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***The title comes from my favorite mixed drink, which makes an appearance in this chapter!

***This chapter is also a little longer than the others. I'm starting a new job, so until I get into the flow of the new job, my postings might be a little slower, so I wanted to make this one longer.

***Warnings: Language, mild smut and sexual scenes, naughty scenes, slow burn, angst and fluff, humor, suspense

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Chapter 4: Saint Germain and Champagne

"Oh, man, my arms hurt!" Kirishima rolls his stiff shoulders while Bakugo pulls the canoe from the water. "Paddling is hard work!"

Bakugo cracks his back after pulling out the canoe. "I have to admit, I'd never seen anyone paddle as fas as you did,"

Kirishima looks at him with frightened eyes. "I saw the lake monster, Bakgo! I saw him! Or Her! All Might! That wasn't a fish! It was-" he stretches his arms out as wide as they could go. "It was like THAT long! The face was flat and long! I think it was an eel!" He gasps. "What if it's the same kind of creature as the Loch Ness Monster?"

Bakugo can't help but smirk, hands on his hips at Kirishima's hysteria and wild imagination. "Kiri, generations of people have lived at that castle and none have claimed to see the Loch Ness Monster. It was only visitors and tourists and invaders and so on," Kirishima sticks his tongue out at him. "If anything, All Might is most likely a really big species of catfish. They can grow to massive sizes, especially in lakes like these that are rarely damaged or touched by humans."

"But it was bumping our boat! What if we were to tip over? What if he, or she, would swallow us whole? Like that guy in the Bible- Pinnochio!"

"Oh my God, stop talking," he pictures Kirishima with donkey ears. "Where did you get your Master's Degree from? Camp Snoopy?"

"No!" Kirishima snaps at him. "I graduated high school and-" He clears his throat.

"Ah. So you have a GED? Good Enough Degree?" He smirks.

"You're a jerk," Kirishima pouts, then his lips turn upward in a smile. "That was kinda funny. You're a funny guy, Katsuki Bakugo," he wipes the sweat from his brow. "Whew, it's getting hot! I need to change into something lighter!"

Bakugo nods. "Me too," He says, pausing a moment to glance at Kirishima's retreating form. "Hey," he calls. "Pack a small lunch,"

"Huh? Why? Are we going somewhere?"

Bakugo nods. "I'm taking you to a special island, like this one, only much smaller,"

"I don't know if I want to go out on the water again just yet,"

"We'll take the dinghy. Just do it. Meet me at my dock in 15 minutes."

Bakugo waits on his dock for Kirishima to arrive, dressed in cargo shorts, hiking boots, and a black muscle top. He brought his sling backpack that houses his lunch, a few beers, and his phone. This spot he is taking Kirishima to is a small pool of water that his mother would take him to when he was a boy. When they came in the summer, it was the first spot he wanted to go to, bringing toy ships and other bath toys to play with. As he grew older, it became a private spot just for him to rest and relax, and because it was away from the mainland, as well as the main island, it was the best spot to get some natural tanning.

After his 'talk' with Shoto last night, he could use that special spot, and oddly enough, he wanted Kirishima with him.

"Yo! I'm here! Only two minutes late!" Kirishima joins the blonde on the dock. "So, where are we going?"

"You'll see. It won't take long to get there,"

Kirishima gets onto the boat after Bakugo and makes sure his camera is safely tucked in his backpack. He's excited to see where Bakugo wants to take him! The man has opened up since last night, though Kirishima knows it's best not to mention anything about it; just keep things simple and normal, two guys enjoying the outdoors. As they go down the lake, Kirishima watches the main island get smaller, but isn't out of sight when they reach the other, much smaller island.

It has only a handful of trees and a wet, soggy bank. It was too small for a house- maybe an outhouse or a little fishing hut, but that's about all. When he steps onto the bank, he lets out a little breath as he sees a small ring of wild blueberry bushes!

"Here's what I wanted to show you," Bakugo waves Kirishima over and they walk a few steps past the blueberry bushes and stop at the small water hole.

Kirishima looks at the modern marvel, a small watering hole made by the earth and the lake. "It's like a bathtub!"

