Got another full-length AsaKisu piece for you. (Fully written and ready to go.)

This one is not nearly as depressing as When We Don't Have to Say Goodbye (if you read that one). There is hella drama though, cuz how could I not? But of course there are fun times as well.

It all came about because I asked myself the question, "What if Asahi never moved away?" It was born as a scene – sat there as just that for a good long while – then it eventually blossomed into whatever this is. I kinda like it. Hopefully, you will too. *shrugs* Let me know.

Also, trigger warning, cuz there's actually a lot of homophobia going on in this. That stuff ain't cool y'all.

"Asahi!"

He nearly jumped a foot in the air, heart stopping mid-motion. His pen drew a startled stroke across his homework sheet, and an embarrassing yelp burst out of his throat.

Kisumi giggled.

Asahi puffed out a breath of air and hung his head over his desk, while his best friend chortled it up just outside of his window.

"Bastard," Asahi grumbled. He tched under his breath when focusing down on the damage done to his homework.

"You should start closing our window," Kisumi advised (probably for the hundredth time) as he invited himself in and tumbled gracefully through the window head-first.

"I would proceed with caution, if I were you," Asahi warned, brushing his homework to the side. The burn of surprise hadn't receded from the tops of his ears yet.

A bag of wasabeef potato chips landed on the desk in front of him and he pursed his lips at them with a scrutinizing gaze, almost won over just that quickly, but their friendship would never work if he insisted on being that easy. He raised an eyebrow at the pink-haired intruder in his room, and held up his ruined worksheet.

Kisumi added a touch of cunning to his smile and tossed a second bag of chips onto the desk, which he had previously been hiding behind his back. Asahi wasn't going to praise him for being smart. He just accepted the offering and turned away to break open one of the bags.

"What do you want?"

Kisumi crossed behind Asahi's chair to plop down onto the bed positioned perpendicular to the right side of the desk. "You mean I need an excuse to visit after eleven?" he said breezily, laying back and stuffing his hands behind his head.

"One night, you're going to come by, and the ladder's going to be gone."

"That's rude."

"Yeah, well so are jumps scares."

"But you told me very specifically that Shiina Asahi doesn't get scared."

Asahi wrinkled his nose, cheeks full. "I don't."

Kisumi grinned and turned his twinkling eyes across the space between them. "You don't? Oohh, I suppose that little scream you do whenever I pop up is just a manly reflex?"

"Allergies."

"Ah, allergies. I hope you're not insinuating that these 'allergies' act up exclusively when I'm around."

"That's exactly what I'm insinuating."

"Tragic," Kisumi sighed, turning his eyes up to the ceiling. "I guess I'm just a burden then. Poor Kisumi is too much for the senses. Now even his best friend can't take having him around, and what ever will he do with his life, if he can't climb through Asahi's window late at night? They were supposed to be friends forever, you know? They were a team — not in any technical sense, of course. I mean, Asahi's smart so he chose swimming, and poor Kisumi is such a loser, he decided to stick with basketball, and no one wanted to join him. I mean, who plays basketball in Japan? Ah, I should have seen it coming. The signs were all there. I suppose it's true then. Destined to be alone for — ahhh!"

Kisumi's squeal turned into a burst of giggles as Asahi body slammed him and attacked with pinching, tickling fingers. Kisumi squirmed, drawing his limbs in to protect himself, though Asahi already had one of his legs pinned down with his knee.

"Stop stop! Mercy!" Kisumi shrieked.

Asahi captured his wrists and forced him onto his side, pinning the rest of his body down with his own as he draped himself heavily on top of him.

"Stop screaming."

"I'm sorry," Kisumi gasped through his giggles, half muffled by the pillow beneath his head. His cheeks were flushed, and his lavender eyes squinted with joyous tears. "You attacked me!"

"You were being annoying," Asahi argued.

Kisumi sniffed himself calm, a few more chuckles bubbling out of him. He sighed and turned his head to peek up at Asahi with a smile. "Should I leave?"

