Purposely Physical
A/N: I couldn't resist writing a second chapter of this one-shot with Kaidoh's PoV, so here you go!
It's been happening a lot lately, almost every day. Kaidoh doesn't initiate it, aside from the odd few times that he does (but those are so rare they don't count); it's Momoshiro who does it. Not only that, the frequency of their fights have gone up, doubled, no—tripled, which Kaidoh thinks is really just an excuse for Momoshiro to start doing what he likes to do several times a day. The worst part? Kaidoh lets him.
Hence why he's pushed against a metal rack this moment, some of the supplies jabbing into his back, but it's not like Momoshiro cares about his safety or wellbeing. Not even when Kaidoh groans in frustration and tells him to stop pushing him against the rack and get off of him already. No, Momoshiro has a one-track mind, and right now, that means he's only thinking about sucking face. Because he likes to do that.
Not that Kaidoh would ever admit to liking it.
But he lets him.
Inconspicuously, he tries to shift his position away from the rack, so that he can save his back from getting too many bruises. His lips slide across Momoshiro's wet ones as he side-steps away, but the idiot grabs his arms and slams him into the rack even more.
"Fucker!" Kaidoh yells out as one sharp metal object prods his spine.
"Shut up," murmurs Momoshiro. He returns to sucking Kaidoh's lips again, and Kaidoh does shut up.
He feels dizzy now, and his strength is slipping away. It might have something to do with the way Momoshiro nibbles on his bottom lip, which makes his lips feel sore but not in a bad way, or it could really just be that the sharp metal object is threatening to pierce through his skin. That's not good, especially when Momoshiro decides to press his entire body against Kaidoh, and now he's certain the object has pierced through his skin.
"Gah, damnit!" he screams and shoves Momoshiro off of him. The idiot awkwardly flails around and crashes against a stack of boxes behind him. Kaidoh finally jumps away from the rack and whirls around; there are scissors lying on one of the shelves. Fucking scissors.
"Dude, what the hell?" asks Momoshiro bewildered.
Kaidoh growls at Momoshiro. "Stop pushing me against things! I had scissors stabbing me in the back, moron—you know how much that hurts? Why don't you come over here for a second and I'll show you?"
Momoshiro grins sheepishly and shakes his head. "Relax, calm down, my bad, my bad."
He hisses at him; he knows Momoshiro is not sorry for it at all. He knows that all he wants to do is find a different rack to shove him up against. Well fuck that. He angrily stomps away and leaves the storage room.
"Mamushi!" calls Momoshiro after him, but he's already left.
Kaidoh thinks that next time, he'll shove Momoshiro up against something. But it's not like he's planning on doing something like this again, and he certainly isn't looking forward to it.
oOo
Kaidoh purses his lips at the mirror, then slides the stick of lip balm against his chapped lips. He doesn't really care much for it, it's not like he notices it or that it hurts, but he knows Momoshiro will complain. Not that he keeps track, or that he's doing it for Momoshiro. No, he's doing it because ... it makes his lips look shiny. Yeah, that's it, he likes to fucking sparkle. Fuck. He slams his fist onto the edge of the sink, which hurts, and he curses even more. He's going to punch Momoshiro in the face next time he sees him, just for payback for making him wear chapstick.
On the courts, he spots the idiot running laps. "Mamushi!" greets Momoshiro happily.
Kaidoh punches him in the face. Momoshiro stumbles backwards with a yelp of pain. He sighs in relief; that felt good, it was totally worth it.
"For fuck's sake, Kaidoh—can you not do that every time you see my face!" says Momoshiro as he rubs his nose.
"But your face is so punchable." That seems like a good enough excuse for him.
Momoshiro growls at him, then swings his fist at Kaidoh too. "Yeah well, your face is ... is ... it just looks stupid!" And then he does land a hit on Kaidoh's face, and now they're fighting each other. Not before Momoshiro notices something. "Hey, you put on chapstick again."
Kaidoh hisses and tries to hide his face, which is a bit hard to do when Momoshiro is holding him in a headlock underneath his smelly and stinky armpit. Momoshiro secretly swipes his thumb across Kaidoh's lips, it's quick and gentle, and no one else sees it. The spot where he touched starts to throb; he's glad he wore chapstick today. The idiot smiles at him, a smile that makes Kaidoh's stomach turn inside out. He finally wrestles his way out of Momoshiro's headlock, gives him an evil glare, then sulks away.
Maybe he'll try some strawberry flavoured chapstick next time.
oOo
"You are so booooring, Mamushi," whines Momoshiro.
He's riding his bike next to Kaidoh, who is trying his utmost best to not shove him off of the bike, onto the street, and watch him get hit by a car. No, that's too violent, even for Kaidoh. He'd rather not dirty his clothes with Momoshiro's blood, his mother would have to wash it for him and he likes his mother. He doesn't like Momoshiro.
"Shut up, leave me alone. Go home already," says Kaidoh. He continues to jog his regular everyday route. Momoshiro has gotten into the habit of stalking him all the way, in the hopes of some more face sucking.
"So boooring!" he repeats.
"If it's so boring, then leave!"
"Noooo, it's too much fun following you."
"Fun? What the hell, weren't you just saying how boring I am?"
"Yes, you are boring. Following you and annoying you is fun. There is a difference, you know."
Kaidoh elbows Momoshiro in his side, and he swerves and ends up riding on the road. It's okay though; there were no cars in sight, Kaidoh made sure. Sort of. A quick glance around counts, right? Momoshiro jumps back up on the sidewalk, he's fuming now.
He swats the back of Kaidoh's head, almost knocking off his bandana."I'm gonna ride you over with my bike if you do that, one more time," he threatens.
Kaidoh fixes his bandana. "Like I care." He picks up his speed, but Momoshiro easily follows him; he's got a bike after all.
