutely nothing. Momoshiro can feel his stomach pinch and squeeze tight. This is not good.

Maybe he can pretend nothing was said at all. It was just a really loud fart.

But if the blank look on Kaidoh's face is any indication, he did hear it. And fuck, now Momoshiro feels a huge wave of embarrassment creep over his back. He can't stop echoing the words in his mind. We. We. We. Like they're some kind of thing together.

Kaidoh hisses and looks away from Momoshiro, since his expression is making Kaidoh feel weirder than he already did. Instead he looks down at his lap and unfolds his bunched up boxer shorts and then makes his most graceful attempt to slide them back on, while still trying to keep as much of his skin covered as possible by the blanket, like he suddenly has modesty issues or something. The relaxed and easy atmosphere they'd managed to capture earlier seems to be swiftly evaporating, and Kaidoh is again starting to feel like running would be a good idea.

He keeps his gaze averted as he echoes Momoshiro's words. "Are we what?" he asks, uncertain about whether or not he really wants an answer. His voice is reluctant and small, because he'd rather not be talking at all, at least not until he's out of Momoshiro's bed and fully dressed again.

Momoshiro doesn't know, he hasn't got a clue on what he was going to say. He should have kept his mouth shut and not said anything at all; keep this strictly a non-verbal agreement, or something. His stupid boxers are still bunched up in his hand under the blanket, not attempting to move and put them back on like Kaidoh did. Moving feels awkward right now, and Kaidoh's so close still that their knees almost bump against each other.

This seriously should have stayed something they never talked about … talking about it makes it seem more real. More like a thing, and it's something real between them. And that's not something Momoshiro wants to admit, like he's doing this with Kaidoh for real, and on purpose, as if he likes it. And he does, which makes everything worse.

Momoshiro gestures with his other hand, making weird hand movements to illustrate to Kaidoh he'd rather they be non-verbal. Preferably, he'd rather his fist be talking instead, but that seems kind of inappropriate right now. He runs his fingers through his short black hair and sighs. It's hard to find words now that Kaidoh's expecting him to say anything, which is weird, because it's hard for Momoshiro to be speechless. And that sort of pisses him off too; it's all Kaidoh's fault. For getting mad at his stupid bandana.

"... Gonna do this," says Momoshiro in a small voice. There, he said it. That one uncertain question on his mind was finally given some words, and he said it. Are they going to keep doing this?

He sure wants it to continue, and on the other hand, he'd really not like to talk about it. The more it gets put into words, the more awkward and real it becomes. He'd rather it stay something fun and spontaneous, which is what it's been so far.

A strange tingle shivers through Kaidoh and his hand fidgets awkwardly with the blanket in front of him, like he needs to do something to occupy it. Part of him feels totally mortified that Momoshiro just came right out and said it, as though, if he hadn't, they could have both continued on blissfully ignoring that they're doing anything at all. And then another part of Kaidoh, one that twists in his chest at Momoshiro's words, feels relieved that Momoshiro is thinking about this too. That Kaidoh isn't the only one.

"Whatever," he mumbles, like he can't just agree. But even without asserting anything, his face feels warm and embarrassment seems to flow through him in place of a pulse. This isn't something he thought he'd have to confront, and he doesn't really know how to do it. Are they going to keep doing this? It's been a thought that's lurked in the back of Kaidoh's mind every time this happens, and on the one hand, the uncertainty drove him nuts, but on the other, clarifying this thing that's going on between them seems even scarier.

Kaidoh's eyes flick up to Momoshiro's face and then immediately back down again, and he huffs, feeling uncomfortable and embarrassed, and kind of annoyed by how uncomfortable and embarrassing everything suddenly seems to be. He's used to Momoshiro making things easy. He isn't used to Momoshiro acting just as awkward as Kaidoh feels. This is stupid. Kaidoh doesn't want to talk about it. He doesn't know how to, and thinking about it just makes him want to punch things. Or run a lot.

But what he does know is that yeah, he doesn't want this to stop.

So he shifts a little on the bed, moving a little closer but still not looking at Momoshiro. "Yeah, I guess," he says, his voice shaky, and the words feeling sticky on his tongue, like he's not sure what he's getting himself into. Well, he already got himself into it. Now he's simply admitting as much.

Now Momoshiro's chest warms up, as well as his face, at Kaidoh's dismissive and uncertain words. That's typical Kaidoh speak though, and Momoshiro knows how to look past that, and what Kaidoh is saying for real, is that yes, he wants to do this. He wants to continue this with Momoshiro, and that makes him feel all sorts of warm and bashful. But at least he can take in comfort in the fact that it's mutual … and well, he figured as much. Kaidoh wouldn't be doing all these things with him if he didn't want to, it's not like Momoshiro is forcing him to. So despite the weird awkwardness that arose from saying things out loud, it does settle Momoshiro's queasy stomach. It settles everything.

"Okay, then." Momoshiro flicks his eyes over at Kaidoh, before averting them again somewhere else. He'd rather they be back in that relaxing moment, where nothing mattered, and they weren't really thinking, and they certainly weren't feeling embarrassed. But.

They're going to continue. They're going to do this. Which means he'll get to be in those moments in the future, where nothing matters but touching Kaidoh, and have him touch him back in the most amazing places. Momoshiro doesn't want to give that up.

He's kind of torn what he should do with Kaidoh right now. He's hyper aware of everything that's going on, and how close Kaidoh is in proximity to him, and how naked he still is. He can't believe how talking makes everything much harder, because when they both shut up, everything seems to flow naturally, like everything just clicks into place. This is the opposite of natural, this is awkward and the tension in the air is thick; these are two guys who just agreed to having sex with each other. That's the gist of it anyway. Can this even be called sex? Momoshiro doesn't know, and it's confusing to put it into words, and scary to think about.

