Characters: Kaidoh Kaoru & Momoshiro Takeshi
Location:
Dumbnuts Cove :D
Time: September 9
Rating: R
Summary: Momo and Kaidoh go fishing together and do other things together too.
Momoshiro stares down at Kaidoh panting for air in front of him.
“Let’s fish,” is all Momoshiro says, before he briskly walks past Kaidoh, towards Dumbnuts Cove. He’s got a bucket and a fishing net with him; Kaidoh won’t have much of a choice to continue his run, he’s going with him whether he likes it or not.
Kaidoh huffs. He doesn't protest, because he wouldn't mind the distraction. The hut has felt crowded the past few days, so Kaidoh's been avoiding hanging around in it for too long. He doesn't know what to do for Echizen that isn't already being done by someone more capable, so he ends up just standing there stiffly in a corner. Which is awkward. The whole situation is kind of weird.
At least he and Momoshiro have been keeping busy building a new shelter for Echizen and Hazue to share. It's slow going because Momoshiro is really intent on making sure everything is sturdy, and nothing leaks. But it gives Kaidoh something to do, and keeps him from spending all his free time running, because despite what he'd like to believe of himself, he can't exactly go running forever.
"Whatever," he says, and jogs after Momoshiro, easily catching up with him.
It might not look like it, but there’s one thing that’s been keeping Momoshiro sane these past few days. He’s had to deal with Echizen being hurt-yet again-through something of his own fault, and he’s been sleeping on the wooden floor because Echizen is occupying his bed, and Hazue is hogging his blankets, then he’s been really damn busy building a new (sturdier) home for Echizen, as well as Hazue. Can’t leave those two alone anymore. Momoshiro simply feels like a father, protecting his family, and it’s exhausting. Especially since Echizen’s ankle doesn’t look that great, and he’s burning up a fever.
All in all, there’s a lot on Momoshiro’s mind, and he would have gone completely insane and experienced a mental breakdown, if Kaidoh hadn’t been there with him. He doesn’t do much, offers no comforting words or awkward pats on the back, but Kaidoh is there. Being grumpy, and hissing, and does what he’s told. He calls Momoshiro an idiot, a dumbass and a moron every once in a while, but he‘s there. A bit stiff, a bit awkward, a bit clueless on what to do, but Momoshiro doesn’t ask for much. He just needs someone with him who is not hurt, not incapable of doing things, and doesn’t put up much of a fuss.
And Kaidoh really hasn’t kicked up much of a fuss. Which is good.
They have both been spending most of their time building the new hut, while Hazue looked after Echizen (if Momoshiro was out that is, he’d never leave him alone), who was still out. But someone had to make sure food was coming in (how do you feed an unconscious person? Stuff a fish down their throat?), and that someone was Momoshiro.
And Momoshiro didn’t go anywhere without Kaidoh lately, so that meant Kaidoh had to come too.
They walk mostly in silence, the bucket hitting Momoshiro’s thigh as he walks, bumping into his skin like an annoying fly that keeps bugging him. He ignores it. He’s just glad that Kaidoh won’t ask him anything, that he keeps his trap shut. Because it’s already weird enough to have the four of them underneath the same roof, he didn’t want to hear it coming from Kaidoh as well. So he’s a bit grateful for that, even though Kaidoh isn’t doing it consciously (he’s probably feeling too much like an awkward tree to speak up), but that’s alright with him.
“Did you check on the garden like I asked?” Momoshiro finally asks after a few minutes of silent walking.
Kaidoh nods. "Yeah." He stuffs his hands into his pockets. "Everything survived okay."
Then he turns to Momoshiro and adds dryly, "Except the sheet. It ripped right down the middle." Kaidoh is kind of impressed that Momoshiro even tried to sew anything in the first place, but he sort of sucked at it. Well, not everyone has Kaidoh's skillset.
“Well I didn’t expect a storm this big,” Momoshiro fires back with a roll of his eyes. “But it’s nice to know everything is okay … at least that didn’t get damaged.” His old shack must have really sucked if his garden was okay, but something made out of wood wasn’t.