"Come on, let's go do something. You jogging is booooring," he whines again.
"Go to hell, dumbass."
"Anything else other than running is fine with me! Just ... something else!"
Then Kaidoh finally stops jogging, and Momoshiro has to do a huge dramatic turn with his steering wheel to prevent them from crashing into each other. "Hey, warn me next time, asshole!" Momoshiro turns on his brakes, and looks back at Kaidoh.
"Fine, I'll do something else," says Kaidoh, then he runs across the street in a different direction. Hurriedly, Momoshiro follows after him.
"Really? What, what is it? Are we gonna go somewhere to eat? 'Cause I'm starving I tell yah—oh hamburgers sounds good. There's a WcDonalds around here somewhere, I think, are we gonna go there?"
"Why don't you just shut up," responds Kaidoh agitated. He starts running up a hill, and Momoshiro peddles faster to ride next to him.
"Asshole."
"Dumbass."
"I'm hungry."
"I don't care."
"You're so booooring, honestly. There can't be anyone else left on this earth that's even more boring than you."
Kaidoh can't control himself, and he elbows Momoshiro in his side once more. This time he nearly manages to crash into a street pole on the side walk. Unfortunately, he swerves around it on pure dumb luck. Damn.
"Damnit, Mamushi!" Momoshiro rides so close to Kaidoh that his wheel hits the back of Kaidoh's ankle, he hisses and runs faster up the hill to get away from him.
"Come back here and face me like a man!"
"Why don't you stop being annoying and leave me the hell alone!" hisses Kaidoh back.
Momoshiro stands on his pedals to add more force to his peddling; the hill has gotten pretty steep now. "Because I'm hungry, and you're gonna treat me for some burgers!"
"Like hell I am!" Kaidoh runs faster up the hill, and Momoshiro quickly follows him, despite panting loudly.
"Hey, isn't this hill kind of steep," says Momoshiro once he notices how quickly fatigued he has become.
Kaidoh says nothing, and runs up the hill, it's so steep right now, it's almost impossible to keep riding it up with his bike.
"Hey, where the hell are we going?"
"Why don't you look in front of you?" asks Kaidoh.
Momoshiro, who has previously only been looking at Kaidoh, lifts up his head and looks in front of him. The hill wasn't a hill; it was a very steep mountain trail. One that would not be possible to go up while using a bike.
"You asshole, you did that on purpose!"
Kaidoh snickers, then starts to sprint away.
Momoshiro finally hops off of his bike and glares at Kaidoh. "Fucking asshole! You owe me some burgers!"
From then on, Momoshiro would only sometimes follow him after school, and he likes it that way. He'd prefer to never ever run with him again, but this is fine too.
oOo
"Come," says Momoshiro in a hurry. He grabs Kaidoh's hand and drags him along. Kaidoh would have usually punched him in the face by now, because he doesn't like holding Momoshiro's hand, but he lets him get dragged—just this once. He feels bad for making him ride up that hill last time, so he doesn't protest when Momoshiro's grip on his hand tightens, and it makes him feel a little bit hotter.
They're inside the storage room again, the place has become a breeding ground for physical activities between him and the idiot. Kaidoh closes the door behind him, and locks it—mostly because Echizen had walked in on them last time, and that was already mortifying enough. There's only so many times they can claim they are fighting when they really aren't. Not like he'll admit that himself.
Before Momoshiro can turn around and do something, Kaidoh shoves him against the metal rack and angrily forces his lips on his. Yes, it's one of those rare times when Kaidoh is the one who initiates it, not because he wants to, but because otherwise he'd be the one shoved against the rack, and that's something he doesn't want to experience again. Momoshiro doesn't seem to notice his devious plan, and he sucks on Kaidoh's lips, which makes his legs feel like jelly and his eyes flutter closed.
Momoshiro pulls back a little, and he can feel him grin against his lips. "You taste like strawberry," he says in a soft voice.
Kaidoh responds by pushing harder into Momoshiro's body, the metal rack behind them begins to rattle a little. "Shut up," he mumbles.
For once, Momoshiro really does shut up. Their lips are back together again, moist and hot, and sucking and sliding. Kaidoh notices how Momoshiro is clean shaven and he suppresses the urge to grin at that information; at least he doesn't have to complain about it anymore. All of the sudden, Momoshiro's tongue brushes against his lips. Kaidoh does a double take and grunts loudly, immediately followed by a large blush spreading across his face. He hopes Momoshiro didn't hear that. It seems that, he didn't, because Momoshiro continues to slide his tongue across his lips.
"That's disgusting, stop that," says Kaidoh and he pulls away.
Momoshiro shrugs, and plants his lips on Kaidoh's again. They have never used their tongues before, not that Kaidoh was thinking about it or wanted to try out. But Momoshiro seems to want to, because he's gently licking Kaidoh's upper lip again, using the tip of his tongue, tracing the wrinkles on his lips, and it feels slimy and hot and disgusting and his heart is thumping in his chest. He wants to tell him to stop again, but the voice in his throat seems to have abandoned him. Probably sometime after Momoshiro started making swirls on his lips.
He clutches Momoshiro's shirt with his hands, and he grinds into his body, closer to his slimy and disgusting tongue. Momoshiro shifts uncomfortably, most likely something is stabbing him in the back, and this makes Kaidoh brim with revenge. Serves him right. Thoughts of revenge get turned to mush when Momoshiro forces his way through Kaidoh's mouth, and his tongue is now inside of him, and it bumps against his teeth. It feels weird, kinda funny, very hot and very wet, but he doesn't have it in him to pull away, despite thinking it's really gross and Momoshiro's breath isn't the greatest. No, Kaidoh's rational thoughts have pretty much left him by now, and he can't even seem to stop the weird noises coming from the back of his throat. He just hopes Momoshiro's deaf or something.
