Denji tutted.
"I wonder why he has to lock everything up with shitty padlocks. What if I want to use the oven or get a snack? Fucking useless piece of shit," he grumbled.
Padlocks were installed on every cupboard in the kitchen, including the cutlery drawer, the fridge, and the oven. Child protection, of course. Denji was sixteen-years-old, and yet that wasn't enough to convince Aki to trust Denji. Aki couldn't trust him at all.
"That idiot must have the key," he mused.
Moving out from behind the counters, Denji was crawling on his hands and knees now. As he glanced at the series of windows that led to the balcony, he suddenly thought of something.
"Wait!"
As Denji remembered it, there was a single stick of gum left on the table. The mere thought of chewing that minty bit of gum made all kinds of thoughts and desires drift through Denji's head like a theme park. And all the gum could provide was three minutes of pure ecstasy.
While he was on his hands and knees, Denji crawled up to the table. He had a wide grin on his face that showed his sharp, shark-like teeth, and even his tongue was hanging out of his mouth like a happy puppy. Approaching the table, his grin slowly turned into a scowl.
"Where is it? I saw it right here before breakfast," he groaned, "maybe it could have dropped."
Well, Denji hoped it probably dropped on the floor.
But the chewing gum wasn't there either, not even under the table.
Denji fumed.
"He must have it then."
Shooting a glare towards the open balcony door, Denji inched towards it, inhaling cigarette smoke in the process. The cigarette smoke was weak this time, however, like a cigarette had been smoked ten minutes ago. Denji rushed towards the door, feeling the cool breeze from outside tease his skin and short hair. A drop of sweat appeared at his forehead, stopping at his brow.
At this point, Denji's hands and knees were most likely dirty, but he didn't really care. A pair of simple sweatpants kept his knees from getting filthy, but his hands were bare. A t-shirt covered his torso, with sleeves not long enough to cover his hands.
"Oi, idiot!" Denji boomed.
Finally making his way out to the balcony area, Denji glanced up at the table and chairs. They were empty. He merely rolled his eyes as an annoyed huff left his mouth.
"Where is he?"
Backing away from the balcony, Denji creeped into the hallway. He heard the sudden noise of a doorknob turning, eventually releasing from the latch. A door creaked. He glanced in the direction of the sharp sound, finding the bathroom door opening up. Denji perked up at the sight, as he watched Aki walking out with a newspaper rolled up under his arm. Aki looked down at Denji, squinting.
"Why are you crawling? Legs hurt?" Aki questioned.
Denji just barked, "I want that gum! Where is it?"
"In my mouth."
In a swift motion, Denji crawled up to Aki and immediately rose up, pressing his hands onto Aki's thighs. Denji sat on his knees, as his amber eyes stared up at Aki's face.
"That was mine!" Denji whined, "I want some! Do you have more gum?"
"Nope."
Up close, Denji heard Aki chewing on the gum. His amber hues lowered their gaze to Aki's mouth, and just at the sight, Denji spotted the gum swimming on Aki's tongue. His eyes widened as his desire for that one piece of gum grew even more intense. Denji swallowed a lump in his throat.
"Why are you being so touchy? Get off me, weirdo," argued Aki, as he performed a kicking motion with one leg. This was a gentle kick, completely half-assed.
"I want that gum!" Denji continued, and in the act, he dug his fingers into the fleece fabric of Aki's sweatpants.
"Get your own, moron."
With that response, Aki started to walk away from Denji with the brat still keeping his hands hanging from Aki's trousers. Well, at least he tried to walk away. Denji kept up with Aki's pace, rushing on his knees. Grunts and groans could be heard from the blonde.
"No!" Denji barked.
"Yes!" Aki retorted, "I want you to do me a favour and fuck off for once."
"I'll do something for you if you give me that gum!"
"I don't trust that."
"Why not?" Denji whined.
"Because you're a dumb brat. A dumb, stupid brat."
But of course, those insults just flew over Denji's head.
"Give me that gum!"
"Give up already."
Soon, Denji shot up, standing on his feet. He placed his hands onto Aki's chest, as he then shoved the taller man against the bathroom door. A loud bang occurred. Denji rose up to his tiptoes as he attempted to make eye contact with the other. His hands moved up from Aki's chest, now gripping onto Aki's shoulders. It wasn't long until Denji slammed his mouth against Aki's, slipping his tongue in between the man's lips in the act.
Aki's fingers curled, he tried to move up the door. He groaned behind the kiss.
Amber eyes were locked on grey hues. Aki closed his eyes, avoiding eye contact with Denji.
Denji swirled his tongue in Aki's mouth, locating the chewed up stick of gum. He scooped the gum onto his own tongue, thus moving it into his own mouth. The gum was riddled with Aki's saliva, but Denji didn't care.
Parting from Aki's mouth, Denji backed away and started to chew on the gum he so desired.
"What the fuck-" Aki hesitated, his voice quivering.
Denji just shrugged his shoulders and moved to sit at the table again. He chewed on the gum loudly, making Aki hear the sticky sounds. Aki covered his mouth with both hands while a deep hue of crimson dusted his face.
"Thanks for the gum, idiot," Denji said in between chews, "It still tastes like peppermint."
"Okay...sure..." Aki mumbled, standing in front of the bathroom door for a good few minutes.
Slipping his hands from his mouth, Aki took a deep breath. He placed a hand to his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat beginning to slow down. He ended up with a tent in his pants after that mouth-to-mouth fight.
"This gum is starting to lose its flavour," grumbled Denji as he scratched between his legs.
"Mhm," intoned the other.
Aki's shoulders slumped as he walked outside onto the balcony. He obviously needed a cigarette after that.