“I think there’s someone else with a garden on this island too. Yuki-something, I don’t remember-I wonder what he did to keep it safe. And how’d he get one in the first place?” Momoshiro ponders for a bit on that question; he’s sure he and Kaidoh scavenged for the seeds on the ship, and got all there was to get.
Maybe that person is just growing island-vegetables stuff. Probably. If someone else is growing strawberries other than him, Momoshiro will throw a fit.
"How the hell should I know?" Kaidoh grumbles. He still hasn't met half the people living on the island anyway, and based on the few interactions he's had, he thinks maybe it's better to keep it that way.
“I don’t know-you’re always running, don’t you see some stuff?”
Kaidoh gives Momoshiro a flat look. "I don't go stalking other people..."
“Oh, others huh.” Momoshiro grins.
"Asshole," Kaidoh hisses, his mouth pulling into a frown. "I don't stalk anyone."
Momoshiro knocks the bucket into Kaidoh’s knee. He whistles.
Kaidoh glares at him. "Stop that."
“Hehe.” Momoshiro pulls his arms behind his head, and hangs the bucket against his back, looking nonchalant. “So Kaidoh-you still got that fish phobia?”
"W-what? I never had a phobia, moron," Kaidoh growls.
“Yeah you do, you’ve got tons! You’re scared of ghosts, spirits, dark places, loud noises, lightning, dirty things, unorganized rooms, and well, fish.”
"Dumbass." Kaidoh socks his fist against Momoshiro's arm. "I just don't like those things. There's a difference. I'm not scared." Even as he says it, his cheeks are turning kind of pink.
Momoshiro sways and bumps his hip into Kaidoh. “Nope, you’re definitely scared. You’ve always been, you’re not very good at hiding your secrets, you know.” Nor is Kaidoh a very good liar. “It was like that the day we met! I think I remember you yelling at me for dirtying your bandana. See? You’ve got a germphobia.”
"That's-shut up!" Kaidoh snarls. "There's nothing wrong with liking clean things."
“Except I was trying to clean it,” Momoshiro mumbles irritatedly.
"Huh?" Kaidoh gives him a puzzled look. "No you weren't, you messed it up."
“Well-blame Oishi! He switched out all the cleaning stuff. I thought it was soap …”
"Oh," Kaidoh says, a blank expression on his face. "I thought you were just trying to piss me off."
Momoshiro chuckles. “Piss you off? No. Far from it … I was just … sort of …” Telling Kaidoh outright that Momoshiro wanted to do something nice for Kaidoh so that they could be friends seemed really weird, and Kaidoh would probably call him a liar. And his stomach feels fuzzy. He lowers his arms and hangs the bucket in front of his knees. “I don’t know, we barely knew each other, and didn’t know anyone else either … it was just a friendly gesture.”
"Oh," Kaidoh repeats. His face feels warm, and he feels sort of strange, like he has something to feel guilty about. Well, he does remember kind of flying into a rage over his bandana almost immediately. Maybe he shouldn't have done that … But no, that's not his fault. Momoshiro shouldn't have been touching his stuff to begin with. And like he said, they didn't even know each other. Back then, he was just some kid with weird hair messing with Kaidoh's things. Yeah. Stupid moron.
It doesn't really help Kaidoh stop feeling embarrassed about the misunderstanding, but he deflects it away from himself and back at Momoshiro, elbowing him in the side. "Idiot," he grumbles.
“Asshole.” Momoshiro looks up at the sky. It’s sunny, there’s no more trace of the hideous storm they were in a few days ago.
“If you hadn’t flown off the handle, we might have actually been friends back then.” Which is a weird concept to think about; Kaidoh and him as friends. They had always been rivals, someone to beat, someone to hate, someone to yell at, someone to pull pranks on. It had never been ‘friends’. Lately, it still hasn’t even been ‘friend-like’, as they’ve been doing things that go way beyond that line.