"That's what I've always used it as," Bakugo says and takes off his tank top.

Kirishima blushes. "Uh…?"

"Don't be a pussy. There's nothing in here. The water is clear. Look."

'That's not what I'm looking at,' Kirishima thinks. "It's too small to swim in,"

"It's not for swimming, it's for relaxing...or bathing," Bakugo tells him. "When I was a little boy, my mother used to bathe me in this same spot. It's the opposite of a hot tub. Come on- cool off."

Kirishima swallows hard and quickly turns his head away when Bakugo strips completely. He glances slightly, unable to help himself from letting his eyes rake over Bakugo's perfect body, muscles and all. No tan lines, either. Bakugo's skin is one solid shade- he might as well be a god on earth. Kirishima feels his throat become dry and he digs quickly into his bag for a water bottle.

"Hey! You coming or what?"

"I...um...didn't bring my swimsuit," He meets Bakugo's narrowed eyes. "But I guess I don't really need it!" 'Wow, he's not ashamed or the least bit embarrassed to be completely naked in front of another person,' Kirishima thinks to himself, swallowing hard. 'Oh man, the front of my pants are getting tight! This isn't good!' Behind him, he hears Bakugo slip into the water. 'Okay! It's now or never! Just...we'll move fast!'

Kirishima goes to the water hole and takes off his shoes and shirt but pauses at the buttons of his shorts. He's a little aroused, and there's no way Bakugo won't notice. Unless…

"Hey, is that All Might again?" Kirishima points to the water behind Bakugo, who looks. As Bakugo turns, Kirishima quickly removes his pants.

"I don't see him,"

"Keep looking!" Kirishima almost tripped trying to get his pants away from his ankles and manages to get into the water before Bakugo turns back around. Kirishima grins and says, "This water is nice and cool! Perfect for a hot day!"

Bakugo opens up his bag and takes out two beers. "Yeah, I know. Beer?"

"Sure thing!" When Bakugo hands him the beer, he holds the top out in a cheer. "Cheers?"

Bakugo mumbles and taps the tip of his bottle with Kirishima's. "I needed to relax today but didn't want to leave you alone on the island,"

"Oh. I hope I'm not bothering you?"

"No, you dummy. As I said, I didn't want to leave you alone on the island, so I brought you with me. You can film some of this for your stupid show," he sips the beer.

Kirishima tilts his head slightly as he studies Bakugo's face, seeing the slight dark lines under the red eyes. Looking at Bakugo now, in the natural sunlight, he can tell the man hasn't slept. "Something bothering you? You look tired."

"...I called Shoto last night after you went to bed,"

"Oh. How'd it go?"

"He fired me," Bakugo states flatly. "Now that we aren't a couple anymore, he doesn't want an 'uncomfortable' work environment. So, I'm out of a job,"

"What? He can't fire you because of that! I think you should take legal action!"

Bakugo scoffs through his teeth. "You don't know that family. They're millionaires with lawyers and connections by the dozens. Besides, I wouldn't want to work there anyway. I couldn't stand to see that bastard every day,"

"Was that all he said?" Kirishima asks. "What about Deku? Did you call him?"

"I did, but he's away for the weekend."

"...what do you plan to say to Deku when you talk to him? I mean, if he already refuses Shoto's advances out of respect to you, he might leave the company too. That's what I would do if I were Deku."

"...his name's Izuku Midoriya...I call him Deku, but only I call him that. And...I'm debating what to say to him,"

Kirishima sips the beer, looks up at the blue sky, then says, "I think you already have something you want to say to him."

"I know Shitty Deku better than anyone. He can only hold off on his feelings for so long. I'm well aware of his feelings for Shoto...but Shoto dumped me once he got bored. I want to tell Deku he'll do the same to him after a year or two. That virgin bullshit ends pretty quickly," Bakugo says with some disdain in his tone. "The fun is in the chase- the want and the desire to have what you can't. Once you get it and have it, soon it loses its spark. Shoto wants Deku all the more because he's not giving in," Bakugo turns his gaze to the beer bottle. "I gave in way too easily, and I wasn't a virgin."