Then Momoshiro's tongue touches his, and it sends an electric shock down his body upon contact, like a very loud zing! The reaction that follows is a loud gasp, and he's sure Momoshiro heard that one. Kaidoh's hands let go of Momoshiro's shirt, and now he claws at his chest, for no good reason other than wanting to have a pillar of support for him, because he feels like his legs might give away soon. Momoshiro's tongue brushes against his again in an experimental way, and another electric shock shoots through his body. His ears are ringing with electricity and his knees are slightly trembling. This time, it's Momoshiro who groans into Kaidoh's mouth with his stinky breath. Kaidoh tolerates it, simply because Momoshiro's tongue doesn't feel that bad, and he sort of want to try it himself. He lifts his tongue and makes contact with Momoshiro again—he can feel his body tremble against him, and this sends a different kind of electric shock through his body—and swirls his tongue around the wet piece of muscle.
They become more aggressive, as it usually happens when they're being physical together, and Momoshiro battles for power with Kaidoh's tongue. It's rough, it's hot, his breath smells, but he can't stop himself from hungrily wanting more. Then Momoshiro's tongue slips out of his mouth, and he immediately wants to pull it back in because he feels cold and empty without it, the ringing in his ears immediately stop.
"Kaidoh, wait," says Momoshiro in an unsteady voice.
Kaidoh leans closer; he wants that slimy stinky tongue back.
"Hold on, something's stabbing me in the back." Momoshiro tries to push Kaidoh away from him, but Kaidoh is half thinking about revenge, and half thinking about his tongue, so he doesn't leave either way. Instead, he pushes himself harder against Momoshiro.
"Fuck!" Now he really pushes Kaidoh away, and he stumbles backwards a few steps.
Momoshiro looks behind him; the same exact scissors that were piercing his skin that one time had been stabbing Momoshiro's back as well. Ah, revenge feels good. The idiot growls at him, and Kaidoh simply hisses in return, but it sounds more like a sloppy slur because his mouth is really, really wet.
"You did that on purpose," he points out.
"No I didn't," he lies.
"Asshole."
"Dumbass."
They both claw each other's backs as their bodies meet again, hungrily swirling their tongues together and breathing harshly. A good five minutes later, they exit the storage room, their faces flushed with red, their hair in dismay, and their clothes wrinkled despite it being recently washed. They look at each other, Kaidoh glares and Momoshiro sticks his tongue out—which only serves to make Kaidoh's face grow hotter—and they walk away as if nothing happened.
He should wear strawberry flavoured chapstick every day.
oOo
Kaidoh grabs the bento box off of the kitchen sink, and he looks at it with a slight smile playing on his lips. He notices he's grinning like an idiot, so he hisses to himself (he's not exempt from this treatment), and stuffs the bento inside of his schoolbag.
As expected, during lunch, Momoshiro comes loudly crashing inside of his classroom. It doesn't matter he's not in the same classroom as Kaidoh, and it doesn't matter he's the only one he knows in class; Momoshiro will come and pester him for food regardless. Kaidoh tries to ignore the hungry puppy in front of him, and he breaks his chopsticks in half, getting ready to eat his own bento.
"Yo, Mamushi, share some of your mom's lunch with me," says Momoshiro.
Kaidoh takes off the lid of his bento, and Momoshiro's eyes follow his every move. The idiot is probably so hungry he'll try to grab his food as soon as he can, so Kaidoh puts his arm around the box to defend it from Momoshiro's prying hands.
"Don't be so stingy," says Momoshiro. He has his own chopsticks in his hand—where'd that come from—and he's circling it above Kaidoh's bento box, wondering what piece of food he should steal.
"Go away, this is my lunch," hisses Kaidoh. He bats away the chopsticks with his own, and a mini-battle of chopsticks ensues for a little while. That is, until Momoshiro finally manages to steal a maki roll from his box.
"Asshole!" Kaidoh yells when Momoshiro pops it into his mouth.
"Hmmm!" he says in satisfaction. Then he raises his eyebrows, and frowns while he chews slowly. "Hey, this tastes a bit weird."
Kaidoh huffs and pulls the box towards him so that Momoshiro can't steal anything else. But of course, the idiot leans over the desk this time and takes a fried piece of shrimp. He easily pops it into his mouth like he did with the maki roll.
"Yeah, this is definitely different. I think your mom's losing her touch, Kaidoh," he says thoughtfully. "It doesn't taste that good."
Kaidoh's stomach clenches tightly and he feels sick. He growls loudly and kicks Momoshiro's legs underneath the table.
"Ow, what's that for!" yells Momoshiro.
Kaidoh's already packing up and walking out of his classroom; that idiot doesn't deserve Kaidoh making lunch for him. What a fucking ungrateful bastard.
He'll never make lunch for Momoshiro ever again.
oOo
"What are you doing?" Kaidoh asks.
"Can't you see? I'm running," says Momoshiro.
And they are, together, running on the sidewalk, which is supposed to be Kaidoh's jogging route, not Momoshiro's. Kaidoh has just finished locking up the tennis club, and was jogging alone until Momoshiro popped up next to him.
"Where's your bike?"
"Left it at home today, didn't feel like it," he says with a shrug.
"You won't be able to run all the way," Kaidoh points out.
"Sure I can, if you can do it, I can do it better!"
"Idiot."
"Asshole."
They start to jostle each other as they run, but Momoshiro quickly gets tired of it, and they run in silence. Which for once, is a good thing, because Momoshiro never shuts up, so Kaidoh doesn't mind. He lets him run with him, despite knowing the idiot wouldn't be able to run half of his course. Ten minutes of running and Momoshiro is already starting to pant loudly. Kaidoh periodically checks up on the idiot, to see if he's not going to pass out from running so much; what an idiot.
"Are we there yet?" asks Momoshiro out of breath. He slows down a bit to take a deep breath. Kaidoh slows down with him, but just a little bit.
