Purposely Physical
Rating: M for smut and swearing
A/N: So ... I've decided that the supposed one-shot, will now have four chapters. Simply because I love writing about bits and pieces of their growing relationship.
Rating bumped to M as of this chapter.
"Momo!" yells Eiji.
Momoshiro smiles and waves at him. "Eiji-senpai! Good to see you!"
"I didn't know you'd be going to this high school, you should have told me or something!" says Eiji with a pout.
"Well, I sort of wanted it to be a surprise." Which was a complete lie; he did it in the spur of the moment as soon as he realized which high school Kaidoh had picked out. They are freshmen now.
"Haha, this is great! You can join the tennis club and it'll be just like Seigaku!"
"Does Oishi-senpai go to this school as well?" he asks, because he's curious now.
Eiji sighs and looks sad. "No, he went to a better high school. You know, he wants to be a doctor and all that. I begged him to come to this one, but he didn't."
"Well, that's too bad then. We should all get together sometime and play some tennis!"
"Sounds like fun!"
Then Eiji looks at Momoshiro with a thoughtful look, as if he was studying his face or something. "What?" he asks.
"I don't know, your face looks kind of different."
Momoshiro cups his face arrogantly and starts showing all of his different angles to Eiji. "Well yeah, I grew up more handsome, of course!"
"Haha, no that's not it ... it's ... Oh, your nose! It's crooked! What happened?"
Momoshiro scratches the back of his head as he recalls the memory. "I got punched several months ago, broke my nose. Hurt like a bitch."
"Oh that's horrible. Who punched you?"
"Good morning, Eiji-senpai," says the voice belonging to Kaidoh. He appears behind Momoshiro, wearing the same high school uniform as they are, and he bows his head politely. Momoshiro feels sort of jealous; he'd never get that sort of treatment from Kaidoh.
"Kaidoh! You too!" says Eiji excitedly.
"Yes, I applied for this school first, Momoshiro simply followed me afterwards."
Momoshiro pulls at Kaidoh's brand new uniform. "What did you say, Mamushi!"
Kaidoh butts his head against his. "I said you followed me, which you did! Stalker!"
"I did not!" He so totally did.
Eiji starts to laugh. "You both didn't change at all! Hahaha!"
Momoshiro and Kaidoh ignore Eiji, as they keep growling and hissing and pulling each other's shirts like always.
"Ne, Kaidoh, do you know who broke Momo's nose?"
Kaidoh immediately lets go of Momoshiro's shirt, then he starts shuffling on the spot all awkward and uncomfortable. Heh, serves that bastard right.
"Uhm," he starts hesitantly.
Momoshiro puts his arm around Kaidoh's shoulders, and ignores the urge to pull him even closer as he does, and starts grinning at him. "Yes Kaidoh, please tell Eiji-senpai who broke my nose. I'm interested in finding out as well."
"Shut up, asshole," he grunts.
"You wanna go, huh!" yells Momoshiro back into his face.
Kaidoh wrestles himself free, then gives Momoshiro a very dirty look, and turns towards Eiji. "It was me."
Eiji's eyes grow even larger. "No way—you broke Momoshiro's nose! Oh, we should have never left you guys alone! I knew it was a bad idea!"
Momoshiro wrinkles his nose, because he sort of wants to correct Eiji that the reason Kaidoh broke his nose was not because of a fight that had escalated since there was no one around to stop them, but because of something more ... delicate than that. But he doesn't want to admit this, not in front of Kaidoh himself, or in front of himself as well, because that would be like admitting he's Kaidoh's boyfriend or something—and that's just gay.
"Well, it's alright now, isn't it, Kaidoh?" says Momoshiro in the hopes of changing the subject, and he pulls Kaidoh close again. The snake doesn't protest this time.
"Uhh, yeah."
Momoshiro can tell Kaidoh feels awkward, because his body feels stiff and rigid. Not like usual where he would naturally slump against him, and bask in each other's body warmth. Then again, they did that when they're alone, and certainly not in front of people they knew.
"And he's deeeeply sorry for what he's done, right?" he adds as a joke.
Kaidoh simply elbows him in the stomach, and Momoshiro goes 'oof!' and lets Kaidoh go.
"It's nice to see you again, Eiji-senpai, I guess we'll see each other on the courts soon enough," says Kaidoh, then he politely bows again (why can't that bastard ever be polite to him?) and leaves the two alone.
"Ne, Momo, why did Kaidoh break your nose? Did he really lose his mind or something?"
"Let's just say I had it coming." Then he puts his finger to his mouth in a childish way. "But don't tell him that! Okay?"
Eiji simply laughs, and they walk towards the school building side by side.
He's disappointed to know that Kaidoh and him are not in the same class.
oOo
Momoshiro is a friendly guy, so he has no problems making friends with his new classmates. He wonders if Kaidoh will get any friends with that scary looking face of his. He doesn't recall him having friends outside of the tennis club. Hmm, he'll have to tease him about that later. Either way, he's talking with some of his classmates during lunch—three guys. Yamada, the tallest, Souichi, the shortest, and Tanaka, the fattest. Then he suddenly remembers that he'd eat lunch with Kaidoh. Well, okay, they didn't really promise anything, but when Kaidoh offhandedly mentioned what he'll have for lunch today, Momoshiro decided to eat it. His lunch that is.
"Sorry guys, I forgot I promised to eat lunch with someone!" he says with a laugh.
Yamada looks up at him with a smile. "Oooh, who?"
"They're in a different class, you don't know them."
"Is it your girlfriend?" asks Souichi excitedly.
Momoshiro scratches the back of his head; he doesn't really know how to answer that one. Kaidoh certainly isn't a girl, and he's certainly no girlfriend. Even so, he's still not his boyfriend either, eww, he's not gay. Yeah, Kaidoh's not his boyfriend, he's taken by Kaidoh. Wait, that sounds even worse, like Kaidoh owns him or something. Okay, he's with Kaidoh. That ... doesn't sound good either. Exclusive kiss buddies? Ew, yuck. Why is this so hard?
"Uhmm," he says hesitantly.
"It so is! I can't believe you already have a girlfriend. Geez, we just started high school and you're already ahead of us."
"Well, I've known them since middle school," says Momoshiro. Wait, why is he talking about Kaidoh like he's his girlfriend?
"Waaah, I'm so jealous! Have you guys kissed already?" asks Souichi. Yamada looks on with interest as well.
Momoshiro can't stop the blush from appearing on his cheeks. "Y-yeah," he says awkwardly.
"I need to get myself a girlfriend, Momo-san is already kissing his girlfriend every day, that's so unfair," says Tanaka bored.
Momoshiro's blush grows deeper; because he sort of has been kissing Kaidoh almost every day. Damnit. He's not his girlfriend! Or boyfriend! And he's not gay!
"What's her name?"