But still, Momoshiro wonders how much his school life would have changed if he and Kaidoh started out as friends. No insults, no fights … actually, he doesn’t want to think about it. He likes the insults, the fights, the rivalry-he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Kaidoh snorts. "I'm sure you'd have pissed me off some other way," he points out. Because throughout middle school, that's just what Momoshiro did. Maybe Kaidoh did overreact at times but it was Momoshiro's fault for being so annoying! It was just the way things were; their personalities always collided with each other. Kaidoh doesn't see how they could have possibly been anything but rivals. Momoshiro would have had to be a completely different person. But if he was, then Kaidoh probably wouldn't have cared much about him at all, since other people don't really register as anything more than a blip on his radar.
“Hah, I’m sure you’d have pissed me off too. Still, I guess we started out on the wrong foot.” Not to mention they had completely dropped contact five years ago. It felt like they were getting along just fine back then. Even now they do. Momoshiro isn’t sure what they are anymore though, especially since they do other things now in secret that he won’t ever mention to anyone, or even discuss it with Kaidoh himself. It’ll be a secret forever; he’d die if someone ever found out.
For example, if Echizen found out. It’s already a mess of emotions since Echizen had told Momoshiro he likes him. Or loves him. Or whatever the hell it is. And obviously he doesn’t return those feelings.
Yet there he is, when no one else is watching, kissing Kaidoh Kaoru and even jerking him off.
Momoshiro shrinks into his shoulders and blushes a bit from the thought. It really is a mess, he doesn’t know what to make of it, what to make of Kaidoh, who is definitely not a friend, and not yet a rival anymore either. At least he knows where he stands with Echizen, but Kaidoh is still confusing him.
“I guess being friends is just not our thing,” says Momoshiro. And it’s true. What they’re doing is definitely not done out of friendship.
"Yeah," Kaidoh agrees. Admittedly, he doesn't really know a lot about being friends, but he's pretty sure the things he does with Momoshiro wouldn't be included in the definition. What they would be included in, Kaidoh isn't sure. He's been doing his best to avoid defining it. Or thinking about it altogether. Well, as much as he can help it. Sometimes it's kind of impossible. Momoshiro is just the inevitable topic Kaidoh's mind drifts to.
He glances over at Momoshiro walking beside him. Yeah, it's especially inevitable when they're together like this. It's hard for Kaidoh to think of anything else, which is really embarrassing. He hisses and kicks at the sand as he walks, eager to get to fishing and have something else to occupy his mind.
It doesn’t take too long before they reach the top of the cliff that leads to Dumbnuts Cove-a name which Momoshiro had obviously picked out. So far only he and Kaidoh know of it though. It was sort of their secret place. Sort of. Momoshiro doesn’t really want to add more and more secrets that involve him and Kaidoh. It’s turning kind of into a problem. Momoshiro surveys the area, looking at the very tall waterfall slipping down the rocks and crashing onto the sand on the beach below. It really is a nice place, and it seems the storm hadn’t done much to ruin it. Aside from a few broken tree branches littered around.
Momoshiro nudges Kaidoh’s side and points at the branches. “You should clean those up. Since it’s, you know, your thing.” He chuckles some more before he hurriedly walks away from Kaidoh, down the steep path towards the cove.
"Don't tell me what to do," Kaidoh argues after him, but he picks up a couple jagged looking branches anyway and piles them together out of the way. It's just so the path is clear and they won't trip over them. Not because Kaidoh has some weird cleaning thing. And definitely not because Momoshiro said he should.
He follows Momoshiro down the cliff towards the beach, and picks up a few more broken twigs along the way, his hands just moving on their own. Okay, fine, so maybe he likes things to be neat and ordered. So what.
When he reaches the bottom, he huffs and looks out at the protected blue-green water of the cove. It's clear enough that he can see some fish darting around, glimmers of silver under the water's surface. Luckily they're moving too fast to be staring at him much.
Momoshiro stops walking when he reaches the middle, then places the bucket down, and turns back to face Kaidoh. He opens his mouth to tell him what to do, when he notices a bunch of twigs gathered in Kaidoh’s arms. Kaidoh looks at him as if he’s just been caught stealing the last cookie out of the cookie jar, as if his secret has just been found out.
“Making a fire?” Momoshiro says with a smirk.
Kaidoh's hands fall open and all the twigs tumble to his feet, as though he can pretend he was never picking them up in the first place. "Shut up," he growls.