"Why don't you just quit and go home," says Kaidoh.
"What? No way, I can finish this. No problem," he says arrogantly, then throws his fist up in the air. "Come on, let's go!" Momoshiro starts sprinting forwards, and makes sure to bump his shoulder into Kaidoh's as he passes him.
Kaidoh glares at him, forget about checking if he's gonna pass out or not, the idiot deserves to faint because he exerts himself too much. He has what's coming to him. Half an hour later, and Momoshiro is taking in short and loud breaths, and he's trailing behind Kaidoh by at least ten steps. Kaidoh twists his head to look behind him, just to see if he hasn't collapsed yet, and he slows down his pace a bit so that he can call him a moron.
"Moron," he says when he's next to Momoshiro again.
"Shaa ... shaaa—shaddap," he pants heavily.
Kaidoh takes out a bottle of water from his shorts, it's small, just small enough to stuff inside the pocket of his shorts, and it was only meant for him, but he offers it to Momoshiro anyway. Momoshiro slaps it away with his hand and shakes his head.
"Don't—wheeze—need it."
Kaidoh punches his arm, which earns him a punch in return as well. "Drink it, you idiot. I don't want to haul your ass back home when you drop dead from dehydration." He shoves the bottle into his face now, and Momoshiro reluctantly accepts it.
"Well," he unscrews the cap, "if I drop dead—wheeze—you'd be too weak to carry me anyway." He chugs down the water, all of it, and finishes it with a loud 'aaahh!'.
Kaidoh looks at him incredulously; that water was meant for him too! Ungrateful greedy bastard.
"Fshuuu," is his only response as he starts to leave Momoshiro behind, not before ripping the empty water bottle out of his hands though. Momoshiro scrambles to catch up with him.
Another ten minutes later, and Kaidoh wishes he hadn't given the bottle of water to the idiot, because now he's thirsty, and there's nothing left to drink anymore. He sighs softly, and then he realizes he has stopped hearing Momoshiro's sluggish steps behind him. He turns around, but doesn't see Momoshiro anymore. Panic settles into his stomach, and he halts completely and immediately starts running back.
"Momoshiro!" he calls out. Did he pass out? Was it really too much for him? He even took a different route this time to give him a break, but he didn't realize Momoshiro wasn't even fit enough to do the easier route as well. Kaidoh looks around everywhere, but it's dark now and harder to see, and there's no one else around. What the hell, where is he?
"Gotcha!" Momoshiro surprise jumps on Kaidoh from the bushes next to the sidewalk, and tackles him to the ground.
"Hah! Sure scared you," he says proudly as he straddles Kaidoh.
Kaidoh looks at him as if he's the stupidest person on earth. "What the fuck," is the only thing he can say. Then his surprise washes away, taken over by anger, and he punches Momoshiro's cheek, knocking him off of him. He goes down without a word.
"You fucking idiot!" Kaidoh can't believe he was actually worried about this idiot for a split second! He gets up and angrily starts to run away.
Momoshiro quickly picks himself up from the ground as well, and tries to go after Kaidoh. "Wait, that was a joke!" he breathes out loudly. Kaidoh ignores him and runs faster. "Mamushi!" he yells this time.
And then Kaidoh hears a loud bang behind him. He can't help himself but look over, and this time Momoshiro has really collapsed on the ground. He slows down, and hesitates just a bit—is that idiot making a fool out of him again? But when he sees how much trouble Momoshiro has breathing, he finally runs back. He bends down to his level, on his knee, and he looks at Momoshiro, who simply glares back at him.
"You're really an idiot, you know that?" says Kaidoh bluntly. "Fine, we'll take a break."
"I don't need a break," protests Momoshiro.
Kaidoh stares at him pointedly. "Okay." He gets up and prepares to run again, but Momoshiro's hand shoots out and grabs hold of his shorts. Kaidoh turns his head and looks at Momoshiro, who doesn't say a word, but seems to find the pavement very interesting. The idiot can't even say out loud that he needs a break. Kaidoh looks across the street, there's a park over there with benches that they can use to rest. Maybe if he's lucky, there's a water fountain too.
"There's a park across the street," he says. Then he bends down, grabs Momoshiro's arm and flings it across his shoulder. Momoshiro struggles against him as Kaidoh pulls him up, then gives him tiny little bitch slaps like a little kid fighting his older brother over ice cream. Kaidoh hisses and tries to dodge most of the hits, and in the process lets go of Momoshiro who stumbles away.
"I don't need your help!" says Momoshiro and slaps him one more time.
Kaidoh hisses again, but he wraps his arm around Momoshiro's waist and starts pulling him along. He's either too tired, or has finally given up, to do something about it, and he slumps against Kaidoh's body. Kaidoh tries to ignore the strong scent of sweat that's coming from Momoshiro, and focuses on helping him cross the street and enter the park.
"You really are a freak," mumbles Momoshiro quietly. His head is leaning against Kaidoh's shoulder, and halfway on his chest. He doesn't say anything about it.
"And you're really stupid," he says, not really caring about insulting him right now. They enter the park, and Kaidoh looks around for the nearest bench to sit on. Finding one, he dumps Momoshiro's ass on it, and he plumps down with a protesting yelp.
"Ass," he says while he rubs his own ass.
Kaidoh looks around and luckily spots a water fountain. He leaves Momoshiro alone, who's too zoned out to care if Kaidoh leaves him or not, and he drinks some of the water from the fountain. Then he takes out his empty water bottle and fills it up so that he can give some to Momoshiro. He walks back and shoves it into his face again.
Momoshiro sighs heavily. "I don't need it."
Kaidoh hits his head with the bottle. "Drink it."
"No!"