"Bakugo, to be completely honest with you, I think that whole 'innocence' thing is throwing you off. I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume that, a big rich family like Shoto's need to keep up appearances, so someone like Izuku is a better match. But that's a reality for one type of person, Bakugo. For guys like you and me, average guys, in this day and age...that kind of stuff doesn't really matter. At least, it doesn't to me. I don't care how many guys you've been with, so long as it was consensual,"

"I was very popular on Tinder years ago," He states flatly.

"Oh. I never went on those sites. I haven't had much...experience with...um...you know...bedroom stuff."

Bakugo raises an amused brow. "Bedroom stuff? You mean like sheets and curtains? Throw pillows?" He teases.

Kirishima glares at him with a blush. "You know damn well what I mean, you jerk!"

"Are you a virgin?" Bakugo asks him.

Kirishima blushes bright red. "Um...yes and...no?"

"What does that mean? Jacking off another guy?"

"Wow, you are blunt," Kirishima sinks into the water. "I...explored with and dated a small handful of guys. I tried intimacy with one but...well...he didn't like it much and I couldn't go through with it if he wasn't liking it, so that was that. I tried both guys and girls, but mostly guys."

Bakugo grits his teeth and says, "Thanks for being so damned honest with me,"

"Huh? What? Did I say something wrong? Bakugo, you asked me, and I told you! Why are you suddenly so mad?" Kirishima gasps a little when he realizes the truth behind Bakugo's change in expressions. "Bakugo? Are you...jealous of Izuku? Do you feel if, your roles were reversed...Shoto would then want to be with you?"

Bakugo's eyes widen at Kirishima and it feels like his heart shattered in four places. Kirishima is right. The redhead bastard was RIGHT. He IS jealous of Deku; he DOES wish the roles were reversed; he DOES want Shoto to view him like Deku. How weak and idiotic is that? He should be ashamed of himself.

"Hey, Bakugo, nothing is your fault!" Kirishima's voice is slightly elevated when he sees Bakugo's face become pale. "You've done NOTHING wrong! Do you hear me? Nothing! You are who you are, and if Shoto can't accept that, then that's his problem, not yours! If everybody was the same, then the world would be boring and there would be no variety! I want you to be proud of who you are!" He wasn't expecting Bakugo's lips to suddenly press against his.

Kirishima tenses up at the incredibly soft texture of Bakugo's lips. One wouldn't think they could be so soft considering the mantra of insults and curse words that pass through them. When Bakugo pulls away, the hard-faced blonde has a hint of pink across his cheeks. Kirishima's own face turns red and heats up.

"Do you really think that?" Bakugo asks when they pull away.

"T-Think what?"

"About me."

"I'm not sure what you mean? Oh-" Suddenly, Bakugo was straddling his lap in the water and strong arms wrap around his neck. Bakugo is hugging him. The wild blonde stallion is letting his guard down, and only for him! Kirishima holds him back, taking in the sweet scent of Bakugo mixed with earth and sunscreen. He wanted to curse himself and his dick for getting hard at Bakugo's perfect body pressed against him. Bakugo is seeking comfort right now while his walls are down, and Kirishima shouldn't be aroused. There was something poking at the muscles of his lower stomach, which can only be one thing. Kirishima grins stupidly and blushes hard, filled with anxiety and wanton desire.

"Hey, Shitty-Hair," Bakugo whispers against Kirishima's neck, "Do you think I'm a whore?"

The blush leaves Kirishima's face and for a moment, he understands what Bakugo is asking of him. "No, I don't think that of you," he replies softly. "If it's something you enjoy, and it's your choice, then it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. Sex is natural, it's not wrong...people make it bad, and it shouldn't be."

Bakugo smiles against Kirishima's skin and nips at the redhead's neck. "Either you're smarter than you look, or you're a sweet-talking rascal." Bakugo pulls away with a hint of a sultry look and gets out of the water. "You want some blueberries? I'll pick us some,"

Kirishima bites his bottom lip and nods, watching the naked Bakugo go over to the bushes, bending and crouching to pick the tiny fruits. Kirishima clenches his eyes shut and begs his erection to go away. 'C-Camera! Yeah! My camera! That will keep my mind busy!' he pulls his bag over and takes out the camera, turning it on and filming the area, minus the blueberry-picking nymph. He films the sky, the water, the boat, his things…

"Put that thing down and pay attention to me!"