And Momoshiro looks at them perplexed. He can't stop himself from saying; "Kaoru-chan."
Oh, Kaidoh's gonna beat him up for that one.
oOo
"Kaoru-chan."
Kaidoh stops eating his lunch, and he turns his head to give Momoshiro a look of disbelief. They're sitting on the rooftop, eating lunch together. "What did you just call me?"
Momoshiro leans against the wall, and tries to steal some of Kaidoh's delicious maki rolls (which have improved recently). "Kaoru-chan. That's what I'm gonna call you from now on."
"The hell you are!" He yanks his bento box back.
"Yup, I've decided, Kaoru-chan is permanent."
"You are just asking for another broken nose," threatens Kaidoh.
"Then I can at least tell people, when they ask who I'm eating lunch with, 'Oh, with Kaoru-chan!' and it won't make me look so gay because it's a girl's name."
"You are gay!" Kaidoh hisses.
"No I'm not!" he protests.
Kaidoh leans forward, his arm behind Momoshiro's neck, and yanking him close so that their lips meet. It never fails to make him feel hot and have electricity fizzle through his body, sparking him over and over again. Kaidoh shows off just how good he is at making Momoshiro feel like mush by moving his mouth over his, just the way he likes it. This time, Kaidoh tastes like lemon, he must like changing chapstick flavours. He forgets why they're kissing in the first place, and he responds to Kaidoh's touch like he usually does, and moves with him, exchanging saliva and grabbing at his back and meshing their bodies together. Kaidoh then roughly shoves him away—just when he really got into the mood.
Momoshiro growls. "That doesn't prove anything," he says childishly. He quickly looks around if there was no one else on the rooftop but them, luckily the coast is clear. Then he smiles widely at Kaidoh. "You can call me Momo-chan!"
"Takeshi," Kaidoh says straight forward.
"Huh?"
"I'll call you Takeshi."
Momoshiro wonders when's the last time someone who wasn't part of his family called him by his first name, and he can't seem to place anyone at all, so it feels strange. He shrugs.
"Do whatever you want, I'm still gonna call you Kaoru-chan."
Kaidoh narrows his eyes. "Take-tan."
Momoshiro snorts loudly. "Oh, that's a good one, Kaoru-chan, keep it up, because calling me with –tan sure makes you look less like a girl! Perfect!"
This makes Kaidoh's cheek turn red, and Momoshiro is loving every second of it; a blushing Mamushi is an adorable Mamushi. Not like he'll ever say this out loud, and especially not towards Kaidoh himself. He resists the urge to continue their make-out from minutes ago, he wants to squeeze and hug him to pieces—but that's too affectionate, not to mention out of character. He's not the girl, Kaidoh is. And it's not like they cuddle or anything.
"Fine," says Kaidoh gruffly.
Momoshiro looks dumbstruck. "Seriously?"
"Only if you'll stop calling me Mamushi."
Ouch, that's a hard one. The nickname Mamushi was basically hard-wired into his brain, and it just sort of flips out of his mouth every once in a while, he doesn't do it consciously. How can he control something he doesn't do on purpose? But if it makes Kaidoh happy, he'll try to prevent himself from saying it, for now. He's sure he'll fail at it though.
"Deal," he says with a smile and he sticks out his hand towards Kaidoh.
Kaidoh slaps it away and starts eating again.
Regardless of what they call each other now, the most used nicknames for each other would still have to be 'idiot', 'dumbass', 'asshole' and 'moron', and that's not likely to be changing anytime soon.
He forgets to tease Kaidoh about having no friends in his class.
oOo
"Takeshi! Watch where you're going!"
"Why don't you watch where you're going, Kaoru-chan!"
Eiji looks at the both of them with a very confused look on his face. They're playing doubles against Eiji and their new team captain on the courts (they're already regulars of course), and Kaidoh just had to yell at him for bumping into him.
"Ne, I don't think it's very nice to use each other's first names as insults," he pipes in.
But Momoshiro and Kaidoh don't hear Eiji, as they're bumping heads against each other, and getting ready to have another brawl and completely forget about their tennis match.
"You play tennis like a little girl, Kaoru-chan," bites Momoshiro.
"Fshuuu, my tennis is much better than yours, you play like a blind moron, Takeshi."
"Say that to my face, dumbass!"
"I am saying it to your face, idiot!"
"Hey, are those two alright?" asks their new captain, a third year.
Eiji scratches the back of his head, he's not really sure. "I think so. They've always been like that."
"Are they really that good at doubles though?"
"Well, yeah. Surprisingly. They might fight each other, but they know each other's moves pretty well. They're very good double partners."
Momoshiro punches Kaidoh. The captain does not look convinced.
oOo
Momoshiro isn't ignoring Kaidoh. Well, maybe just a little bit. Last time when he tried to steal some of his lunch, Kaidoh locked him up on the rooftop. And he's not about to forget that, so he won't have lunch with him anymore. Hence why he's eating lunch with his three classmates. Stupid Kaidoh.
"Hey Momo-san, are you going to get home-made chocolate from your girlfriend this weekend?"
"Am I what now?" asks Momoshiro, who is pulled out of his thoughts of stabbing Kaidoh with a laser beam.
"Are you going to get chocolate on Valentine's Day from your girlfriend?" Souichi repeats.
Oh. Chocolate? On Valentine's Day? That sounds so ... normal. Momoshiro is not normal. And Kaidoh is not a girl.
"I don't think so," he says.
Yamada looks surprised. "What, why not? Isn't it normal for your girlfriend to give you some?"
Momoshiro wants to tell them Kaidoh is not his girlfriend, and even if he was, he'd still not be getting any. Not like he even wants some stupid chocolate from the snake—he won't even let him eat his lunch! And he's ignoring Kaidoh for now, for being a dumbass.
"Well, we're sort of fighting ..."
"Oh ..." says Souichi sadly. "I know! Why don't you make up with her on Valentine's Day? Give her a card or something?"
A card? For Kaidoh? Don't make me laugh.
"No way, that's just so ... girly." And Momoshiro is anything but girly. He's manly.
"Really? I see a lot of guys giving their girlfriends things on Valentine's Day as well. Like roses and stuff."
Momoshiro starts to imagine giving a bouquet of roses to Kaidoh, sitting on his knee, and presenting it like a diamond ring. That's just too much, so Momoshiro starts to laugh. And then he promptly stops, because what the heck; why is he imagining things like that? Kaidoh is not his girlfriend! Or boyfriend! They don't do Valentine's Day. They do each other.
Eww, that sounds even nastier.
"Fine, I'll buy the damn card," he mutters after some more pestering by Souichi and Yamada.