And besides, Momoshiro has always been the kind to act on instinct. Not to rely on words, or numbers, or careful consideration—but to act on what his gut is telling him feels right. Right now, it's telling him to stop thinking, and just go for it.

"Kaidoh," he calls out. It sounds really loud in this quiet hut, and makes him feel slightly more embarrassed with what's going to happen next.

Kaidoh looks back at him, a tangle of weird feelings all knotted up in his throat. He doesn't know what put them there. It's still just Momoshiro—things shouldn't suddenly feel different.

"Yeah?" he asks, trying to will the edge of hesitation out of his voice.

What Momoshiro would like to say is; get out of my bed. However, what he should say is … absolutely nothing. If they're going to do this, it better not be as awkward as this every time they do it. It'd be weird, and Momoshiro isn't used to feeling that way around Kaidoh—he's rather feel warm and relaxed. And to get that same relaxed atmosphere back, something needs to be done. And it's not talking, or shoving Kaidoh out of his bed.

Despite having done this several times before, as if it was the most natural thing on earth, Momoshiro feels rigid and unsure as he moves forward, closer to Kaidoh. Before, it was random, spontaneous, and completely out of the ordinary. Because it all happened so fast, and they both surrendered to their raging hormones, it didn't feel hard to do, in fact it was easy. But right now, kissing Kaidoh means something different. It's deliberate, and it's real.

Which is why Momoshiro slowly closes the distance between them, catching Kaidoh's gaze and holding it, not wanting him to look away, as that would make him scared as well. His heart is racing against his chest, in a different way than from before. He raises his hand, up to Kaidoh's cheek, and lets his fingers sprawl out across it, so he can keep Kaidoh's face steady and secure—so he won't turn away—before softly pressing his lips against Kaidoh's.

Think of it …as a handshake. One that seals the agreement between them. A very soft handshake with their lips.

And with that the tension seems to dissipate just as quickly as it had come, because it's impossible for Kaidoh to keep thinking when Momoshiro has his lips against his mouth like that. Maybe Kaidoh can just glue them there so neither of them has to ever say anything again about what is happening between them, about what it is they're doing. Talking about this subject once has already been scary enough for Kaidoh. It's not really something he wants to repeat.

But perhaps it wasn't an entirely terrible thing ... After all, now Kaidoh knows—rather than just thinks, or hopes—that Momoshiro is okay with keeping this up, that he wants to continue this, that he likes it too, and that's enough to calm the nervous pounding of Kaidoh's heart and he lets his shoulders relax a little, and presses his own mouth back against Momoshiro's, not hard, but just enough to let Momoshiro know that he's in this with him, that he can't be scared away.

His fingers slip away from the blanket and up to cover Momoshiro's hand, which feels warm, and reassuringly steady and solid. Okay, he'd said. And it really does feel like maybe it might be, like it will be okay for them to keep doing this, like it's something they can both get used to, and maybe eventually Kaidoh will even stop feeling embarrassed or nervous about it. Maybe even comfortable enough to one day talk about it without his whole body clamming up in protest.

Or maybe not. Well, right now that seems about as likely as Kaidoh deciding that, despite all evidence to the contrary, he really likes ghosts after all ... but stranger things have happened. The fact that he's sitting here kissing Momoshiro is proof of that.

The entire scene, this entire thing, is so unlikely, it had never even occurred to Momoshiro in the first place. Kaidoh was Kaidoh, and he was a grumpy snake Momoshiro liked to tease and compete with. And he still does—he'll never get tired of rubbing it into Kaidoh's face whenever he lost, and Momoshiro had won, with whatever silly competition they had. Maybe this is just an extension of that, a natural course of action perhaps, simply another competition between the both of them.

Albeit one that is secretive, and there's nothing really competitive about it, especially when Momoshiro feels this need to do all of these things to Kaidoh, and there's really no ulterior goal for that. Momoshiro would tease Kaidoh to get a rise out of him and laugh at him, but this, this kissing together, Momoshiro isn't doing this to make fun of Kaidoh.

He's doing it …

… Just because.

That's really all Momoshiro will allow himself to think about the matter; they've agreed to do this now. That's all that matters, no more thinking about it. So Momoshiro wills his mind to shut up and enjoy the soft lips pressed against his own, and Kaidoh's hand gently on top of his. He slips his fingers between Kaidoh's, then softly tugs it down to guide it down Kaidoh's neck, where he keeps them both there so he can feel the wild heartbeat pulse against his hand. This simple act, of kissing each other, and feeling Kaidoh's heartbeat go fast, with their hands joined together … it's making Momoshiro's entire body relax with pleasure, and then it shift gears, deciding it's okay to do whatever now.

After all, Kaidoh agreed, and Momoshiro has a superpower.

So he smiles against Kaidoh's lips and pushes him down on the bed again, hovering over him like he knows Kaidoh can't resist him.

At least he doesn't have to take his clothes off this time, he's still naked from before. But Kaidoh needs a little help getting rid of his, and then they're back in pleasureland, bodies moving together, and arms making quick strokes, with lips gnawing on each other. It's a lot more routine this time, and slower too, because they both know they won't leave, they won't stop, and that's all that matters to Momoshiro. He feels like nothing can go wrong anymore, like he and Kaidoh are on the same wavelength.

Well, they were, until Momoshiro decided to use his bandana again. Then he earned a black eye, and they were back to being regular old Momoshiro and Kaidoh again, bickering like always. At least some things never change.

But Momoshiro is happy that some things do change; for the better.