Kirishima smiles crookedly at the naked blonde standing before him with a palm-full of blueberries and puts the camera down, thinking he turned it off, but it kept recording.

Bakugo gets back into the water and hands Kirishima half the blueberries. "Eat," he says, popping one in his mouth.

Kirishima does so, watching Bakugo carefully as the blonde took his time eating the wild fruit. Kirishima was shocked when Bakugo balanced one of the blueberries on the tip of his tongue for a second before catching it in his mouth. Kirishima's heart races in his chest and his blood is pumping, wondering what other things Bakugo can do with that tongue. Erotic thoughts were not really his thing, and watching porn is something he did as a young teen into his early twenties, but he never cared much for it. He only did it because it was normal, sort of expected, and he did have sexual needs.

"You dropped a blueberry," Bakugo says,

"In the water?" Kirishima asks, looking down.

Bakugo smirks. "No. Right here," he reached out to Kirishima's chest with one of the blueberries between his fingers and pops it against the redhead's skin, directly in the center of the strong chest.

'Is he being...playful?' Kirishima asks himself, a little confused but then is distracted when that same tongue slowly licked away the tiny purple stream of blueberry juice. Bakugo's thumb brushes over one of his nipples as he pulls away, licking his lips. "You missed a spot," Kirishima says, taking his last one to pop it on his skin. "Right here."

"Did I now?" Bakugo smirks and instead of licking it off, he disappoints Kirishima (on purpose) by wiping it away with the back of his hand. "There. All gone."

"But-"

Bakugo seats himself in Kirishima's lap again, pressing their growing erections together, enjoying the shocked and flushed expression on the other's face. "Did you ever have a guy in your lap like this?" He asks.

"I...um...maybe? I think so?" Kirishima lets out a little moan and says, "It's...um...your… 'thing' is...pressing against mine."

"If you don't like it-" Bakugo pretends to pull away, expecting Kirishima to pull him back, and he wasn't wrong.

"NO! Um...I just want to…make sure you're doing this...like this...right here...because you...um...you want to! Not to make a point or anything...or feel like you have to…"

Bakugo pinches Kirishima's nose. "Don't ruin the moment, idiot," he says. "You're clearly a virgin, but that's fine- I can make you feel really good- if you want me to?" Kirishima nods frantically. "Thought so."

Kirishima closes his eyes, letting his head tilt back as Bakugo starts to thrust and rub up against him. The delicious pressure of their cocks pressing and rubbing together sent shivers of pleasure through his body, giving his hands a mind of their own as they explore every inch of Bakugo. The well-defined muscles, the deep curve of his lower back, the perfect cleft of an equally perfect, tight ass. This man rubbing and moaning against him had to be a dream- he was just too perfect. How in the hell Shoto could dump this devilish nymph? Well, that's Shoto's loss and HIS gain.

"Wait...I'm gonna...you know…" Kirishima tries to push Bakugo away, feeling his climax was nearing.

"So? Let loose," Bakugo pushes harder against him and nibbles on Kirishima's earlobe. He smirks when he feels the rock hard body shudder violently against him and the redhead let out a long, low moan. Due to the water, he couldn't feel the other's cum but knows it's there. He didn't cum himself, but doesn't give Kirishima a moment to relax. He takes the redhead's hand and places it on his erection. "I haven't finished,"

Kirishima was panting after the extreme orgasm he just had, never having felt anything like it before. If that was only from rubbing and dry humping, what would it be like when they were making love? Uh oh. He's thinking too far ahead. And then, his hand is on Bakugo's dick, still swollen and hard. Kirishima's done this before, and he doesn't have to be told twice. He begins stroking Bakugo's cock, blushing with desire at hearing the blonde's soft pants and tiny grunts. Bakugo likes what he is doing; the man is arching backward and forwards, voicing his pleasure. Kirishima welcomes the playful bites and nips of Bakugo's lips and teeth. The blonde presses forward and tilts his head back as he ejaculates. Kirishima wished he could feel it in his palm. Darn water!

