EVERYTHING IS UNSAID. Cake, Couches, and Kisses, the second of four chapters. I apologise in advance for making Oishi obsessive compulsive and for having Eiji lack a brain. As a disclaimer, I take no ownership to Prince of Tennis, Eiji (although I wish I did), or Oishi. This is all fake, but all of the fic was written by me. Please don't repost it elsewhere. Oh, and the more reviews I get, the faster the next chapter will be up. WARNING: This particular chapter contains two males kissing. Read at your own risk.
Their shower ended uneventfully; Eiji had remained oblivious to Oishi's nervousness the whole time, but Oishi's eyes never left Eiji's body as he washed himself. At one point, Eiji washed Oishi's hair but Oishi hardly took any notice and he collapsed against Eiji's small wet body with a sigh as he came to the painful realization that, to Eiji, it was nothing more than a shower between two best friends.
Eiji was so hard to understand that Oishi could never really be sure what he was thinking. He often wondered if Eiji ever thought at all.
A week later, the two of them were in Eiji's kitchen baking a cake for his birthday.
Oishi was focused on baking the cake for exactly the right time and at exactly the right temperature. He also taste tested the cake as he made it to avoid any mistakes that could be prevented. Eiji stood against the counter, licking one of the beaters. Now used to his heart beating out of his chest whenever Eiji did something remotely provocative, Oishi happily zoned out to his own world until he heard a giggle come from Eiji.
"You have batter on your nose," he said. Oishi blushed, but before he could do anything, Eiji was licking it off his nose for him.
"... Um. Thanks," Oishi said awkwardly as Eiji pulled away and began cleaning up the mess of cake mix and ingredients all over the counters.
Oishi checked his watch and gasped. "Everyone's going to be here soon! What if the cake isn't done in time?" He began flailing around the kitchen until Eiji reassured him that the Seigaku Tennis Team would not want to eat birthday cake as soon as they walked in the door.
Still a bit panicked, Oishi nearly jumped out of his skin when the doorbell rang. "You keep cleaning up; I'll get the door," he said, used to answering Eiji's door for him.
Fuji arrived first and within a half an hour the members of the Seigaku Tennis Team were crowded onto the couches or on the floor in the living room. Kaidoh hissed and crossed his arms while Inui scribbled away in his notebook. Tezuka and Ryoma sat in silence; Tezuka was sitting on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, leaning back into the couch as he crossed his arms over his chest. Ryoma sat on the floor near Tezuka's legs. Echizen's hat was covering his eyes and everyone knew he'd be sleeping again soon.
Oishi disappeared back into the kitchen, surprised to find a calm Eiji standing there licking his fingers as though his birthday party wasn't about to be completely ruined because of the lack of cake --
"Oh god, the cake!" Oishi exclaimed, running towards the oven.
Eiji stopped him by grabbing the back of Oishi's shirt – and there went his heart up to his throat and beating rapidly – and Oishi stopped dead in his tracks, arms extended out to his sides as if he were trying to fly. Feeling like a fool, he dropped his arms to his sides.
"Let's go see everyone!" Eiji exclaimed happily, unaffected as he dragged Oishi into the living room.
The red head shoved Oishi onto the couch and Eiji landed next to him, nearly on his lap since there was such a lack of room. Oishi's face was crimson and he hoped no one noticed. If they did, no one said anything.
"The cake's not going to be done for a while so let's play a game!" Eiji said happily.
"Like what?" Kaidoh hissed, still sulking.
"How about Truth Or Dare?" Momo suggested with a grin.
Everyone eventually agreed to it. Well, not everyone – Tezuka and Ryoma feigned deafness and gave no response while Oishi on the other hand became so flustered that he couldn't speak any real words. Inui only agreed to play so he could collect data on everyone. Kaidoh decided to play because Inui was playing. Eiji, Fuji, Momo, and Taka all actually wanted to play.
The dares they started off with were silly enough – drink Inui's juice, eat toothpaste, scream odd words out the window, call certain people. Not one person chose "truth" because they were boys and boys did not choose "truth" - except for Oishi, evidently.
"Who do you have a crush on?" Inui asked, an eyebrow raising high above his glasses as he prepared to write down the answer in his notebook.
Oishi was sure he stopped breathing for half a second. His palms sweaty, his face red, Oishi pursed his lips as he searched for an answer.
"... Goto Maki," he lied quickly, feeling his body tremble as it accidentally rubbed against Eiji's shoulder.
Goto Maki was a fairly famous Japanese singer, and Oishi felt all right even though he was blushing and trembling and sweating because he knew his friends thought it was just from his answer.
The game went on, and eventually the dares got a little more... daring, as proved by the dare Momo gave Fuji. "I dare you to kiss Tezuka. On the lips." The smile never faltered on Fuji's face, and Tezuka didn't even flinch or move a muscle.
So Fuji leaned over and kissed the Seigaku Tennis Captain on the lips. And that was that. Fuji remained calm and Tezuka never blinked. In his head, Oishi was going mad and wondering how the two remained so ... normal. They had just kissed! Oishi was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't hear Fuji calling his name for several seconds. A scary look came over Fuji's face – it was his serious face. "Oishi. Truth or dare?"
At that moment, Oishi decided he was done being a baby. He would step up and make the same choice as everyone else.
"Dare."
The scary serious look was still on Fuji's face and to say that Oishi was afraid would be an understatement.
"I dare you to... make out with Eiji. With tongue, of course."
Oishi's jaw nearly dropped to the ground. He didn't want to kiss any of his friends, but why had Fuji picked Eiji? Why not Kaidoh or Inui or anyone BUT Eiji! It was almost as if Fuji knew how much Oishi really DID want to make out with his best friend. Speaking of which -
"Wait! I can't do that! Eiji's my best friend," Oishi protested weakly.
"And Tezuka's mine," Fuji answered, looking at Oishi.
"But --"
Fuji still had the serious expression on his face and Oishi knew there was no way he could win the battle.
He glanced over to Eiji who looked... excited!