His eyes twinkled with the kind of intuitive glow that said he was already well aware of the answer to that, because no matter how much Asahi roughed him around, Kisumi always remained in control of the outcome of every moment.

"No," Asahi responded, lips pursed sourly. He was well aware of the leverage he was giving up with that response though.

Kisumi's smile brightened. "No? You want me to stay?"

"I didn't say that."

"Didn't you?"

"You could make yourself useful and finish my homework for me."

Kisumi raised an eyebrow. "Cheat?"

"I didn't say that."

Kisumi's grin curled up, and he chuckled. "Give me a kiss and I'll consider it."

Asahi made a face. "No, I'm not kissing you."

"Asahiii …"

"Stop pouting. You're so needy. Is that what you came here for? Friends don't kiss each other."

"Yes they do."

"No they don't. And definitely not like that. We're not having this debate again."

Asahi sat up to destraddle the other boy, but Kisumi flipped over before he could get his balance about him, and he groaned in protest as they rolled over on the bed and he ended up trapped in Kisumi's clutches. Kisumi threw a leg over his hip and hooked him close. Asahi's arms were now caught between them as they lay on their sides, facing each other. Kisumi was still beaming with glittering eyes.

"Asahi," he sang, cheesing with his teeth, face close.

Asahi could already feel the heat coiling up through his stomach and blossoming out on his cheeks. "You're a nightmare."

"Just a little one."

"Nooo," Asahi whined, turning his face away when Kisumi puckered his lips and pressed even closer, nudging his cheek with his nose.

The heat burned hotter and it shook his stomach with a tremble that was not unfamiliar, but that he hadn't yet been able to name. Kisumi did this often — often — and though Asahi had stopped exploding in a fluster of embarrassment, he still could never shake the blushing, or the liquefying sensation of turning into jelly on the inside.

"Kisumi," he groaned, pressing against his chest as Kisumi half climbed on top of him.

"You afraid of cooties?"

"Yes," Asahi said through his teeth, though it came out under a snicker that he didn't mean to let slip. And of course Kisumi didn't miss it.

His smile grew. "You didn't catch any last time."

"That was last time. And how do you know? Maybe I was sick for a week and practically on my deathbed."

"You were at school the next day."

"You really need to stop climbing through my window this late."

Kisumi's grin was sinfully sweet, hovering over Asahi, his one leg still hooked around his waist. "But that's when you're most vulnerable."

Asahi huffed out a sigh, stilling finally as he just lay there underneath his best friend. "You're really not even going to pretend that you don't this on purpose? I don't understand your psychology. You're so manipulative."

Kisumi giggled. "Thank you."

"That wasn't a compliment."

"So I get a kiss then?"

Asahi pressed his lips in a line, pulse fluttering in his chest. His face hadn't stopped blushing at all, and he knew it was all kinds of telling, but he'd learned, over several years of being friends with Kisumi, that most of the time he just had to get over it, because Kisumi was impossible, and Asahi was always blushing.

He huffed a breath through his nose. "One," he gave in tersely. "But that's it," he added when Kisumi brightened like a floodlight.

"Mmhm," the menace hummed, and not once did he drop his smile.

He hovered there with it, his gaze still and enveloping, always luminescent, as though a light was constantly glowing behind his irises. Asahi always insisted it was a trick of the lamp in the room or the position of the sun or the moon in the sky. Whatever it was just always caught the perfect angle to make Kisumi glow, and it never missed.

Asahi pulled in a breath at an attempt to loosen the tautness of the air in his chest. Kisumi just continued to grin at him, and Asahi knew he was waiting to be pursued. For as shifty and cunning as Kisumi was, it wasn't hard to figure out what he wanted at any given moment. He always made it perfectly clear.

Asahi sighed and forced past the embarrassment. He really needed to find himself a best friend that wasn't so spoiled. That was what he always thought right before he gave in. But then he would cave, every time, and Kisumi always got what he wanted out of it, and … Asahi usually forgot about finding a new best friend afterward, until the next time Kisumi crawled through his window and teased him into satisfying all of his clinginess.