"That was good," Bakugo pants out, smirking at the redhead and licking the other's lips. "We should be getting back though."

"Huh? Oh. Right." Kirishima was still in a haze of pleasure and afterglow.

As they were getting out of the water, Kirishima noticed that the red light on his camera was still blinking. He had forgotten to turn it off! And it was facing right at them! However, seeing Bakugo's still naked body standing in the warm sun, and what they just did, Kirishima shamelessly turned off the camera and decided to NOT erase nor tape over their special moment together. He would watch it later.

Sitting his room, in the dark, Kirishima can see the lights from Bakugo's cabin. The man wasn't asleep yet, and he REALLY wanted to watch their moment together. He checked the door and windows three times. Bakugo can't get in.

Finally finding the courage, Kirishima closes his bedroom curtains, opens the front of his sleep pants, and plays back the scene. Seeing Bakugo on camera does not do the man justice- not at all. Kirishima had the lotion ready beforehand, stroking his shaft as he watched the 'sinful' scene on the small screen. Bakugo would probably KILL HIM if he knew this was caught on camera. Kirishima pants heavily, stroking harder and in time with Bakugo's movements. If there were a god or gods, then they have blessed him with something truly wonderful. He orgasms again when Bakugo does, though the effects were not as intense as earlier. Nothing on screen beats the real thing.

"Bakugo...you're beautiful," Kirishima whispers and smiles at the screen, pausing it at a perfect moment when Bakugo's perfect body and face was just at the perfect angle. Feeling like a sixteen-year-old hormonal teenager again, he kisses Bakugo's image on the camera screen.

There's a knock on the door.

"GAH! SHIT!" Kirishima closes the camera and stuffs himself back in his pajama pants. He might as well have had his parents knocking on the door! He was too old for feeling like he was caught red-handed! "WHO IS IT?"

"...seriously?" Comes Bakugo's voice.

Kirishima slaps his hand to his face, but it was his masturbation hand, and he hadn't had a chance to clean it off yet. 'Gross!' "ONE MINUTE!" Kirishima cleans himself up and almost throws open the door. "HI!"

Bakugo looks a little surprised, then looks down at Kirishima's pants. "Either you were peeing or having fun without me,"

Kirishima realized he never buttoned the front of his sleep pants and turns dark red, feeling ready to pass out.

"Judging by your reaction, I'd say it was the second thing," He smirks. "Anyway, I came to tell you that tomorrow night, there is going to be a small meteor shower. I heard it on the weather radio. We'll be able to see it here without the presence of city lights. Thought we could...watch it together."

Kirishima finally gathers himself enough to answer with a 'yes.' "That sounds...well...perfect! Like a date?"

"Yeah...I guess you could call it that,"

"It's a date then!" Kirishima grins. "I'll make us dinner! We can watch it here at my place! Together!"

"...yeah. Sounds good. Also, I'm going into town tomorrow for...something. You'll be okay on the island alone until sunset, right?"

Kirishima nods. "Yeah! I'm a big boy!" He laughs. "I need to film more stuff anyway. Also, um...thanks for today."

"You've told me that already. About a hundred times."

"Yeah well...I liked it a lot,"

"...I did too. Well, see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Bakugo."

Bakugo sits alone in the corner booth of the town diner nursing a cup of coffee and poorly cooked eggs. He didn't tell Kirishima the exact reason, or reasons, he was coming into town. The first one, he needed to get away and think without Kirishima distracting him. Second, he had to pick up condoms, just in case tonight gets heated (which he hopes it will). Third, he was out of beer. There is a brewery here and he'll pick up a few cases, but he also wanted to get a bottle of champagne and St. Germaine for the meteor shower tonight.

Back when he was dating Shoto, St. Germain and champagne became his favorite drink even though Shoto hated it. On his break at work, Shoto would have a glass waiting for him. It is a mixed drink he only saves for special occasions and having lunch with Shoto was always a 'special occasion,' at least to him. Kirishima is different, though. Kirishima would accept his drink and even share it with him without making a face as Shoto did. Deku is a lightweight who only drank wine coolers- anything else and the man would be passed out on the nearest surface. Probably another reason why Shoto likes Deku more than him.