Tired of Momoshiro's childish actions, Kaidoh decides to drink half of the water for himself, and then he leaves some in his mouth as he quickly bends down and crashes his lips against Momoshiro. The idiot is too shocked to move or even react to it, so he stupidly holds still. Kaidoh uses his tongue to pry his lips open, and the water transfers freely into his mouth. Momoshiro pulls back and coughs loudly, having swallowed some of it the wrong way.
"J-jerk," says Momoshiro with a cough.
Kaidoh wipes his mouth dry, then offers the bottle to Momoshiro one more time. He finally accepts it and drinks it, while still coughing a few more times in between. Kaidoh sits next to him and looks up at the sky; it's completely dark now, you can easily see the stars since there were no clouds in the sky. It's getting rather chilly as well, he usually doesn't care if he's running and sweating, but when he's not running, it does feel rather cold.
The water bottle plops into his lap, some of its contents spilling out and making a big stain on Kaidoh's shorts. He's about to punch the moron again, when Momoshiro falls against Kaidoh's shoulder and takes a deep breath. He also looks up at the sky.
"I can't feel my legs," whines Momoshiro.
"Dumbass, I told you to go home."
"No way, I can't let you win."
"Win with what?"
"I don't know, does it matter?"
Kaidoh gives him a slight shove against his shoulder, just because, and Momoshiro slides closer to him during the small recoil. Momoshiro leans his head onto Kaidoh's shoulder, and this is something that should be creeping him out, something that should have made him shove Momoshiro off of him and let him have a taste of his fists—but he doesn't do anything. He lets him. He knows Momoshiro is exhausted, and it doesn't really bother him all that much. Even if he reeks of sweat, even if his breath smells like something's been rotting in there since last week; he subtly maneuvers his body a bit so that Momoshiro's head slides onto his chest and rest on it. It's not that bad, not when he feels calm and a sugar rush spreads through his body. It's a good thing it's dark, and no one's around to see them being so friendly towards each other. Kaidoh would never admit to being friendly with Momoshiro, never.
"Where are we anyway?" asks Momoshiro after a while of silence.
"Close to your home," says Kaidoh.
Momoshiro finally pulls his head away from his chest and looks up at him. "Seriously?"
"Yes."
Then Momoshiro starts to look around, until he realizes that yes, this is that park that's close to his house. "But I thought we were jogging towards your house."
Kaidoh grunts and looks away. "Dumbass, you didn't even notice I changed my route. Like I'd make you run with me all the way to my house."
"Who's the dumbass, bastard! It's fucking dark, how was I supposed to know?"
Kaidoh says nothing in return. He wants to go home already, or if he's still got some time, he'll actually finish his training—not like that will ever happen with Momoshiro next to him and annoying him. Momoshiro falls back against his shoulder, their arms touching and sliding, and he rests his head on Kaidoh's chest again. This slight action was enough to make Kaidoh feel lightheaded and fluttery, and really calm. They stay silent again, and it's moments like these that Kaidoh really doesn't mind at all, because it's nice and relaxing, and Momoshiro's body keeps him warm in the chilly night. Momoshiro is silently plucking at the hem of Kaidoh's shorts, and it's actually rather annoying, but he's quiet for now, so he doesn't want to do anything to change that.
A breeze blows by, and Momoshiro shivers. "You're gonna catch a cold," Kaidoh says, breaking the silence.
"Only idiots catch colds."
He scoffs. "Makes you perfect for it, doesn't it?" Kaidoh finally stands up, and Momoshiro's head slides along his chest. "Go home already," he says, which is secret code for; come on, I'll walk you home.
Momoshiro grins at him, and his stomach does a flip. He quickly turns away to avoid looking at the stupid idiot. "You'll have to carry me though," he says smugly.
"Idiot," says Kaidoh, but wraps an arm around Momoshiro's waist anyway, and pulls him to his feet.
"Dumbass," Momoshiro responds playfully, and he throws his arm over Kaidoh's shoulder.
They walk towards Momoshiro's home, stuck together like glue, and it only takes ten minutes, because they were really close after all. Kaidoh knows Momoshiro can walk on his own, and he knows that Momoshiro knows that he knows this as well—but neither of them say a word, nor do they separate from each other. They arrive at Momoshiro's house, and Kaidoh's arm finally slips away from the warm body of Momoshiro.
Momoshiro stares into Kaidoh's eyes, a bit too long really, then he walks to his front door. "I heard snakes can catch colds too," he calls out with a grin.
Kaidoh hisses and stuffs his hands into his pockets. "Don't be late for practice tomorrow," he says, ignoring Momoshiro's stupid statement. He finally leaves, and returns to his regular jogging practice.
The next morning, Kaidoh's one of the first people to arrive at school, and sees Momoshiro's lonesome bike parked in the bike racks; it's been sitting there overnight.
oOo
Kaidoh doesn't get how they ended up in his room, sitting at his table in the middle of it, working on homework. One moment Momoshiro is throwing insults at him like usual when riding next to him as he jogs, and the next he invites himself in his house—and now he's trying his utmost best to distract Kaidoh from homework. Homework was probably just an excuse for Momoshiro to come snooping in his room.
"You're so booooring," says Momoshiro. He stretches across the little table, covering all the homework with his arms, and he looks up at Kaidoh.
"Go home," Kaidoh bites back. He tries to take his notebook from underneath Momoshiro's elbow, to no avail, the bastard is putting more weight on it.
"School, tennis, running, and then when you get home, you do homework? Is there anything fun you do at all?"
Kaidoh gives him an incredulous look, and Momoshiro suddenly turns crimson and he finally sits back up straight. "Aside from ... you know," he mumbles uncomfortably.
This makes Kaidoh blush crimson as well; he doesn't want to talk about that, so he ignores what Momoshiro says, and tries to get him to do his homework. "Shut up and do your homework, or I'm kicking you out."
"God, you're fucking boring," says Momoshiro with a loud sigh.
