Into Me part 2 (AtoKiku | PG)
The part which should never have been! Naw, in all reality, this should have all happened in one story, but I have an infamously short attention span.
Kikumaru poked disdainfully at his sandwich, trying firmly to avoid eye contact with the silver-haired boy sitting across from him. This was absolutely one of the worst days he'd ever gotten himself trapped in. He ran his tongue over his teeth wondering idly if he'd even remembered to brush them in his mad dash out the door this morning.
"You can eat it, you know."
"Huh?" He'd completely phased out, and suddenly being spoken to threw him off slightly. He frowned across the table, raising his eyes just enough to see Atobe' nearly-empty plate. The most expensive off the menu, he recalled with a disdainful thought towards his wallet. "I'm not hungry" he muttered.
"Really?" with a clatter of silverware and dishes, Atobe cleared a space for his arms and leaned forward onto the table. Resting his chin on his crossed wrists he bought himself directly into Kikumaru's gaze. There was a bizarre amusement is watching him continue to try and avoid direct eye contact, his brow wrinkling, his mouth pulling just barely into a frown, the slight twitch of his cheek below his customary white bandage.
Atobe smirked slightly, "So, are you seeing anyone?"
Kikumaru blushed just slightly. Obviously it was a struck nerve. Perfect, it was exactly the sort of topic that was choice, therefor, to continue on.
"Oh, really?" he continued on, giving a round circular motion with his hand, deciding as long as he wasn't going to get an answer he may as well continue as though he had, "So boys then?"
Kikumaru suddenly jerked back in his seat, sending a salt shaker flying across the aisle, and earning them the bitter glare of a waitress.
Atobe turned his head, watching the salt shaker spin to a rattling stop on the black-and-white tiled floor. He turned back to Kikumaru, cracking his face into a slightly amused smirk.
the red-head was now intensely staring at his sandwich and clenching the end of the table with his fingertips, as though the whole scene would suddenly fly away from him if he lost that intense concentration and allowed his grip to slack.
Atobe leaned close again, almost entirely across the table and practically purred the word, thinning his eyes to slits and folding his hands under his chin, "Ooishi?"
Kikumaru chocked suddenly, and pitched forward to near impact with the table, sending the drinks sloshing to their rims. Despite a fevered red glow running up his neck, and the wide-eyed panicked look of near rage, he hissed out a few frantic syllables about being quiet. "We're just friends... it's mean to say something like that."
"So you've never kissed anyone, then?"
Kikumaru stopped his muttering suddenly and tilted his head slightly at the question. "What's that supposed t-"
Atobe finally spotted his opening there, ducking quickly across the table and pulling Kikumaru into a kiss. He felt Kikumaru squeak beneath him and tense for a struggle before finally relaxing back. The moment was perfectly timed, everything had fallen silent indicating to Atobe that he did, in fact, have an audience.
He let the whole thing end slowly, short enough to hold attention but suspenseful enough to be satisfying.
The key was to end it suddenly.
Without warning he stood and dropped a tip on the table.
"I'll see you later then?" he smiled and flipped a stray piece of hair back behind his ear, "Sounds marvelous."
And with every eye on him, just as planned, he showed himself to the door.
The part which should never have been! Naw, in all reality, this should have all happened in one story, but I have an infamously short attention span.
Kikumaru poked disdainfully at his sandwich, trying firmly to avoid eye contact with the silver-haired boy sitting across from him. This was absolutely one of the worst days he'd ever gotten himself trapped in. He ran his tongue over his teeth wondering idly if he'd even remembered to brush them in his mad dash out the door this morning.
"You can eat it, you know."
"Huh?" He'd completely phased out, and suddenly being spoken to threw him off slightly. He frowned across the table, raising his eyes just enough to see Atobe' nearly-empty plate. The most expensive off the menu, he recalled with a disdainful thought towards his wallet. "I'm not hungry" he muttered.
"Really?" with a clatter of silverware and dishes, Atobe cleared a space for his arms and leaned forward onto the table. Resting his chin on his crossed wrists he bought himself directly into Kikumaru's gaze. There was a bizarre amusement is watching him continue to try and avoid direct eye contact, his brow wrinkling, his mouth pulling just barely into a frown, the slight twitch of his cheek below his customary white bandage.
Atobe smirked slightly, "So, are you seeing anyone?"
Kikumaru blushed just slightly. Obviously it was a struck nerve. Perfect, it was exactly the sort of topic that was choice, therefor, to continue on.
"Oh, really?" he continued on, giving a round circular motion with his hand, deciding as long as he wasn't going to get an answer he may as well continue as though he had, "So boys then?"
Kikumaru suddenly jerked back in his seat, sending a salt shaker flying across the aisle, and earning them the bitter glare of a waitress.
Atobe turned his head, watching the salt shaker spin to a rattling stop on the black-and-white tiled floor. He turned back to Kikumaru, cracking his face into a slightly amused smirk.
the red-head was now intensely staring at his sandwich and clenching the end of the table with his fingertips, as though the whole scene would suddenly fly away from him if he lost that intense concentration and allowed his grip to slack.
Atobe leaned close again, almost entirely across the table and practically purred the word, thinning his eyes to slits and folding his hands under his chin, "Ooishi?"
Kikumaru chocked suddenly, and pitched forward to near impact with the table, sending the drinks sloshing to their rims. Despite a fevered red glow running up his neck, and the wide-eyed panicked look of near rage, he hissed out a few frantic syllables about being quiet. "We're just friends... it's mean to say something like that."
"So you've never kissed anyone, then?"
Kikumaru stopped his muttering suddenly and tilted his head slightly at the question. "What's that supposed t-"
Atobe finally spotted his opening there, ducking quickly across the table and pulling Kikumaru into a kiss. He felt Kikumaru squeak beneath him and tense for a struggle before finally relaxing back. The moment was perfectly timed, everything had fallen silent indicating to Atobe that he did, in fact, have an audience.
He let the whole thing end slowly, short enough to hold attention but suspenseful enough to be satisfying.
The key was to end it suddenly.
Without warning he stood and dropped a tip on the table.
"I'll see you later then?" he smiled and flipped a stray piece of hair back behind his ear, "Sounds marvelous."
And with every eye on him, just as planned, he showed himself to the door.