And, speaking of Deku, his cell phone vibrates as it rings on silent. It's Deku. Bakugo takes his phone and tells the waiter he'll be right back, going outside to take the call. "What?" he says flatly.

'Kacchan! It's so good to hear your voice! I just got your message! Where have you been?'

"Away." He says. "I couldn't stay there."

'...I understand. I'm so glad you finally called me back. I've been so worried,'

"I'm fine, Deku. I just wanted to be alone. You can understand that,"

'I can, but I also know how much you must be hurting and...and I didn't want you to be alone. I know I'm the last person you want to see, but-'

"It's fine, Deku. Okay? Stop apologizing. Besides, Shoto fired me, so I won't be seeing you at work anymore."

'What? He fired you? But...but why?'

"Isn't it obvious? He can't look at me knowing we were dating and fucking while you are passing by stirring coffee!"

'Kacchan-'

"He'll do it to you too, Deku," Bakugo says. "He'll get bored of you the same way he did me- I was just stupid enough to fucking fall for it!"

'Kacchan! Don't say that! If I had known...I would have never gone on those dates with Shoto! Didn't you listen to my messages? I'm not going to date Shoto, not after what he did to you,'

"And you, too." Bakugo reminds him. "He was playing you while still in a relationship with me. Who the fuck knows how many times he was thinking of you while sleeping with me."

'...if he let you go because you loved him, then I'll leave the company too!'

"Don't be stupid, Deku. I know you love him...I did too." he whispers the last part, hating himself for falling in love.

'But I love you too, Kacchan. He hurt you so much...and I know how you are...with your feelings. That's why I was so concerned when I heard you left without a word! I wanted to be with you and help you,'

'Stupid, shitty Deku,' Bakugo closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. 'Shoto doesn't deserve you.' "Don't worry, okay? I'm actually here with someone, so I'm not alone."

'Really? Who is it? A friend?'

"You actually know him. You watch him on YouTube. Eijiro Kirishima."

'Are you serious? But...how? That's so weird!'

"He apparently knows one of the owners of the lake cabin where my parents have ours," he says. "He's here filming for his web show."

'Can you get me his autograph? I know it sounds stupid but-'

"Yeah, yeah, I know. You're a fanboy of almost anything."

'You should give me his number, in case something happens,' Izuku says. 'And...I sort of just want to talk to him about his shows!'

Bakugo rolls his eyes. "Sure. I'll text it to you later."

'Kacchan...you sound a lot better talking about Kirishima...are you happy right now?'

"...I don't know. I think so…" He never really spoke openly to anyone other than Deku. "He's helping me forget about Shoto."

'Good! I want you to be happy, Kacchan.'

"But don't leave the company," Bakugo tells him. "He pays you well. I'll move on and get back on my feet in no time."

'...that will be hard for me to do, knowing he hurt you.'

"Well, just don't do it, okay? I've got to go.'

'Okay, Kacchan. Thanks for calling me back. And I'm glad you're feeling happy. I love you, Kacchan. You know that.'

"Yeah. I know. See ya later."

'Bye, Kacchan!'

Bakugo turns off his phone.

When Bakugo returns to the island at sunset, he drops off the beer and his other things at the cabin before going to Kirishima's. In a cooler bag, he has the Saint Germain and the champagne, along with two wine glasses. In his pocket are two condoms. As he approaches the cabin, he can hear the crackling of fire coming from the back. He walks around and sees the 'romantic dinner' setup Kirishima has.

"Bakugo! You're back! I've missed you!"

Bakugo looks at their 'dinner' on the open grill: hot dogs and a can of baked beans. Beside the grill are graham crackers, two Hersey bars, and a bag of generic brand marshmallows. And here he is, standing with a cooler bag of expensive liquor and two wine glasses.

"Dinner will be ready soon! What's in the bag?" Kirishima gasps and slaps his hands to his face. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry, Bakugo! You don't eat this kind of food! Shit! I totally forgot!"