Momoshiro stops by a grocery store, and spends a good hour to find a card that didn't look too gay. He eventually settles on a plain blank card with a hamburger on it.
oOo
Alright, so it started out with Momoshiro ignoring Kaidoh, for something he can't even remember anymore—but now the snake is ignoring him! For three whole days, they've done nothing but sneer at each other, and there was no after math of sucking face. Momoshiro can't believe himself when he says it, but he sort of, kind of, perhaps, might miss Kaidoh. Not him as a person of course, but as a fight buddy. And a kiss buddy, but that sounds gay, so he settles on fight buddy.
But he really wants to kiss again though.
Weekend arrives, and Momoshiro knows it's Valentine's Day. For some reason, he thinks Kaidoh might call him up, for some kind of secret training so that he won't look stupid when he secretly hands over his chocolates to Momoshiro. Yeah, something like that. But after staring at his phone for two hours, he realizes he's being stupid, and Kaidoh's being stupid, and he picks up the phone himself and dials Kaidoh's number.
"Kaidoh," says Kaidoh when he picks up.
Momoshiro tries to ignore the slight amount of happiness he gets from hearing his voice again. "Yo, Kaoru-chan."
He can hear Kaidoh slowly hiss at the embarrassing nickname, but he doesn't say anything else, and Momoshiro is feeling good. "Let's go play street tennis." It's the only excuse Momoshiro currently has in his mind. Playing tennis. Yeah, that doesn't sound suspicious at all.
"Okay," says Kaidoh surprisingly. Weren't they ignoring each other?
What the hell was he thinking inviting Kaidoh to street tennis in this freezing weather? He can barely take out his hands out of his pockets, let alone hold a racket. Momoshiro kicks a pebble on the road as he waits for Kaidoh to arrive at the small little tennis court. It's cold, but he's dressed up warmly at least. His stupid card is stuffed somewhere in his bag, and he doesn't know whether he'll give it to Kaidoh or not. Didn't he buy it in the first place because he wanted to stop ignoring Kaidoh? If that's the reason, then he doesn't really need to give him the card anymore, because Kaidoh is running towards him at his usual jogging pace, his tennis bag thrown across his shoulder.
Well, they're definitely not ignoring each other anymore. But there's still no kissing, and Momoshiro tries his best not to hop over to Kaidoh and kiss him right there. Because there's people around, you know.
"You run like a girl," says Momoshiro. He's gotta say something, right?
"Funny, you hit like one."
"Okay Mamushi, that's it—let's settle this on the court."
Kaidoh hisses angrily, a different kind of hiss. "Don't call me Mamushi."
Oh right, he forgot about that one. He knew he was going to screw up sooner or later. Momoshiro tries to play it cool by ignoring what Kaidoh says, and he throws the tennis ball up in the air to serve. Kaidoh quickly pulls out his racket and hits the ball back. They both shut up and play each other seriously.
"That was so in!" yells Momoshiro after ending the game with his awesome dunk smash.
"No you idiot, it was out of bounds. Look, you can see the mark you left behind with your idiotic smash," says Kaidoh and he taps his foot somewhere on the line to indicate where it went out of bounds.
"That's in!" cries out Momoshiro.
"It's out!"
Momoshiro stomps over to Kaidoh's side, and he looks at the mark that was left behind by his dunk smash.
"That's completely, 100 percent in!"
Kaidoh pushes Momoshiro aside. "That's out, you moron!"
Momoshiro shoves himself against Kaidoh as well. "No it's not, it's inside of the white line."
Kaidoh retaliates, and Momoshiro tries to hide his smirk. "You really do play like a blind moron—that's out!"
They get into a shoving fight, and Momoshiro feels warm again. Not because he missed fighting with Kaidoh, but because it's cold, and making him move around makes him feel warmer. And because he missed fighting with Kaidoh.
Somewhere along the line they end up on the ground, and Momoshiro's on top of Kaidoh, and kissing him. His lips feel completely dry and cold because of the weather, and it's not pleasant at all—yet his toes are curling up and his heart pumps more blood to his cold and flamed cheeks. At least he tastes like strawberry. He feels all lightheaded and stuff, and is filled up with a luke-warm sort of feeling when Kaidoh's tongue starts touching his. Well, maybe he did miss kissing Kaidoh too. Just a little bit.
This doesn't make him gay.
"Get off, it's cold," Kaidoh finally says.
Momoshiro thinks of a great witty comeback, something along the lines of 'let me heat you up', but shuts his mouth, because that sounds gay. They sit on the cold ground, huddled up next to each other for warmth. He wonders how normal couples spend Valentine's Day together. Do they play street tennis when it's freezing as well? Not that he and Kaidoh were a couple or anything. Definitely not.
"Hey, I got something for you," says Momoshiro. He remembers the stupid card that's stuffed at the bottom of his bag. He gets up to pull it out, and walks back to Kaidoh again. "Here." He shoves the card into his face.
Kaidoh grabs it with shaking and red fingers. "What's this?"
"It's a fucking card, you dumbass."
"Oh." Kaidoh stares at it, as if it's contaminated or something. Like Momoshiro did something funny with it.
"Well, read it."
"Oh," he says again. He slowly opens up the blank card with the hamburger on it. Momoshiro didn't expect Kaidoh to read it out loud though, in a very monotone-like voice. "Roses are red, violets are blue, you stink, and your tennis does too. Happy Valentine's Day, Kaoru-chan."
"Good one, right? Took me all night to come up with that one! I've got some more, wanna hear 'em?"
Kaidoh simply glares at him with the look of death. Momoshiro grins stupidly, and he hopes he didn't piss Kaidoh off even more. It was a joke, he can tell, right? Kaidoh's death glare doesn't change, okay so maybe it was a bad joke. The snake gets up, perhaps to punch Momoshiro, or tackle him to the ground (and maybe do some more kissing), but he doesn't, he walks over to his own bag. He searches through it, and Momoshiro leans over to see what he's doing, but his back is blocking his sight, and then he throws something at Momoshiro's head.
"Ow, what the hell!" The object falls into Momoshiro's lap, and he stares at it. It's a pink bag, tied close with a girly little ribbon. Momoshiro picks it up between his index finger and thumb while rubbing the back of his head. "What's this?" he asks curiously, inspecting the bag.
"It's definitely not some stupid card," says Kaidoh.
Momoshiro gives him a dry look. "I can see that, idiot."
"I didn't make it for you," Kaidoh starts to say. Momoshiro unties the girly ribbon. "My mom was making some for my dad, and she had some leftovers." He's talking fast, and not looking at Momoshiro.
Momoshiro opens the pink bag and looks inside; it's filled with little heart shaped chocolates. He doesn't really know what to say; what is there even left to say after Kaidoh gives him home-made chocolate on Valentine's Day? Sure, he bought him a card too, but he didn't expect Kaidoh to actually give him something as well. Okay, maybe he was hoping he would just a little bit. Just a teeny tiny bit.