Momoshiro nudges the pile with his foot. “Don’t make a mess, weirdo.”
"I wasn't!" Kaidoh protests. He picks up one of the twigs and flings it at Momoshiro's chest.
Momoshiro growls, then kicks his foot at the pile to send everything flying against Kaidoh’s shins. Bastard. He’s the one that decided to clean, it’s not like Momoshiro told him to, or well, forced him to. Kaidoh did that all on his own.
Kaidoh grinds his teeth. Stupid Momoshiro. There are twigs scattered all over the place again.
"Now I have to pick them all-" Kaidoh stops mumbling and shoots Momoshiro a glare. "Nevermind. Dumbass."
Momoshiro simply smirks in satisfaction. “You go ahead and do that, I’ll be filling up this bucket with water, and feel free to join me when you’re done.” Which really meant; hurry the hell up and help him get fish.
So Momoshiro turns back around, picks up the bucket, dumps it upside down to let the fishing net fall out, and carries it over towards the ocean, dunking it underneath the water and filling it up. It’s so that he can keep the fish alive, and they don’t have to fish every day if they’ve got live fish waiting for them back at home. It works for them, though he always ends up seeing a towel covering the bucket-most likely Kaidoh did it, since he’s too scared of them. It’s really rather silly, but it makes Momoshiro smile a little anyway.
The bucket is now seated safely in the sand, and Momoshiro has the fishing net in his hand. It’s not really a fishing net. It’s part of a dress … but hey, he’s not going to complain. And he won’t question where the dress came from either (Fuji had weird hobbies), so now it just serves as a tool to catch fish and not hurt them. It takes a bit longer than a spear, but he can catch multiple in one swing, and he can save them in his bucket for later, whereas speared fish would have to be eaten the same day. It’s not like they had a working fridge or anything, though who knows, maybe there’s someone out there who is smart enough to conjure one up.
Yeah right.
Momoshiro’s knees are soaked in the water, and he keeps the net clutched tightly in his hands. He looks over his shoulder, back at Kaidoh, who is actually cleaning the place up like he’s a member of Greenpeace. He snorts, but finds it funny anyway. At least it gives Kaidoh something to do other than squirm away whenever he catches a fish and looks into its eyes. But it’s alright with Momoshiro if he does all the work; he can be the hunter, Kaidoh can be the girly cleaner. Not that he’ll say this out loud, in fear of being hit by that really big branch that Kaidoh is dragging away from the sand and over towards the cliff. Nah, he wouldn’t hit him with that, would he?
Probably not …
He shakes his head; stop focusing on Kaidoh. Momoshiro has a job to do. Get food for the family. Which is how he refers to this weird mash-up of people in their hut. He’s the protective father, Kaidoh is the … cleaning mother, and Hazue his son, and Echizen …well, calling him his son (figuratively speaking of course) would be weird, because then it’s like incest. And that’s gross. Momoshiro crinkles up his nose and pushes those weird thoughts out of his mind; he really does have a job to do. So he starts.
The net glides around slowly in the water as Momoshiro moves, slowly, expertly-he’s done it a million times by now. There’s no way Kaidoh could ever be as good at fishing as Momoshiro is. He’s simply the best fisherman on this island. He never sees anyone else fish anyway. Then again, no one else knows of this place (he hopes), so it’s just Kaidoh and Momoshiro.
And it’s sort of nice. It makes him relax a little bit, forget about all the troubles back at their hut, about Echizen’s ankle hurting and having a fever. Instead he’s here with grumpy cleaning OCD Kaidoh, who doesn’t mention what happens back at the hut at all. It’s nice.
It doesn't take long for Kaidoh to clear the remaining branches and debris from the beach. He's efficient at anything he does, and soon the sand looks satisfyingly clean and sparkly. It makes Kaidoh feel pretty good, and whatever, Momoshiro is just a slob so he doesn't understand anyway.
Kaidoh wanders over to where Momoshiro has started fishing and stands back from the water a bit, watching. He doesn't want to admit it, but Momoshiro is actually probably better at this than he is. A little. Maybe. Although Momoshiro has the unfair advantage of being immune to dead fish eye stares, so it doesn't really count. Kaidoh's sure if the fish were blind he'd be able to catch loads of them. Or, no, that might just make them even creepier. He shudders and inches closer to Momoshiro's shoulder, like he's going to use him as a protective shield.