He lifted his head off the pillow and captured Kisumi's lips with his own, intending of course to pull away just as quickly, but he was not at all surprised when Kisumi followed him as he dropped his head back down again. He could feel that smile against his lips, and were he not so red with heat, lying underneath Kisumi's body, he'd have a few words to say. But he didn't argue just now, and he accepted the pervasive pull of Kisumi's very biteable lips as he brought the kiss into a swelling motion.

Asahi participated, already having allowed his eyes to close, and he tried not to breathe too heavily when Kisumi licked the seam of his lips, and then deliciously dragged his tongue through his mouth. Asahi's responses weren't all that different. He would have liked to blame that on autopilot insisting on getting this over with, but it was really more so that he was not, at this point, so much opposed to Kisumi's starving kisses, and occasional make-out sessions just happened to be a thing.

At first, it was just curiosity, and supremely innocent at that. When they were thirteen, they were lounged in front of the TV in Asahi's living room one afternoon, watching one of Akane's teen romance movies, because Kisumi insisted that they were hilarious even though he was usually completely invested in the plot. They'd both been lying with their backs on the floor and their feet propped up on the couch, staring at the screen upside down, and when the characters shared their first kiss, Kisumi had voiced a very legitimate question about whether or not kissing was as gross as it looked, because he wasn't sure anymore.

"I don't know. They seem to enjoy it," had been Asahi's shrugged response.

To which Kisumi had sat up very abruptly to hover over him and declare, "Let's try it."

So they did — after a lengthy debate on whether or not two boys could effectively replicate such a kiss and end up with accurate results. Also, Asahi had most definitely flared up at the suggestion. But they did it eventually, and it was weird, but not gross. And Kisumi had shrugged off the instance with a muttered "interesting," as though it was no big deal to him, but he had also consistently flickered glances over at Asahi for the rest of the day, and when Asahi questioned him, he just shook his head with a smile and said, "Nothing."

Just a few weeks later, Kisumi had managed to persuade him to try it again, because he wasn't convinced they'd done it right the first time. Again, Asahi made a fuss about it, only to lose the argument, and the kiss was still just as weird.

Hardly two months after that, Kisumi declared that this particular issue was no good. They were going to have to keep practicing until they figured out what they were doing, because otherwise, Asahi's first girlfriend was going to dump him if he sucked at it.

He didn't have a girlfriend then, and he hadn't missed the very intentional specification of Asahi's girlfriend, when Kisumi had gone on his educational spiel about why them practicing their kissing on each other needed to be a thing. Asahi had pointed that out, asked what about Kisumi's girlfriend, and Kisumi had cleverly evaded answering that query by rolling through a list of pros and cons.

Also, he was successful, once again, at obtaining Asahi's cooperation, so they kissed more frequently in the name of "practice." Of course, after some time — and Asahi couldn't have definitively said how much — it stopped being practice and evolved into what was now just a thing that happened whenever Kisumi wanted kisses.

But they weren't boyfriends, and that was very important to remember, even though their conversations about it didn't ever involve much other than a slightly awkward, "We are just friends, right?"

"Yeah" was always the response, never without a smile, and Asahi always hurt himself trying to find a bit of strain or uncertainty or bitterness in that response, but it was never there, and it always made him feel a certain type of way. He just couldn't seem to reconcile what that meant, even to this day — for him or for Kisumi.

And it had become especially muddy when the "kissing whenever Kisumi wanted kisses" started to blossom into … other things, when they started high school. And now, at the very beginning of their final year, it still wasn't clear at all what exactly they were doing and why. It was just … a thing that happened sometimes.

"Is your sister around?" Kisumi whispered against his lips.

Asahi just barely shook his head, fingers raking through Kisumi's silky hair. "Mm mm."

"And your dad?"

"He's asleep."

"Good," Kisumi breathed, chasing after the response with his tongue. He shifted his weight, relieving Asahi of the hook of his leg to lie on top of him instead, and Asahi burned even hotter at the presence of the bulge in Kisumi's jeans, pressing up against his.

