50
Party
It was Furuichi's idea to join the party. Oga thought it was a waste of time, but he'd show up for the food. Most of their fan club members were also a part of other school clubs and committees, and they all held an end-of-the-year party together...well, at the end of the year. "Alright everyone, gather round, it's now after seven, you know what that means!"
"SPIN THE BOTTLE!"
Both boys nearly jumped out of their skins when the excited crowd whooped and cheered before rushing the school floor. As guests of the same party, they were forced to participate. "I think telling ghost stories would've been more interesting," whispered Oga into the silvernette's ear as they sat.
"As I'm inclined to agree with you, although you suck at telling ghost stories anyway."
Games like these made Furuichi nervous. They used to make him an excited type of nervous, but not right this moment. The usual butterflies in his stomach, bounced like heavy frogs, if this kept up, he'd need to poop.
"Round one!"
The perky popular girl who led the activities was the school's vice president, Nanami Yamamura, and she always spoke with one thing in mind, to gain Oga's attention. It was no secret that she held a candle to the oblivious brunet, and it worried Furuichi immensely. It wouldn't surprise Furuichi at all if the bottle was rigged to-
"Oga and Yamamura!"
"Eh!"
Oga shoveled another chip with onion dip into his mouth. No way was he going to kiss some cheap girl, the brute didn't even know who she was or why she was at the party in the first place. The girl had been annoying him all night! "I don't think so."
"He can't!"
Oga's negating statement was overpowered by the silvernette shaking beside him. Only the fan club knew that Oga and Furuichi were an item. Yamamura's eyes turned into slits that resembled a poisonous snake's, "Why can't he?"
"Because...T-that's because…"
"Because I don't want to."
Oga rose and offered Furuichi his large, warm hand. "This game is childish and suits kindergarteners. We're leaving. Great dip by the way."
Their fans kyaahed in their minds as the lovers left the party. The others didn't have a clue, and Yamamura only fell harder for the brute that kept on denying her. "You're okay with walking away like this?"
Furuichi's tongue felt thick in his mouth as he asked, but he had to be sure.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"I don't know. Unless you wanted to kiss Yamamura."
"Yeah...I guess I did want to kiss someone at the party."
"You did! I mean…you did? Who?"
Furuichi feigned a cool casual air, but Oga wasn't fooled. Besides, Oga thought it was refreshingly cute to see the jealous side of Furuichi. Especially when it was jealousy over him. "I know you know them. And I wanted to kiss them like this."
Oga pulled Furuichi into the nearest empty classroom, pressed Furuichi against the wall and planted a bruising kiss on Furuichi's pink lips. Oga went back in with the same brutality against Furuichi's mouth until the silvernette's lips were swollen from the assault. "Mmm stop that hurts." Tears clinging to the outer corners of his grey eyes, Furuichi tried to push the brunet off. Oga surprised Furuichi by gathering the slender frame close to the muscular one. "I've wanted you all night."
"Oh…You're so silly. Let's go home And you'll need to brush your teeth if you want to do that again."