"You know what, it's alright," Bakugo says. "It's not like I never ate hot dogs and beans before. Or S'mores."

"S'mores are my favorite dessert when camping like this!" Kirishima grins. "I promise the hot dogs and beans are good! So, how was your trip to town?"

"It was fine," he sets the cooler bag on the table and takes out the two bottles. "I got us special drinks for the meteor shower,"

"Oh? What is it?"

"It's my favorite mixed drink," Bakugo tells him. "Saint Germain and champagne. I thought you would like it...I don't give it to myself often. It's a treat."

"Sure! I'll try anything!"

They sit down to dinner, hot dogs and baked beans, talking about this and that. Once it got dark, they set up blankets on the ground and bring out throw pillows. Bakugo mixes the drinks for them and Kirishima clinks the wine glasses together. Both take a sip and Kirishima grins, saying that it tastes great and that he'll want more later.

Bakugo has a brief flashback to the first time he had the drink with Shoto.

'I'm surprised someone like you enjoys something so sweet,' Shoto had said.

Bakugo pushes the memory from his head. "Let's lay down. The meteor shower should be starting soon."

Once they are laying down, side-by-side, Kirishima starts to talk about what he did and saw today until the first shooting star went across the sky. He pointed to it, and Bakugo nods, saying he saw it too. Kirishima makes a bold move and slides closer to Bakugo and threads his fingers with the other. His heart leaps when Bakugo doesn't pull away. With their heads and hands together, they watch the dark sky as the shooting stars pass overhead. Kirishima had never seen anything so beautiful, and he was sharing this moment with Bakugo, someone he was coming to care for.

Out here, in the middle of the wilderness, away from all the hardships of the modern world, it really did feel as if they were the only two people left. And this was their paradise.

"I love it here, Bakugo," Kirishima says, watching another shooting star go by. "Thank you for sharing this night with me," he lets out a little 'eep' when Bakugo rolls on top of him, folding his arms over his chest.

"The night's not over yet," Bakugo says.

"Oh?"

"Reach into my right pocket," Bakugo tells him.

Kirishima does so, fishing through the pocket and pulls out a wrapped condom. He blushes deeply and swallows hard. "I...uh…"

"I want sex," Bakugo demands. "And I know you want it, too."

"I don't,"

Bakugo looks surprised, then hurt. "W-what? But...I thought...after yesterday-" He's surprised again when they flip over and Kirishima's weight is pressing down upon him.

"I want to...make love with you," Kirishima tells him. "Not sex. I want to make love."

Bakugo stares up at the redhaired man with the look of honest determination on his flushed face. "I've never made love before," Bakugo says, and it was true. His Tinder days were just sex and fucking. Even with Shoto, he sort of thought it was lovemaking because he had feelings for Shoto. But looking back now, it wasn't lovemaking. It was fucking.

Kirishima smiles and chuckles. "Then you're still a virgin in one way, Bakugo!"

Bakugo can't believe it- his entire body flushes with heat from embarrassment and the deep desire to be with Kirishima after that one simple statement. Maybe he had had too much Saint Germain in his champagne. Whatever the case, he pulls Kirishima into a deep, hungry kiss and it is met with the same heated passion.

Inside Kirishima's cabin, his cell phone is ringing with an unknown number above a text from another unknown number.

Shoto taps his pen on his desk while calling Eijiro Kirishima's cell number and staring at Izuku's resignation email on his computer screen. He gets Eijiro Kirishima's voicemail. "...I guess I will speak to you another time then, Eijio Kirishima." he hangs up. Izuku was really too naive sometimes. Izuku let him know where Bakugo was, and who Bakugo is with. He goes back to look at Izuku's text, which came an hour BEFORE the resignation letter. Both were different. What happened in that time frame between this text and the email?

'Kacchan is safe! I spoke to him a little while ago! He's with one of my favorite YouTube stars! Can you believe it? Here's Kirishima's number, in case we need to get in touch with Kacchan. I think the three of us should sit down and really talk about what happened.'

Shoto looks at the resignation email again, brings his curser up to the top right corner, and clicks 'delete.'

TBC