Okay. Another one that I just jotted down in about 10 minutes. I get bored and just write and this is what came out this time. ). I hope it isn't TOO terrible.
"What are you talking about Saehara?"
"It would be great! Daisuke would never expect that of me!"
"You? What, and he would expect it from me?"
"We all know it's true." Saehara said with a sigh. Upon seeing Satoshi's obvious confusion he sighed again. "Come on Hiwatari. Even Daisuke would have a girlfriend if he had that many girls following him every minute."
Satoshi glared at the wanna be reporter.
/Why does he think I'm a friend of his, just because I'm a friend of Niwa's?/
/One of the mysteries of the human mind my love./
/I'm not going to pretend to be his boyfriend to pull some demented prank on Niwa. How mean.../
/You're not as smart as you'd like to think Satoshi-sama./
"Come on Hiwatari." Saehara widened his eyes and looked at the blue haired boy sadly, sniffing softly. "Please."
"You're impossible..." Satoshi mumbled, his eyes downcast. Saehara didn't seem to notice the uncharacteristic blush rising to Satoshi's cheeks as he was preoccupied, pressing his ear to Daisuke's bedroom door.
"He's coming!" He hissed, pushing Satoshi down onto Daisuke's bed and pressing his lips against the older boys.
Satoshi's eyes widened in shock. He hadn't been expecting something like this. But, it wasn't horrible, he decided, and he allowed his eyes to close.
Saehara smiled slightly and ran his tongue over Satoshi's lips, which immediately parted for him. Satoshi ran his hand up the younger boys chest until he reached the boys shoulder, and clutched a handful of the his shirt, pulling on it as if trying to pull them even close to each other, his other hand was on Saehara's waist, pushing it against his own. Saehara had a hand already going through Satoshi's blue hair, pulling on some of it lighty as the kiss became deeper.
Behind them the door swung open. There was a loud crash as a food tray, and all its contents, were dropped to the floor, and Emiko's squeak of surprise met their ears.
Both boys jumped up at once, turning quickly to see the woman standing in the doorway next to Daisuke, both of whom were bright red and looking rather shocked.
"I'm, I'm sorry boys. I'll make more." Emiko mumbled, gathering the spilled food and rushing out. Daisuke stood silently for a few moments, his eyes drifting from Satoshi's messy hair, to Takeshi's now wrinkled shirt, quickly over the rather obvious bulges in both boys' pants, to his bed.
"I have to change my sheets..."