"Uhh. Thanks," says Momoshiro slowly. He takes one of the chocolates out of the bag and pops it into his mouth, since he doesn't really know what else to say anymore. The chocolate starts to melt on his tongue, it tastes sweet. He wonders what it would be like to kiss Kaidoh with chocolate in his mouth.
Kaidoh sits down next to him, and steals one of the chocolates out of his bag, and takes a bite out of it.
Momoshiro pulls the bag away and hugs it possessively. "Hey, these are mine!"
"So, I made them."
Momoshiro's eyes grow large and he stares at Kaidoh. Then Kaidoh stares at him with wide eyes as well.
"Uhm, I mean, I helped make them," he says quickly. He tries to hide his face by digging it into his jacket, but Momoshiro sees his cherry red cheeks. Alright, they were already red from the cold weather, but he's sure they're even more so now.
Momoshiro stares at the girly pink bag in his hands, then looks back at Kaidoh, then stares back at the bag again. Not thinking clearly anymore, Momoshiro takes out another chocolate and puts it into his mouth. He leans closer to Kaidoh, who finally turns his head to look at him.
"What are you—" He's silenced when Momoshiro puts his mouth on his.
The chocolate starts to melt onto his tongue again, and Momoshiro pries Kaidoh's unwilling lips open, and he slides his chocolate covered tongue against Kaidoh's. They both shiver, whether due to the cold, or due to something else, it's not quite clear. But they lick each other clean, the sweet chocolate swimming around in their mouths, it's giving him a sugar rush. It tastes like strawberry chocolate. He feels a bit dizzy, like he's been eating too many hamburgers even though they taste so good. And Kaidoh's tasting really good right now too, so Momoshiro doesn't stop, he hungrily devours him whole, his hands clutching at his jacket and pulling him close. There's so much saliva being exchanged, it feels hot and wet and sticky and very sweet, neither of them willing to stop.
When the sweet taste of chocolate has finally dissolved, they pull apart. Momoshiro feels like he's high on some kind of drug, and he briefly wonders if Kaidoh put something strange inside of the chocolate, because right now, Kaidoh's looking extremely tasty to him. The way his lips are smeared with spit, and some chocolate, the way his red cheeks match his tired eyes ... Butterflies are flying around in his stomach, and he feels goose bumps rise on his arms. Momoshiro finally looks away from Kaidoh.
Is he really gay?
"Thanks ... for the card," mumbles Kaidoh all of the sudden.
If he knew he was going to be making out with Kaidoh's home-made chocolate he would have given him a better card. "Yeah," he responds, not quite sure what else to say. He looks over at Kaidoh again, and sees little puffs of hot air emerge from his mouth.
"Can I stay over at your place?" Momoshiro asks. His cheeks are red; he knows he's blushing, but he hopes Kaidoh can't really tell, and will blame it on the cold. He doesn't really know why he asked, but he wants to stay with Kaidoh for a little longer. Just a little bit.
Kaidoh raises his eyebrows, and it looks like he's going to call Momoshiro a perverted gay idiot, but then he coughs and looks away. "Are you going to call me boring again?"
Momoshiro grins. "That depends on what we end up doing."
oOo
"No," Kaidoh says flat-out.
Momoshiro's happy smile quickly drains away. "Well that was sort of mean." He's sitting on top of Kaidoh's bed—his two persons bed—and he's decided to not sleep in the futon, because wow, that mattress sure is soft!
"Get out of my bed, you sleep on the floor."
Momoshiro glares at the boy. "That's rude, you know? I'll get back pains when I sleep on a futon. And your mattress is sooo soft," he says this while he spreads all his limbs across the bed and buries his face into Kaidoh's pillow. He inhales the scent of Kaidoh's room when Kaidoh isn't looking.
"No," he says more firmly this time.
"There's only one way to get me off of this bed," says Momoshiro. Before he can tell Kaidoh what that is, Kaidoh has already grabbed his ankles and pulls him off of his bed. He lands on the futon, face first.
"Asshole!" he yells out immediately.
They start another fight again, like they always do, grabbing at each other's shirts, punching, slapping—biting doesn't seem to be all that new either. The longer they fight, the more tired they become, and the less power their punches have. There's only one way to solve this dispute, and Momoshiro catches Kaidoh's face with his hands, and kisses him. It's strange, that this is how they stop fighting with each other; their fights are merely foreplay to lead them into kissing. Not that Momoshiro minds, and Kaidoh doesn't seem to care either, because he's moving his mouth against Momoshiro's like he's singing a soft lullaby that gives Momoshiro goose bumps.
In the back of his mind, he hopes Kaidoh locked his room; he remembers how his mom walked in on them that one time, and she's either completely stupid, or a really nice person, because she didn't say a thing. He doesn't want to go through that embarrassing scene again.
"What's wrong with sleeping in your bed," Momoshiro mumbles against his lips.
Kaidoh's hands run up his back. "I don't want you in it."
Momoshiro's tongue slides across Kaidoh's lips, he does the same to him. "Too bad, I'm sleeping in there anyway."
"No you're not." Their tongues touch, and talking is temporarily disabled.
They part, a thin trail of saliva connects to each other's lips. "Try and stop me then, dumbass."
Momoshiro gets his wish, he's in Kaidoh's bed, though he's sitting on the very edge of the fine mattress, and if he dares to creep a little closer to the snake, he'll get kicked away. Bastard.
"Stop moving so much," hisses Kaidoh.
Even though it's dark, Momoshiro can tell his back is turned to him, and he wonders how he can even tell if he gets closer or not. "Well, you're not giving me much space to work with here," he bites back.
"You wanted to sleep in my bed, so that's all you're gonna get. Deal with it or get out."
"You are such an ass."
"And you are such an idiot. Shut up and go to sleep."
Momoshiro moves his body again, trying to get comfortable. He gets kicked in his shin by Kaidoh. "Stop moving!"
"I'm trying to get comfortable!"
"Get comfortable faster!"
Momoshiro writhes underneath the covers on purpose, now only thinking of annoying Kaidoh because he was being an ass for only giving him a little bit of space on his huge and soft mattress. Kaidoh hisses in annoyance, and Momoshiro smirks; mission accomplished. Not even thinking about it, Momoshiro pushes himself forward, against Kaidoh's back, and he can feel his warm skin against his chest (Kaidoh doesn't wear a shirt when he goes to bed, apparently). Skillfully he throws an arm around Kaidoh and holds him in his place, so that he can't squirm out of his hold and try to kick him instead.
"Let go of me," Kaidoh growls as he tries to wiggle out of Momoshiro's strong arm.
"Nah, I think I'll sleep like this. Much more comfortable." Alright, that sounded really gay, like he wants to sleep while holding Kaidoh—when he really just wants to annoy him instead.
"Ugh!" Kaidoh finally stops squirming against him, and he stays still.