Momoshiro picks up his pencil, sighs again, and tries to half-heartedly make some of his homework. He rubs the tip of his pencil across his lips while he's in thought, and Kaidoh tries to not look like an idiot by staring at it in trance. It's quiet, and a bit uncomfortable, what with the way Momoshiro's knee is pressed against his, since there's not much space underneath the little table. Kaidoh's eyes flick over to Momoshiro's notebook, to check if he isn't just doodling on it, but he's genuinely solving math problems (though he got the first three answers wrong). This sort of makes him feel weird, because Momoshiro is never this obedient with him, and never this quiet. The only thing he can hear is the scribbling of pencils on paper, and the lonesome clock hanging on his wall, the ticking ringing louder and louder each time in his ears.
It's really too quiet; not hearing Momoshiro talk makes him uncomfortable. Perhaps it's because otherwise, he starts to think how he's alone with him in his room, and how their knees are still pressed up against each other under the table, and how sometimes the knuckles of his hand bumps into Momoshiro's hand. Kaidoh tries to keep his concentration on his studies; it's ridiculous that he could get distracted by Momoshiro not doing anything at all. The stupid bastard, he's probably doing it on purpose or something.
"Say something," he says, desperate for some kind of noise coming from the moron.
Momoshiro looks up from his homework, and bites the end of his pencil. "Huh?" he responds intelligently.
"It's too quiet, you're making me think you're plotting something."
Momoshiro glares at him. "What the hell, first you want me to shut up, and when I'm quiet you think I'm plotting something? Make up your damn mind, Mamushi."
Kaidoh huffs. "Shut up," he says instantly. "Uhh," he tries to correct himself, as that was just a standard response to Momoshiro calling him Mamushi. Okay, telling Momoshiro not to shut up sounds stupid, and he feels stupid, so he doesn't say anything at all and returns to filling out English questions.
There's this anticipation that's growing bigger in his stomach, he feels queasy and restless; the silence is really driving him insane. Never in a million years would he have thought he'd prefer Momoshiro's voice over silence—not that he'll tell him this again, because he feels stupid for asking it in the first place. Next thing you know, Momoshiro might start thinking he likes him or something, and that couldn't be further from the truth. Stupid Momoshiro.
"Yo, Kaidoh," says Momoshiro.
Kaidoh's heart jumps in his throat, he's secretly glad he talked first. "What?" he says gruffly.
"Tell me the answer to question number 23."
Kaidoh stares at him with a bored look on his face. "Do it yourself."
Momoshiro leans over the table to scan his notebook, he doesn't realize Kaidoh is working on English, not math. "Come on, don't be a dick, tell me."
"I'm doing English, you moron."
Momoshiro sits back down. "Oh. Well, hurry up then so I can copy it."
When Kaidoh moves his arm so that one of the notebooks on the table falls off, Momoshiro is the one to pick it up, being a very nice guy and all (sarcasm), and then he looks at the inside.
"Oh you asshole, you've already completed math during class!" he exclaims.
Kaidoh rolls his eyes; he was hoping to avoid having Momoshiro copy from him. He reaches for his notebook and grabs the cover and pulls. Momoshiro pulls back as well, not giving it up. They end up pulling and pulling and then Momoshiro ends up sprawled across the table, knocking down a bunch of pencils, books and notebooks to the ground.
"Ow," he whines.
"Idiot," Kaidoh mutters. "Get off my table."
Momoshiro lifts his body a bit and gives Kaidoh a determined stupid look, the one that says he's going to try his best to annoy Kaidoh now. "No," he says. Then he turns his entire body around, so that his back is on the table now, and he crosses his arms and pulls up his legs; he's completely covered the table.
Kaidoh growls. "Get off, you moron."
Momoshiro glares at Kaidoh, which is a bit hard to do when you're upside down, but he tries anyway. "Make me," he says.
Which is code for: stop doing homework, and do me.
Not that Kaidoh was thinking about that or something, he really just wants to finish his homework. He doesn't have much of a choice either way—Momoshiro grabs his shirt and pulls his face down to his, so that their lips clash together, their teeth also clicking in a rather painful way. Kaidoh muffles out a groan of pain, but is distracted when Momoshiro shows off just how hard he can suck. It feels weird, to do this upside down, he can feel Momoshiro's nose pricking into his neck, and his breath is sort of ticklish and warm.
Momoshiro laughs against his lips. "Strawberry again, huh?"
Kaidoh can feel his cheeks grow hot. "Shut up."
Momoshiro takes advantage of Kaidoh's open mouth, and his tongue is inside of him. That electricity returns, sparkling madly in the pit of his stomach, and his ears are ringing again. He wonders if his hair might end up looking like Momoshiro's if this continues. Gently, Momoshiro swipes his tongue against Kaidoh's, it feels so squishy, and it makes him feel dizzy yet relaxed at the same time. He also notices his breath doesn't stink this time, but that could also be because his strawberry flavoured chapstick is covering up the smell, or perhaps he's so hypnotized by Momoshiro's tongue, he doesn't care to notice.
Momoshiro's hands finally slide off of his shirt, and now they're clutching the sides of his shirt, on his waist, which feels a bit awkward because of their positions, but Kaidoh doesn't do anything to shake him off. No, he doesn't do anything besides rub his tongue against Momoshiro's wet one, as well as keep down any kind of weird noise that threatens to emerge from his throat. He can't let Momoshiro know he's enjoying this or anything. He pushes Momoshiro's tongue back, and forces it to go back into his own mouth, and there he battles with him for territory, and it gives him this electrifying kick to do this to him.