He'd forgotten all about keeping his breathing quiet, and really couldn't do anything to help his pulse at this point, especially not when Kisumi started grinding against him.

"I said just one kiss," he gasped weakly, even though he continued to follow that up with more kisses.

Kisumi hummed curiously. "Did you? I must have missed that."

A moaned escaped Asahi's throat as Kisumi bared down with more pressure. His arm curled more securely around Kisumi's head, fingers buried helplessly in his hair now as Kisumi peppered a string of kisses down to mouth and lick at his neck. Asahi's head tilted back, hips automatically pushing up to meet Kisumi's.

"Dude, you suck," he breathed, just as weakly.

Kisumi chuckled — a low, charmingly wicked sound that pressed into his skin. "I know."

Even still, the hand that wasn't trapped in Kisumi's hair wound its way down his body to fit between them and work the button and zipper loose on Kisumi's jeans. It was sad really, how good he'd gotten at perfecting the one-handed practice of such an action, when at one point, every part of Kisumi's body had burned to touch.

Now, he raked his hand down the whole of his back and slid his fingers under his clothes to push Kisumi's jeans and underwear away from his hips and lessen the barrier between their bodies, then proceeded to unapologetically grab his ass with both hands and further encourage the rolling thrusts of Kisumi's body.

Kisumi was the one who moaned this time, and it was conversely both sweet and erotic. He let his cheek rest on Asahi's shoulder, nose buried in his neck, lips still kissing at his skin between exhales. His nimble fingers also slid down Asahi's torso and pushed his shorts away just enough, dragging his hands up through his shirt on the way back.

Asahi shivered at the skin on skin contact and the exhilarating sensation of gratification boiling up in his stomach from having another warm cock nestled up against his.

That sounded incredibly gay. But it wasn't like that at all. It just happened to feel good. But really, any attention given to his hormonal body usually felt good. So it wasn't so much about the other cock as it was, instead of having to jackoff in the silence of his room, he had an actual warm body there tending to his very greedy needs. And it wasn't like Kisumi wasn't greedy either. He was the one who had climbed through Asahi's window for this very reason.

They were teenage boys. It was an odd day if the sun went down and Asahi wasn't some kind of horny. Which was why he didn't so often argue about any of this anymore, at least not vigorously, and at least, that was what he told himself.

Kisumi did have a nice ass though. And kneading it under his groping palms always contributed to the blood flow pumping through his veins. He gave it a slap, conscious enough not to make it too loud, but he couldn't resist at least a little force, and Kisumi's moan sent an exciting shiver straight to his dick.

"Again," Kisumi whispered.

Asahi's skin prickled with goosebumps. He obeyed the plea with another slap, and the noise that left Kisumi's throat should have been illegal.

"Yeah?" Asahi breathed.

"Fuck yeah."

Asahi smacked his ass one more time.

"Nngh, Asahi."

Asahi hissed a cursed and brought a hand back up to Kisumi's hair, tilting his head up to capture his lips with another hungry kiss. Kisumi's pace quickened, rutting against Asahi with more desperation as he whined through his nose. Asahi could already feel the leak of precum responding to his heightened fervor. He groaned into his best friend's mouth, reveling in the static charge of pure sensuality hovering over his skin in both hot and cool tones.

He rolled over, simultaneously breaking the kiss and ripping his shirt off in the process. He swiped Kisumi's too, in all of one motion, and then yanked Kisumi's jeans down to his thighs as he dipped back down, now kneeling between Kisumi's legs. Their bodies slid together again, slick already with sweat and other secretions. It made for more fluid motions, and Asahi took advantage of that, digging into the pace with confidence.

Kisumi sighed another whine, clutching him around the shoulders. "Uuhuh."

"You like this dick, huh?"

"God, yes."

Asahi gripped him by the thighs and licked the salt from the skin of his neck and underneath his jaw, digging in with quick power thrusts. Kisumi's keens rippled his body with shivers.