It's quiet, and Momoshiro's arm rises up and down as Kaidoh breathes quietly, and this is making him a bit nervous because he expected the snake to start another fight with him. He did not expect him to be dormant and lay still, with Momoshiro pressed up against his back, his arm wrapped around his waist, as if they were cuddling or something.
That's the problem: they don't cuddle. Ever. They're not ... like that. Today has already been a little different, what with exchanging gifts, but cuddling ... They kiss, yes, and they fight a lot, but being quiet and comfortable like this is still new territory for Momoshiro. He feels a lot more comfortable being punched in the face and yelling insults, at least he knows what to do then. He doesn't know what to do when Kaidoh keeps still, and lets him hold him like that, as if it were natural and not annoying at all. Is it natural to do this? Is it right to enjoy it? To feel warm, relaxed and kind of lightheaded because he's holding Kaidoh against him?
He can't really be gay ...
Momoshiro bumps his forehead against the back of Kaidoh's head, and he can really smell his musky scent, which has this calming effect on him, almost like a sleeping drug. He closes his eyes; he can hold him. For now.
When he wakes up, he feels whoozy and very sleepy, and his eyes feel like lead. He scrunches up his nose because there's something that's making him itchy. He cracks an eye open, and looks down, down at Kaidoh's hair which is stuffed in his face, and even lower, where Kaidoh's face is resting on his shoulder, and his arm is wrapped around Momoshiro's stomach. Not to mention the fact that Momoshiro's arm is sitting underneath Kaidoh's head, acting as a pillow for him.
He tries to get his arm back without waking him up, because damn, all the blood stopped circulating in it because of the pressure from Kaidoh's head, and he starts to feel a thousand needles prick into his skin as his arm slowly wakes up. Each slight movement gets him stabbed by another thousand needles, so he gives up, and lets his stupid arm be used as a pillow. For now.
Good thing he didn't have to wait long, because his actions have stirred Kaidoh awake, and now he raises his head from his shoulder.
"Ahhh," says Momoshiro in relief when Kaidoh pushes himself away from him. He pulls his arm back and starts rubbing it to wake it up.
Kaidoh looks confused at Momoshiro, he's probably not all the way awake yet, and probably wondering why he's sleeping next to his rival.
"Sorry," says Kaidoh all of the sudden. His voice is kind of cracked, but not annoyingly so.
"Huh? For what?" asks Momoshiro.
Kaidoh returns to his own pillow, and his eyes stare into Momoshiro's, and it's strangely alluring. "I slept on it, sorry."
Oh, he means his arm. "It's alright," he says, because he doesn't know what else to say. It's not like it was bad waking up like that or something, it's just that his arm fell asleep that made him uncomfortable.
He gets the feeling back into his arm, and sighs in relief. He puts it back down, in between him and Kaidoh, the back of his hand touching Kaidoh's on accident, but neither pull away. Kaidoh's eyes are still staring at him, and he wonders what's so interesting about his face. Well, he is rather handsome ...
Momoshiro thinks of a great retort to tell Kaidoh off and make him feel embarrassed for staring at him, but the weird thing is, instead of opening his mouth to use his witty remark, he uses it to cover Kaidoh's.
Alright, that didn't go as planned. Damn. Kaidoh's lips are dry and chapped. Double damn. So are his though, but he won't admit that. Kaidoh however, seems to have realized this, and he quickly flicks his tongue over his lips to make them wet, and Momoshiro does the same, and they're back to pressing their lips together. They move together, in perfect sync, because they've done this a hundred times already—but it still feels as good as ever. He still feels that flame rise up inside of him, crackling loudly, making him feel hot wherever Kaidoh touched him. Like Kaidoh is the sun, and he's basking in his warmth.
Momoshiro shifts his weight, he half-way leans over Kaidoh, because subconsciously, he still likes to be on top. In a literal way, not in that gay kind of way. His train of thought runs dead when Kaidoh uses his tongue. They're sliding together, swirling, pushing and Momoshiro is now completely on top of Kaidoh, his left knee in between Kaidoh's legs, and his right leg on the outside. He's leaning on his hands besides Kaidoh's head, and lowers himself down to push his tongue deeper into his mouth.
"Haa," says Kaidoh as he takes in a sharp breath.
A spark made out of fire and electricity shocks him to the bone, and he wants more of it, he wants more of Kaidoh, he wants Kaidoh to continue making weird sounds, because he's addicted to it. One more time, he just wants to hear it one more time. The tip of their tongues clash together, but this time it's Momoshiro who groans something incoherent. Any other time, he would have pulled back and stopped, because it's embarrassing to let Kaidoh hear him like that (he enjoys it the other way though), but this time, he's still sliding his tongue against Kaidoh, he has no plans of pulling back.
Momoshiro's fingers start running through Kaidoh's long hair, twirling some of it around his finger and pulling it slightly. Kaidoh's back is arching up against him, his naked chest molding into his, and Momoshiro suddenly wants to take off his shirt, and really feel their skin together. So he does; he leaves Kaidoh's hair alone, as well as his lips—Kaidoh makes a small sound out of protest and disappointment—and he quickly rids himself of his shirt, and throws it somewhere across the room.
Kaidoh doesn't waste a second, his hands are already on Momoshiro's naked chest, running along his muscles, towards his neck. Momoshiro bites his lip, and he fists some of Kaidoh's hair in return, because he feels like he's burning, burning because of Kaidoh's hands, which are hot and soft and he can't get enough of it. Kaidoh's hands are now behind his neck, and he uses a tremendous amount of strength to pull him down towards his face, Momoshiro lets out a strangled yelp. It gets muffled when their mouths clash together though. And they're back, kissing each other again, with Kaidoh's hands exploring his back—and fuck that's feeling really good right now.
They're both panting, as if they've been running Kaidoh's regular jogging route ten times already, and he feels as lightheaded as the first time as well. Momoshiro looks down at Kaidoh's body below him, at his muscular chest, and he really wants to touch it. So his hand runs along the side of his ribs, up towards the delicate pink flesh situated on his chest. He wonders what would happen if he rubs his thumb across it, and without thinking much else, he does. Momoshiro uses his thumb to softly touch Kaidoh's nipple.
Kaidoh hisses against Momoshiro's mouth, and he bites his lips.
"Ow!" growls Momoshiro. He is about to call him an ass for biting him, but Kaidoh's already back, gently sucking on the spot that he bit, as a sort of apology, and Momoshiro's arms turn to mush—that's a very good apology.
So he does it again, flicking his thumb over the now erect nipple. As expected, Kaidoh hisses and he arches his back, squirming underneath Momoshiro. He grins against his lips; feeling so superior that he can draw those kind of reactions out of him. He wants to do it more. He reluctantly leaves Kaidoh's lips, which are red and very raw, and he lowers his head down even more, towards the nook of Kaidoh's neck, and touches it with his lips.
