EVERYTHING IS UNSAID . Reaction, the third of four chapters. The last one will be up once I get a suitable amount of reviews for this chapter/whenever I become unlazy. 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. Thank you. I also apologise for the length of this particular chapter. WARNING: This chapter contains two males making out. Read at your own risk.

Yes, Eiji was definitely excited. He began gently hitting Oishi in the arm.

"I've always wanted to make out with someone; it looks like fun!"

Oishi turned an even darker shade of red; it would not be fun because he had no idea what to do or where his hands should go.

"Do we really have --"

Before he could finish his sentence, Eiji was climbing into his lap and wrapping his arms around his neck and Oishi was sure he had stopped breathing, especially when Eiji moved his face closer, tilting his head to the side, getting ready - and then, for the first time in his life - Oishi stopped thinking altogether.

His tennis partner's lips were coming towards his own and, ignoring the several pairs of eyes looking at him and becoming oblivious to the sounds of Inui's pen rushing across the sheets of paper in his notebook, Oishi prepared for his first kiss.

Eiji's lips were soft when they finally met his own, and they tasted sweet, like the batter from the cake.

With his heart beating out of his chest, Oishi's body reacted on its own and he found his hands moving to Eiji's waist as he kissed the other back.

Eiji moved quickly, taking no time at all to part Oishi's thin lips with his tongue, slipping it inside.

Parting his lips a bit more, Oishi responded happily to Eiji's tongue.

The kiss was overall sloppy, fast, and messy yet gentle, perfect, and everything Oishi had ever dreamed of.

As their tongues continued to collide, it became harder for Oishi to force back moans and he had trouble believing that it had been Eiji's first time making out with anyone.

However, the kiss ended as fast as it had begun and Eiji broke apart after gently nibbling on Oishi's lower lip. The red head was grinning brightly as he wiped off his face with the back of his hand.

Oishi, the brightest shade of pink he had ever been, panted heavily, sitting still as though paralyzed. Eiji gently wiped off Oishi's face using the pad of his thumb and made no attempt to move from his spot in Oishi's lap.

As his heart beat finally began to return to normal, Oishi leaned back into the couch, ignoring the fact that his best friend was sitting on top of him.

"Ryoma - truth or -"

"I'm not playing."

And that was that.