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All at once Kazuma felt hands on his bare shoulders, strong fingers slowly kneading his sore, tense flesh and the aching muscle beneath, thumbs rubbing over the base of his neck and fingers delving into the dips and indents of his skin.
His head lulled, his lips parting in a silent moan of appreciation.
"Damn, Kimishima, you should be a professional. I've never met anyone who could give a back-rub like you can."
Kazuma's sentiments were met with a low chuckle. "Well thanks, but I think I'd prefer a different profession in life."
The younger man shrugged, his best friend's fingers eliciting another breathless moan from his soft lips. Kimishima's honey-coloured eyes narrowed, and he cocked his head to the side, glancing down at his companion.
"You're incredibly tense. Have a bad day?"
Kazuma nodded limply. "Yeah, it hasn't been the best day for me. But what can ya do?" His voice was hollow and Kimishima sensed there was more wrong that his friend was letting on.
"I'm sorry," He said sympathetically. "Come here, bud."
Kimishima shifted, moving to wrap his arms around his companion in a gesture of comfort, but at that moment, Kazuma turned, facing his friend and opening his mouth to say more.
When their lips met, the shock alone was enough to make time seemingly stand still. For a few breathless moments neither moved, unsure of how to react or of what to do.
Kazuma finally pulled away, gazing dizzily at his best friend, his head spinning as he tried to ignore the pleasant tingling dancing on his lips.
"What the hell was that?" The older man whispered, trying to ignore the flush of blood to his cheeks and the mad pounding of his heart.
"An accident." Kazuma stated in a low voice, his tone serious as if he was trying to convince himself of that truth.
"What," Kimishima hesitated, his words faltering on his lips. "What do we do now?"
Kazuma swallowed, combing a trembling hand through his hair and shaking his head uneasily.
"I don't know, but we can't tell anyone. You know, they'll," He bit his bottom lip nervously. "They'll get the wrong idea about us. We're just friends, you know."
Kimishima had been nodding at his companion's words, noticing how he'd become more and more nervous with each word he'd said.
"I know, I know, Kazuma, calm down, it was an accident, remember?" The older man was glad that his voice sounded much more calm and reasonable than he actually felt, his blood still racing from the simple touch he'd dreamed about for the past several years…
"Yeah, accident." Kazuma swallowed again, before raising his head and glancing into his companion's eyes.
Kimishima wasn't sure what changed between them in that instance when they locked eyes, but before he knew what was happening, Kazuma was on top of him, their lips connected and their bodies pressed together in a way they'd never been before.
When Kazuma pulled away to breathe, Kimishima whispered his name, not daring to speak the question lingering on both their minds.
"We'll talk later." Kazuma whispered back, before claiming his friend's lips once again.
"Mmkay," Kimishima closed his amber eyes, deciding to wait and see how long they could make it last.
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AN: This is number 50, babes.
I never thought a dare from my cousin could ever have turned into this much. Thank you to everyone who has read and commented.
Love to all of you!