"Fshuuu!" hisses Kaidoh out loud, while scratching Momoshiro's back (that's gonna leave a mark), simply because Momoshiro is sucking a certain spot on his neck that he knows makes Kaidoh go crazy.
Hiss some more, he thinks, squirm some more, let go of all those weird little sounds that say he's enjoying this as much as Momoshiro is. Dominating Kaidoh does feel rather good.
Except of course, Kaidoh can't stand for that, despite letting out tiny little gasps from his mouth as Momoshiro leaves a trail of soft kisses on his neck. He shoves Momoshiro off of him, who yells out in surprise and crashes against the wall, and Kaidoh is now on him, pushing him harshly against the wall, not letting him escape. He forces his mouth on him, and they angrily suck, lick and there's even some biting thrown in there. Momoshiro lets him, not because Kaidoh's stronger than him and he can't get free, but because it feels rather good. And because he can't get free.
Now his hands are on Kaidoh's back, feeling around, rubbing, and scratching him as payback from before. The snake seems to like that though, judging from the way his body shivers against him when his nails dig deep into his skin—so he does it again. Kaidoh shivers violently, and he pushes his mouth harder against Momoshiro's. Heh, this is fun. Kaidoh shifts his weight to get a bit more comfortable, and his knee brushes up against Momoshiro's extreme hard-on.
"Nggh!" he groans at the sudden contact. He pulls Kaidoh closer so that he can't see his red face; because that felt really, really good, and he hates how he can't control these pleasurable moans coming out of his mouth.
Kaidoh's not stupid, he probably knows what his knee just touched, and Momoshiro wonders if he'll stop now. They've never gone this far, sure there's been plenty of times where he got really turned on just by making out with Kaidoh, but again, they've never gone this far. Perhaps it was his own fault, for getting scared and embarrassed at doing something about it, but when Kaidoh's warm and half-naked body is pressed up against him, Momoshiro throws a big middle finger up towards his original thoughts. Screw that, this feels good.
And then it's Kaidoh's turn at sucking Momoshiro's neck. He's only done it a handful of times, because each time he's done it, it felt so good, so sensitive, that Momoshiro's body collapses in one long drawn-out moan, and he was so embarrassed by it that he shoved Kaidoh away. That was then, this is now.
"Kaoru!" he says. Not because he's saying his name in ecstasy or something gay like that, but because if Kaidoh won't stop now ... then he's gonna ... he's gonna ...
Kaidoh's tongue slides up his neck, and it feels so weird and wet, and now Momoshiro is the one who's squirming against him. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—fuck. He can feel all these wonderful pleasurable feelings build up, they're just waiting to explode, it just needs a trigger. His harsh breathing turn into gasps, fuck, he can't control it.
"Kaoru ..." he tries to warn him. Except Kaidoh seems to think this is some form of encouragement, and instead of sucking on his neck, like he's been doing, he uses his teeth to bite the very sensitive spot.
Momoshiro starts clawing at Kaidoh's back and leans forwards. "Ah, ah!" he screams. He feels so violated, so sensitive, and his body is shaking all over and Momoshiro doesn't know what to do when Kaidoh's teeth are still imprinting him. So he does the same. He leans his head down and bites the side of Kaidoh's neck in return, partly because he wants to stifle his embarrassing moans, and partly because he thinks this way Kaidoh will stop biting him.
But he doesn't, not at all, in fact, Kaidoh bites down harder, and sucks too—Momoshiro's entire body trembles like an earthquake and he grabs Kaidoh's shoulder to help keep him up straight as he feels his penis twitch and the first wave of his orgasm arrives along with the muscle spasms.
"Hnnggh," he breathes through his nose, sinking his teeth deeper into Kaidoh's sweaty neck. He rocks his body against Kaidoh, something he can't seem to control, and the second wave of his orgasm finally pulls everything out in one of the greatest explosion he's ever experienced before.
He can feel Kaidoh rock against him as well, his body also trembling, and his teeth are starting to really hurt—but for some reason, Momoshiro likes it, and his eyes roll backwards as the seed inside of him pumps empty. His muscles slowly stop contracting, and ahhh, he's feeling so good right about now.
Kaidoh finally stops biting his neck, and a breath of fresh air touches it, making it pinch slightly.
"Fshuuuu," says Kaidoh in a very, very low and relaxed hiss.
Momoshiro finally lets go of Kaidoh's neck as well, and he breathes heavily, catching his breath, now leaning his head against Kaidoh's as a form of support. He feels hot and sweaty, relaxed and high, not to mention sticky, but it's the greatest feeling in the world. Momoshiro simply slumps his body against Kaidoh's, their bodies molding together , very sweaty and very sticky.
A few seconds tick by in silence, if by silence you mean deep breaths, and Momoshiro still doesn't have it in him to move away. No, this feels comfy, albeit very sticky, and he doesn't quite want to face Kaidoh yet—he's sure he looks completely out of it, and he doesn't want to think about how completely mortifying it is that he just came simply by Kaidoh biting his neck. That's just embarrassing. Kaidoh doesn't seem to be making any efforts to move away either, his head leaning on Momoshiro's shoulder, and his breath tickling his back.
Actually, now that Momoshiro is becoming more aware, he realizes it's not just his own sticky shorts that he feels down there. It's Kaidoh's as well. Then he wants to slap himself silly; he was so completely absorbed in his own orgasm, that he didn't realize Kaidoh was having his at the same time as well! Oh, so that's why he was trembling so much and hissing. That makes sense. Now Momoshiro feels even more embarrassed; they had just successfully made each other come, through nothing but biting each other's necks. Was that really all it took? Were they really that horny? Does this make him gay?
Kaidoh suddenly moves his head a bit, his hair making Momoshiro feel a bit itchy, and he plants a very soft kiss on the spot that he'd been biting just moments ago. It feels nice though, because the more time goes on, the more Momoshiro's neck starts to hurt like a bitch; Kaidoh really bit him hard. So tiny kisses like this are okay with him. Momoshiro finally looks down at Kaidoh's neck as well, to see the damage he's done to him. There's a half oval full of red teeth marks printed into his neck. Ouch, that looks painful. He feels sort of bad now. He kisses it as well, not because he wants to make him feel better, but because Kaidoh did it first. And because he wants to make him feel better.
He doesn't know how long they stayed like that, their bodies sweaty and sticky, slumped against each other in a big mess. But he does know Kaidoh is the first one to move, and it's Momoshiro's fault, because his stomach suddenly rumbles, that work-out made him really hungry.
Kaidoh lifts his head away from Momoshiro's shoulder. "Do you only ever think about food?" he asks with a snort.
Momoshiro wants to say that no, that's not all that he thinks about, because minutes ago, he was thinking just how fucking fantastic it felt to be bitten on his neck. But he's never ever going to utter those words, so Momoshiro stays silent.