"God, Kiss," he groaned. "Tell me how you like it."

Kisumi's fingers dug into the muscles of his back. "Hot and thick, baby," he gasped. "And hard."

"You want it rough?"

"Yes."

Asahi slapped his ass again, hard enough that he knew it left a sting, and was well in danger of reaching his father's ears, even through his sleep. Kisumi cried out with the most wanton moan yet.

"Kinky bastard," Asahi huffed, too euphorically lost in the moment to actually laugh about it.

"You're so fucking sexy, Asahi."

"Shit," Asahi whispered, body trembling with pleasure. The leak of precum was now sufficiently enough from them both to have spread across their stomachs by now, and was sure to be followed by plenty more. Asahi's balls were already throbbing with tantalizing warning. A growl escaped his chest. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

Kisumi whimpered desperately, fingers gripping Asahi's hair. "Yes, give it to me."

Asahi covered Kisumi's mouth with his own, tongue wet and heavy, lips ravished and everywhere. "You want it?" he mumbled past sloppy kisses.

"Mmhm," Kisumi moaned. "Please."

It only took a few more seconds and one last gasp of Asahi's name against his lips, and then he was lost somewhere in an alternate plane of existence while he groaned past Kisumi's tongue and the discharge gushed out on Kisumi's abs, some making it up to his chest as Asahi rocked through each pulse and created a beautiful mess.

The crash back to reality was as sudden and bone-chilling as always, casting a wave of exhaustion through the sinews of every muscle he owned, but his hips continued to lightly roll against Kisumi, and he blindly reached a hand between them to pick up Kisumi's cock out of the puddle of cum and pump him with slick, swift, and confident motions.

Kisumi's voice fluttered up in octaves through his nose, body tensing underneath Asahi's. Their tongues still hungrily swirled each other, teeth occasionally biting and nipping at each other's lips. Asahi's free hand stroked a slow pattern up and down Kisumi's thigh before slapping him on the butt cheek again, and Kisumi's yelp this time was muffled, but also followed up very quickly by a trill of moans that slipped into broken gasps as Kisumi's head tilted back and he came in Asahi's hand.

Asahi brushed his lips against the edge of his jaw, but also used the motion as an excuse to peek up at Kisumi's face and watch the erogenous flush of bliss weave through his expression in a whirl of overwhelmed euphoria that never failed to send a shiver down Asahi's spine. Sometimes, when Kisumi came first, Asahi would watch, only to be undone a split second later from the sheer eroticism of the look on his face, and if he just so happened to gasp Asahi's name in the process, well then it was like pulling the cord on a canon.

It always left him with a buzzing warmth in his chest that never had anything to do with their friends-with-benefits benefits. But that was another thing about this muddy liaison he had with Kisumi that he could never put a name to.

He sat up and dropped his gaze before Kisumi fully came back down from his high, and as the pink-haired boy lay limp and gasping for air, Asahi busied himself with digging the box of tissues out from under his bed and wiping the cum off of their bodies.

"Is it me, or are we getting more intense?" Kisumi said breathlessly with an arm slung over his face.

Asahi glanced up once, but didn't allow his gaze to hover. He tossed the tissues toward the trash. One of them missed. "It's just you," he said, even though that wasn't true.

For as many lines as they still had yet to cross, even Asahi was aware that the pattern they'd formed had become a sort of addiction that only drew them in with steadier drags of desperation as the time went by. It was unnerving a little bit, because this wasn't supposed to last forever, and yet he couldn't imagine not doing it anymore. He didn't need Kisumi — not like that — and he was pretty sure he didn't want to need Kisumi like that. He didn't want Kisumi to need him like that either. But also … what if Kisumi didn't need him like that?

Clearly, that wasn't the case now, but one day. One day, one or both of them would find something else, and the loss of this wasn't going to be a problem, was it?

Kisumi lifted his arm from his face and dropped it on the pillow above his head. Only when his luminescent eyes were staring up at Asahi for a sufficient amount of time did Asahi look back. And when he did, Kisumi cocked a smile.