Then Momoshiro pulls away, Kaidoh's tongue slides out of his mouth and that makes his arm feel like pudding and his heart is set on fire. Momoshiro twists his body around and sits up straight, this time at eye-level with Kaidoh, and he's back with his lips again, sucking and breathing harshly into his face. Kaidoh returns the favour and sucks hard as well, pressing deeper against Momoshiro just because he can. Momoshiro clutches the side of his shirt again, and he lifts Kaidoh up higher, against his chest, deeper against his mouth, and Kaidoh feels all whoozy and his room is spinning. Momoshiro leaves his lips, and he grunts out in disappointment, but is immediately shut up when he realizes where Momoshiro's lips end up at.
They're on the side of his neck, sucking so hard he knows he's going to get a bruise tomorrow. But he can't do anything about it, because it's paralyzed him to the core, all these warm and fuzzy feelings are flowing out of Momoshiro's mouth like spasms and muscle contractions. All he can do is let out tiny little gasps and scratch the back of Momoshiro's head.
There's a knock on his door, and the magic is broken and he immediately pushes Momoshiro off of him in the blink of an eye. The boy topples off of the table and lands in all of the homework with a loud thud. His door opens and his mom happily walks in.
"Oh my, I guess you're done with homework?" she asks sweetly, carrying a tray of drinks.
Either she's being incredibly nice to Kaidoh by pretending not to notice, or she's genuinely an airhead, and can't seem to connect the dots between his room in dismay, his flushed cheeks and ears, with Momoshiro on his back on the ground, his legs half-way on top of the table, looking equally as embarrassed.
Kaidoh's mouth is open, but he doesn't really know what to say that could explain the situation. So he doesn't. He gets up and takes the tray from her hands. "T-thank you," he stutters, and hopes to god there's no bruise on his neck.
"Alright, be nice to each other, boys," she says, then exists the room.
Kaidoh lets out a sigh in relief, and slumps down in front of the table, setting the tray on top of it. He shoves Momoshiro's leg off of it with a huff.
Momoshiro clears his throat, then sits up straight. "You know, I should ... uhh ... yeah. Go home."
Kaidoh doesn't protest at all when Momoshiro collects his homework and leaves Kaidoh's room. The two drinks still sit on top of his table.
He doesn't know what to tell his English teacher the next day when she asks why his homework is all crumpled up and has ink stains smudged all over it.
oOo
"Momo-chan-senpai!" says Horio.
Momoshiro stops practicing against Kaidoh. "Yo, what's up, Horio?" he greets him cheerfully.
Kaidoh swings his racket on his shoulder and waits for them to be finished with talking.
"This might seem really weird, Momo-chan-senpai, but there's this friend of mine ... and well ... she wants to know if you're single."
Kaidoh who was acting so cool and aloof on the courts now stumbles over his own two feet, but catches himself in time before anyone can notice his stupid flailing.
"Ehh, hehe," says Momoshiro kind of nervous. "Single, you say?" He glances back at Kaidoh who merely crosses his arms and huffs.
"Yeah, she says she really likes you."
"Is that so?" He starts laughing like the arrogant pig he is, it's annoying Kaidoh and he just wants to hurry up and finish their practice game.
"Aha, so are you?" presses Horio.
"Well—" A tennis ball flies by his face, missing his nose by mere centimeters, and flies right over Horio's head.
"Stop your stupid chick talk, or I'll make you run laps!" yells Kaidoh.
"Y-yes!" screeches Horio and he runs off.
Momoshiro clasps his tongue at Kaidoh. "Asshole." Then he picks the tennis ball up, throws it in the air, and smashes against it to resume their game.
Momoshiro won't let Kaidoh live it down, that there's some girl out there asking if he's single. He keeps saying how he wonders who she is, and what she looks like, and he hopes it'll be a cute girl, who's shorter than him. Kaidoh only responds by hissing, and hissing, and hissing. He feels sick to his stomach, something is making him feel clenched up and tight. He doesn't want to listen to Momoshiro gushing about some girl.
"Oh you know, if I start dating her, I betcha she'd make lunch for me!" says Momoshiro as they lock up.
Dating her? Once he starts dating her? Kaidoh tries to control the anger that is threatening to spiral out of control, to not break Momoshiro's nose while he's still grinning stupidly at him. He takes in a deep breath, and lets it out in a hiss instead.
"Yo Mamushi, you've been hissing all day, what's wrong with you."
Kaidoh wants to turn around and yell at him—he's the damn problem. Acting all happy and stuff that some stupid girl likes him, and how he's gonna get some lunch from her. Yeah well, he made lunch for him too, ungrateful bastard! Not that he knew, but still. It angers him.
"Do you think she's in my class?" he then asks, completely ignoring Kaidoh's hissing. "Or perhaps she saw me practicing on the courts, and couldn't help but be awed by my awesomeness."
Kaidoh grits his teeth and he slumps away after locking up the storage room. The room in which he didn't enter with Momoshiro today, because he's too busy daydreaming about some girl he's never met.
"Hehe, I'll have to ask Horio who she is tomorrow."
Kaidoh thinks he can get away from Momoshiro's rambling, but he follows him again with his bike, riding next to him, and he won't. Shut. Up.
"And then we'll go on dates, like to get some burgers or something. And she'll be standing there, waiting for me, and I'll be ten minutes late, but she's the one who apologizes! And then we hold hands and go get some burgers."
He tries hard to tune it out, mostly because he's feeling nauseous and sick, and Momoshiro is making it worse, but it's not working. He can hear everything, he can hear how happy Momoshiro talks about it, how exited he is, and Kaidoh feels worse with every single second that goes by. It's like he ate one of Momoshiro's horrible hamburgers, and it's rotting in his stomach, oozing poison through his veins.
"She won't care I eat junkfood at all!" he says happily.
It's getting harder to breathe now, and Kaidoh's running becomes sluggish and uneven. The feeling in his stomach takes over him, he feels like there's no escape from it.
"And I'll drop her off at her front door, and she'll look at me all cutely, and then I bend down to kiss her."