Kaidoh then finally separates himself from Momoshiro, and he doesn't know if he's prepared for this or not, he's embarrassed that he did something like that with Kaidoh, not to mention embarrassed at just how little it took to send him over the edge. Kaidoh slides off of his bed, and he stands up, and Momoshiro finally musters up the courage to look at him. His breath hitches in his throat when his eyes land upon Kaidoh.
His cheeks—no—his entire face, including his ears, and even his neck, and some other parts of his body as well, are completely red. Shiny and sweaty red. The boy in front of him looks nothing like the usual Kaidoh, the one whose face is always pulled in an angry scowl, no ... the one in front of him looks so vulnerable, so delicate, he's wobbling on his feet, and his usual crazy looking eyes are half-closed and they're staring at him. Staring at him so intensely, that Momoshiro's heart is set on fire again.
No, that's definitely not the usual Kaidoh. That's a side of Kaidoh he's never seen before, and he's probably the only person to have ever seen him like that—and that's a good thing, because he's overcome by feelings of possessiveness, to never let anyone see him like that. Kaidoh's his damnit.
Shit, that really does make him gay.
"Got any tissues?" asks Momoshiro awkwardly, breaking up the silence.
Kaidoh nods his head, and he walks towards his desk, opens up a drawer, and pulls out a bunch of tissues. He grabs some for himself, and flings the rest towards Momoshiro. They clean themselves up in an uncomfortable silence. What the hell do you say after doing something like this? Hey, that was nice, let's do it again? Or, I'm sorry for biting you so hard that I left painful marks? Momoshiro doesn't know, it's confusing. He doesn't know how to act gay.
Kaidoh then walks towards his wardrobe and takes out some boxers. Two of them. He splits them apart, and then hands one over to Momoshiro, who just looks at it with a stupid look on his face.
"Take it," he hisses.
"Why?"
"Fine, don't take it. You can sit in your own filth the entire day for all I care."
Momoshiro quickly pulls it from his hands before he can take it back. Which now makes him face a new dilemma: he'll have to undress naked in front of Kaidoh—and he's not yet gay enough to do that!
Luckily, Kaidoh disappears from his room with a tow of other clothes in his hands, probably going towards his bathroom to dress up. Momoshiro sighs in relief, then he takes off his own sticky boxers and puts on Kaidoh's black ones. He feels weird for wearing his boxers, but he's not gonna go naked. He scans the room for his shirt, which he threw off of him while sucking the daylights out of Kaidoh, and the memory makes him blush and feel awkward again. He spots it hanging off of the corner from Kaidoh's wardrobe, and quickly pulls it down.
Five minutes later and Kaidoh returns, fully dressed, and Momoshiro is also fully dressed, already packing up his things. He doesn't really know what to say to Kaidoh now. He hasn't been gay long enough to know what to do now. He knows how to insult Kaidoh, start fights with Kaidoh, he even knows how to kiss him, but he doesn't know how to face him after getting each other off. Momoshiro finally then mumbles something about going home, and he does.
He never does return Kaidoh's boxers though. Because it's embarrassing (how the hell do you hand over boxers without implying what they had done?), not because he wants to keep it.
oOo
The following Monday, Momoshiro tries hard not to stare at Kaidoh who's practicing on the courts.
"Kaidoh, what's that on your neck? Is it a bruise or something?" asks Eiji when Kaidoh walks by.
Kaidoh flushes red, and he immediately covers his neck with his hand. Somewhere in the background, Momoshiro coughs and pretends to not notice.
"It's nothing," he replies.
Momoshiro fights hard against the memories that are flooding back into his mind. He doesn't want to remember Kaidoh's little gasps of pleasure, or the way his hands felt on his body, or how vulnerable he looked like, or how they both came into their boxer shorts at the same time. Ah fuck, he's hard now. Inconspicuously, he puts his racket in front of himself, and hopes no one notices it.
"Looks pretty bad," muses Eiji, but then he thinks nothing of it.
Momoshiro gives Eiji a big, broad, fake-as-hell smile, and hopes his racket is covering his erection enough.
"Momo!" Eiji gasps. "You got a bruise on your neck too!"
Oh crap.
Momoshiro tries to hide the bruise, and simultaneously, tries to hide his hard-on (luckily it's going limp from being under pressure), but it's not working all that well, and Eiji is already walking over, coming to inspect the bruise closer.
"They're teeth marks!" he exclaims.
Oh double crap.
Momoshiro tries to find an excuse, like a dog bit him, or a vampire snuck into his room late at night—anything to not admit it was Kaidoh. "Uhm, ehh," he stumbles. He looks over at Kaidoh, as a signal for 'help me out here', but of course, it's not like they're psychic or something, and Kaidoh merely grunts at him, his face red.
Eiji however, notices Momoshiro's worried glance. "Hey you guys ... you can't be ..." He then looks at Kaidoh, whose red head is really not helping him out here, and then back at Momoshiro, who is probably also blushing madly.
The impending doom of his life being officially over starts to hang over Momoshiro's head. Well, at least there's one thing that went right: his erection is completely flaccid by now.
"Are you guys, like, dating each other?"
"What!" yells Momoshiro. Oh god, here it comes, the words that are threatening to spill from his mouth. The words that he doesn't really want to say. "That's ridiculous, Eiji-senpai! I'm not gay, and certainly not gay for Kaidoh!"
Kaidoh looks up, half from being shocked at hearing him yell all those things, and half because Momoshiro has reverted back to calling him by his last name.
"That's disgusting! I could never date that ugly snake—even if I were gay!" Oh fuck, the words just won't stop coming out like vomit.
"Gee, Momo, I was just joking you know," says Eiji with a nervous chuckle. "You don't need to take it so seriously."
"Dude, that's not funny. Not at all. Like we could ever be ..." Momoshiro sees the look on Kaidoh's face, a stark contrast of that tender side he saw just two days ago, now it's nothing but a broken and shattered look. A bar of iron—or twenty—drop inside of his stomach, and he feels completely sick and disgusted with himself.
So he runs away.
oOo
What do you do when you really fucked something up? What do you do when you said some things that you didn't really mean, but said them anyway? What do you do when you feel so sick you've been throwing up every day just thinking about it? What do you do when your heart aches, and it just won't stop hurting throughout the day?
What do you do when you really hurt someone?
Momoshiro doesn't know the answer to any of these questions. He lies in bed, curled up and hugging his upset stomach, staring at his wall like he's dead. Perhaps he can force Kaidoh to chug down a bottle full of bleach so he won't remember what Momoshiro said anymore. Or maybe things will get better if he lets him punch and break his nose again, though that seems sort of out of farfetched.