"You lie."

Asahi didn't respond.

Kisumi propped himself up on his elbows, chin tilted up. "I've been thinking."

"About what?"

"… What if you fuck me one day?"

Asahi's stomach flipped and the pinch of his brow on his forehead did not at all convey what that felt like. He was glad. "That's gay."

Kisumi smirked, eyebrow raised. "And the rest of it isn't?"

"You want it up the ass?"

Kisumi lifted his shoulder in a slow shrug, eyes bouncing away in a near timid manner, even though the coolness of his grin was never lost. "I'm curious," he admitted, dropping his head to the side when he looked back. "Aren't you?"

The crease deepened on Asahi's brow. "About having a dick up my ass? No."

Kisumi giggled. "I meant the other way around. You don't have to have a dick in your ass if you don't want to."

"But you want to?" he asked, expression bending uncertainly.

Kisumi nudged him with his heel and another chuckle. "I said I'm curious."

"Why?"

"I dunno." He shrugged again. "It might feel good." Under his breath he added, "I heard it feels good."

Asahi jerked a bit with a tickle of surprise. "From who?" he demanded, much louder.

Kisumi sat up all the way, smiling devilishly. "I can't very well tell you that, Asahi. There's an honor code."

Asahi lifted an eyebrow. "An honor code?"

"It's rude to out people without their permission. And anyway, maybe I heard it on the internet."

Asahi clicked his tongue. "Now who's lying."

Kisumi chuckled and leaned forward to place a kiss on Asahi's sternum. Asahi kept the shudder to himself, but could feel the goosebumps returning to the tops of his shoulders. They were supposed to stop with the kisses after they got what they needed out of each other.

Kisumi's arms wrapped low around his waist, forearms resting comfortably on his ass. He dug his chin just below the same spot he'd kissed and looked back up to Asahi with that shine in his eyes.

"It might be fun," he suggested, again quietly with a lift to his lips.

Asahi frowned. "We said we wouldn't go that far."

It may have been another trick of the light, but Asahi could have sworn a very faint blush dusted Kisumi's cheeks right then. "I know," he sang, turning his eyes away. "But …" He shrugged. "I mean, that was a while ago, and we've grown up a little bit, and we're …"

He didn't finish that thought. It dissipated in a glaze across his eyes instead as he stared unfocused off to the side for a curiously heavy and quiet moment. But when he looked back, he smiled again, and just shrugged.

Asahi scoffed and pulled his shorts up, forcing Kisumi to break his hold. "I'm not sold," is what he chose to respond with. "Your argument's kinda weak."

Kisumi's smile settled back into a confident smirk, and he dropped back against the bed with his hands propped behind his head, laying with his body stretched out to remind Asahi that it was there and mostly exposed, as his jeans were still sitting halfway down his thighs.

"You mean I need to be more persuasive?" he teased.

Asahi's expression didn't change, but his gaze did inadvertently drop and linger on Kisumi's nakedness for much too long. But he could feel Kisumi's grin curling up, so he turned away and stepped off the bed.

"Put your clothes on."

Kisumi heaved a giant sigh. "Asahi is so mean."

Asahi shook his head, reaching for the half eaten bag of chips on his desk. "You're just greedy."

"Not any more than you are."

Asahi turned, cheeks already full. "Are we done here?"

Kisumi's smile dropped into a softly scowling pout. "I legitimately came over to hang out with you, you know."

Asahi crunched on his chips in silence for a moment, holding Kisumi's gaze as he quietly scanned for any falsities in that statement. Also, Kisumi had gotten his pants up, but they weren't buttoned, and he was trying not to be distracted by that again.

He rolled his eyes after a moment and plopped back down at his desk, tossing the chip bag down as he pulled his homework sheet toward him. "Akane dropped off cake the other day. It's in the fridge. Don't wake my dad."

Kisumi popped happily off the bed and stuffed his head through his shirt on his way out the door.

Asahi shook his head to himself and dropped his temple in his palm.