That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Kaidoh furiously whirls around, Momoshiro almost crashes into him with his bike, and swerves right by him. Kaidoh angrily pulls back his fist, and he punches Momoshiro in the face—hard—he can feel bone breaking under his knuckles, but he doesn't fucking care, because he's going to throw up from his sickness, and all he cares about is hurting Momoshiro.
Momoshiro falls to the ground, his nose is completely bloodied, and his bike falls somewhere on the road. He clutches his bleeding nose and looks up at Kaidoh with huge and shocked eyes. Kaidoh says nothing, doesn't yell an insult, doesn't hiss, but merely narrows his eyes at him; his dead and completely black eyes said it all for him. He turns around and runs away. He doesn't care Momoshiro's left alone on the ground, bleeding from his nose. He doesn't care he might have broken it—that fucking moron deserves all that's coming to him.
He hates Momoshiro.
oOo
"Momo-senpai, what happened?" asks Echizen.
Momoshiro stuffs his hands into his shorts and shuffles on his spot. "I don't know," he says, and his answer is directed towards the snake across him, standing as far away from him as possible.
It was the first thing he saw when he came onto the courts; the white medical bandages plastered all over Momoshiro's nose. It's obviously broken, and Kaidoh's nausea acts up again, and it feels even worse than last night when he couldn't even sleep because of it. He tries to make himself feel better by telling that Momoshiro had it coming, he'd been begging for it, really. But it doesn't make him feel better, and he goes to the bathroom stalls and locks himself up, and throws up inside of the toilet bowl. He falls down and hugs the bowl with his arms, in case he'll puke again. He breathes heavily, and everything is spinning, and there's poison brewing inside of his stomach, and he just wants to go away somewhere, somewhere where it won't hurt. Where Momoshiro is not there to hurt him.
For once in his life, he skips practice, despite being the team's captain.
He's been sitting in the bathroom stall for over an hour already, and he's feeling just a little bit better. Enough to stand up and get out, and go home. He exists the bathroom, and he notices everyone left school already. He should really lock up the storage room for the tennis club, but can't seem to give flying fuck for now, so he heads straight towards the gates.
Kaidoh's heart literally skips a beat when he sees Momoshiro's back standing at the exit, and there's a girl with black hair in front of him. His legs run like hell and he hides behind a pillar so he can't see him. It's probably that girl, the one that Horio talked about yesterday about liking Momoshiro. The nausea is back again, and he tries his hardest to not puke—not in front of Momoshiro. He can't do that, not now. Not when he's there.
"And well," the girl says shyly and fiddles with her fingers. "W-what's your answer?"
Kaidoh's ears perk up immediately; indeed, what is Momoshiro's answer? Judging by yesterday, he'd be eager to say yes and go on his stupid burger date and kiss the stupid girl and be all happy and leave Kaidoh alone. Forever.
Momoshiro bows his head down in respect. "I'm sorry. I'm sort of ... already taken."
Taken by who, fucking jackass, is what Kaidoh wants to scream at him, but he stays still.
"Oh, I-I see," says the girl while her face turns red. "I'm sorry to have bothered you then!" She quickly runs away, and he can hear Momoshiro sigh.
So what does that mean, that Momoshiro's taken? He's already got someone? But who? Did he mean him, Kaidoh? The chicken that's hiding behind that pillar right now, the one that broke his nose? But it can't be, it's not like they ever ... talked about it, and it's not like he ever agreed to something. Despite all this, he does feel immensely better knowing Momoshiro won't be kissing some stupid girl now.
"Oi, Kaidoh, you suck at hiding," says Momoshiro without even turning back to look at him.
Kaidoh swallows and steps away from the pillar, as if he wasn't hiding there all this time at all. What should he do now? Apologize for breaking his nose? Apologize for being such a douchebag because he was angry some girl liked him? Ask him just who he means when he says he's 'taken'? Kaidoh steps closer to Momoshiro, his back still showing, each step takes a tremendous amount of courage, he's shaking violently and his heart is beating way too fast for his own good.
He finally stands next to Momoshiro, but doesn't look at him, doesn't say anything. He's too much of a chicken.
Say something Kaidoh, anything. Apologize for breaking his nose. Say you're sorry. Say it. Say it, say it, say it! Now. Kaidoh opens up his mouth, which takes a lot of effort, and he tries to say the words. The words that meant he's sorry for breaking Momoshiro's nose. That he's sorry he acted like an ass. But it's hard, it's really hard, but he does it anyway.
"I'm sorry."
Momoshiro turns his head towards Kaidoh and raises his eyebrows. "For what?" he asks.
Kaidoh grits his teeth. "For breaking your nose."
"Aaannd?" he presses on.
"And ... for being a jackass."
Momoshiro happily slaps Kaidoh's back. "Well, I guess I can forgive you this one time!" He laughs, and Kaidoh's ears are ringing again and the nausea is slowly going away. "After I break your legs of course," he says as a threat. Whether that's real or not, Kaidoh doesn't really care.
"Uhm," Kaidoh starts. "What did you mean by that?"
"Mean by what?"
"That you're taken?"
Momoshiro's now the one that has an incredulous look on his face, which slowly morphs into an angry frown. "Well Kaidoh, am I not? You tell me."
"I ... I ..." Kaidoh doesn't know what to say. What does Momoshiro want him to say? What does he? He looks into Momoshiro's determined eyes, still waiting for an answer, and Kaidoh loses it.
He pulls the idiot close to him, and kisses him on the lips. It's a small peck, and unlike their previous encounters, this one wasn't done because it felt good. He pulls back, his face completely red, and his heart is throbbing. He looks up at Momoshiro, who's grinning wildly, also sporting some red cheeks.
"Well, I guess that's that. Let's go get some burgers, you owe me some."
"Okay."
It might seem completely crazy, unbelievable, but he might, perhaps, almost, maybe, sort of, not hate Momoshiro completely. Maybe.