He knows he really fucked up good—made painfully clear by the fact that every time he sees Kaidoh at school, he has this look on his face, then turns away and doesn't even acknowledge Momoshiro. He doesn't know how to fix it, this thing with Kaidoh. He didn't mean any of it, he likes kissing with Kaidoh, and yeah, he might be a little gay, but worst of all ... he's just really disappointed in himself for crushing him like that.
Argh, he's gotta do something about it! He'll go crazy if he doesn't! So Momoshiro whips out his cellphone and dials Kaidoh's number. He already feels nervous and anxious, waiting for him to pick up. He doesn't though, even after calling him five more times. Momoshiro decides to personally go over to his house.
Except Kaidoh isn't home either, his mother telling him that he went out for a walk. Knowing Kaidoh, that meant jogging for a very long time. Momoshiro tries to remember Kaidoh's jogging route, and tries to meet him half-way. He hasn't even run for ten minutes when he's already dead-tired and exhausted. He briefly stops to catch his breath. Through some sort of divine coincidence, he literally bumps against Kaidoh, and they fall down together in a mess on the sidewalk.
"What the—" Kaidoh sees who he's crashed into, and immediately gets up.
"No wait, Kaoru!" Momoshiro grabs his jacket so he can't run away.
Kaidoh hisses. "Let go of me." He starts to run away, despite Momoshiro's grip on his jacket, and through sheer power Momoshiro gets dragged along.
"No, stop! I've got something to say!" He pulls harder at Kaidoh's jacket, but wow, he's a fucking beast, he's still pulling Momoshiro along. He's pretty sure the jacket has been stretched to oblivion by now.
"Let go, you fucking moron!" He finally stops and turns to Momoshiro. Momoshiro sees how Kaidoh makes a fist with his hand, and he pulls it back.
"Okay, you can hit me," Momoshiro says while preparing himself for the impact. It never comes though, and Kaidoh is walking away again. "Come back damnit! I need to tell you something!"
"I don't want to hear it!" Kaidoh's running now, and Momoshiro chases after him.
Momoshiro throws himself at Kaidoh, latching onto his legs, and down they go again. He's not letting go of Kaidoh's legs though, hugging them close to his body. "Just listen to me!" he says.
"Fine, I'm fucking listening," says Kaidoh with huge disdain. He twists his body around so he's at least sitting up straight, despite Momoshiro still holding onto his legs.
Well shit, now Momoshiro doesn't know what to say anymore. He's pretty damn sure Kaidoh won't forgive him for a simple 'sorry', and not even letting him break his nose would be a good enough apology. So what can he say?
"I'm, uhh, sorry." He wants to hit himself in the face.
"Fshuuu, get off!" Kaidoh struggles free and he gets up again.
"No, wait—I really am. Damnit, this is hard to say. I'm sorry for saying all those things, okay? I didn't mean, didn't mean them at all. I was embarrassed, and I didn't want anyone finding out about us ... and I know that doesn't excuse me for saying all those things, but I am really sorry, and I wish I could take it back. I really do. I'm sorry Kaoru."
Kaidoh stands still. At least he's not running away. "Idiot, crying is for girls."
Momoshiro wants to protest and say he isn't crying, when he realizes that there are tears coming out of his eyes. Fuck, when did that happen? "I'm not. The sun was in my eye," he says lamely and brushes them away. It's a cloudy winter day.
"I hate you, you know," says Kaidoh.
"Yeah, I know."
"I really want to break your nose again."
"Go ahead, I don't care."
"No, I won't. I'm not as cruel as you."
"Okay, I deserved that one ... I am really sorry, you know? I want us to ... go back to normal again."
Kaidoh huffs. "What's normal?"
"Fighting, yelling, insulting," Momoshiro starts to list. Then he looks into Kaidoh's eyes. "Touching, holding, kissing ..." Momoshiro looks away uncomfortably. "And ... more ... things." Thank god no one's around to witness this pitiful apology. He swallows loudly, and musters up all his courage to finish it with what he has wanted to say all along. "I think I might be gay for you."
Kaidoh laughs, a magical sound that heals all of Momoshiro's wounds and worries. He wonders if he's hallucinating, but Kaidoh is really laughing at him, and damnit, why are his eyes watering again? He's not that fucking girly! And why is that snake laughing at this heartfelt confession!
"Stop laughing, dumbass!" he says indignantly. "That took a lot to say out loud!"
"You are such an idiot! I already knew that!" says Kaidoh, roaring with laughter.
Momoshiro grows hot and red in his face, and he childishly stomps his feet on the ground. "Be my boyfriend!"
Kaidoh stops laughing. Momoshiro looks as if he just smelled someone's fart, his eyebrows knitted together in a huge confusing frown, because he's wondering what the hell he just said.
Kaidoh bends down his head, so that he hides most of his face. "... Only if you stop calling me Mamushi."
Wait, wait, wait, wait—what did he just say!
"Okay, deal."
Seriously, he didn't ... did he? No ... no way. He did. He really did.
oOo
Momoshiro spots the tall dark figure walking his way. "Hey guys, guys!" he calls for attention. His three classmates stop talking and look at him.
"Let me introduce you to Kaoru-chan!" he says cheerfully.
"Eh, really? We're really gonna meet your girlfriend?" asks Yamada.
"Yup!" And then, right as Kaidoh passes by, Momoshiro flings his arm around his shoulder and yanks him towards himself, and he crashes uncomfortably against Momoshiro's chest.
"Meet Kaoru-chan!" he says, still smiling.
His three classmates stare at him with dumbfounded looks on their faces.
Kaidoh hisses at them, and they all immediately take a step backwards. "Don't introduce me by that stupid name, moron," he says in a rough voice. He struggles free from Momoshiro's hold on him. "Don't be late for practice." Then he starts walking away.
Momoshiro is still grinning broadly; quite proud of not only introducing Kaidoh to his classmates which gave them the shock of their life, but also simultaneously teasing the snake. What's that proverb again? Two flies with one pebble? Yeah, that one.
"Momo-san," starts Yamada uncomfortably. "... That was Kaoru-chan?"
"Sure is. Ah, I'll talk to you guys later, I need to ask him something," he says, then he runs after Kaidoh.
Yamada looks at Souichi. "That was ..."
"A guy," finishes Souichi.
"Well, he sort of looked like a girl," pipes in Tanaka. They all nod their heads.
Momoshiro taps Kaidoh's shoulder, then completely covers him with his arm, hanging off of him. "Yo, Kaoru-chan," he says cheerfully.
"What do you want, Takeshi."
"Well, I have this question. It's deadly serious."
"What."
"Is the reason why you change the flavour of your chapstick every day, because you think I'll get bored of kissing you if it's the same old taste each time?"
Kaidoh shoves him so hard, Momoshiro cheek skids across the floor for several centimeters. Ouch. He can't stop grinning though. He picks himself up, rubs his cheek, then runs after Kaidoh again.
Yeah, he's gay for Kaidoh. He can live with that.