The water flushes up against Momoshiro; he can feel Kaidoh creeping up. “You done?” he asks. He pushes his hands down underwater to spread the net between both arms, then lifts one hand up, holding the end of the net, and shows it to Kaidoh.
“Take it, let’s get this school of fish.”
Kaidoh grabs the end and holds onto it while Momoshiro tugs the other one and together they sweep the net through the water. The cove is so calm, and their movement so slow and deliberate that there are fish swarming around right in front of it, not even noticing as the net starts to close in. Kaidoh can feel it pull with weight as the fish are caught against the netting and swept along with the movement. He can see the flicker of their scales through the water. There are so many of them. Momoshiro shoots Kaidoh a look and Kaidoh nods and together they raise the net in a single, smooth motion, and flip it upside down into the bucket, sending a bunch of small, silver fish splashing down into the water.
“One … two ... three … five … si-no, seven. That’s a pretty good haul for our first sweep!” Momoshiro is crouched beside the bucket, counting the fish, then he looks up at Kaidoh with a grin. He holds out his fist to him.
Kaidoh bumps his fist against Momoshiro's, knuckles zinging pleasantly, and then he cautiously looks down into the bucket. It's not so bad. All the fish seem too busy swimming around in a panic to stare at him. And they're all still alive, and anything alive is always less creepy than something dead.
"Oh," Kaidoh says, pointing. "There's eight in there, not seven. Moron."
Momoshiro bends over the bucket and uses his finger this time to point at each fish as he counts. “Oh,” he says, coming to a count of eight. “Whatever.” He gets back up and tugs Kaidoh along by his arm so they can catch a bunch of other fish as well.
Eight would be enough for them, but they’re living with four people, so they need more than that. For now anyway.
They do the same thing as before, walking slowly towards the deeper part of the ocean, net spread out far enough, and then they wait. The fish deem the area to be safe, and start swimming around again, unaware of the two people standing still. One of the fish jumps up out of the water and splashes back in. It sends little droplets flying against the side of Momoshiro’s cheek. It’s a bit annoying. The fish keep swarming around, until there’s a big enough group that Momoshiro nods his head at Kaidoh, and they close in once more. They walk slow, careful, dragging the net along until it forces the fish against it. Momoshiro walks towards Kaidoh, and Kaidoh walks towards Momoshiro, each engrossed in keeping the fish inside the net.
And then Momoshiro bumps against Kaidoh and flinches a bit, Kaidoh does too. They pull the net together and a bunch of fish are caught inside. Momoshiro smiles at Kaidoh; he might not be a friend, but he’s a good fishing buddy.
“I think we’ve got enough for today,” says Momoshiro. They’re dragging the net back on land, and dump the fish with the others ones inside of the bucket. It looks full and cramped with shimmering scales.
Momoshiro puts his hand inside the bucket, brushing his hands up against the fish. It looks to be about fifteen of them. But he’s sure he’s got the count wrong again. “Unless you want more?” he asks, looking back up at Kaidoh.
"Uh …" Kaidoh bends down and takes another glance down at the bucket. "No, that looks fine," he replies.
“Alright.” Momoshiro stretches out his arms before he wrings the cuffs of his shorts to get rid of some of the water. He stands up straight and looks around a bit; Kaidoh really has cleaned the place up. It looks like the storm never hit at all.
“Nice cleaning,” he says with a playful snort.
Kaidoh shoves him in the shoulder. "Shut up."
“You shut up, that was a compliment.” Momoshiro pushes at Kaidoh’s chest. It’s starting to wake up the adrenaline inside of him.
Kaidoh's face flushes slightly. "Oh," he says, and then he scowls at him. "Well it's hard to tell, dumbass!" And it's not like Momoshiro pays him compliments on a regular basis anyway. He usually just thinks Kaidoh's habits are stupid, right?
“You’re just too stupid to recognize it even when I say it straight to your face. Dumbass.” Momoshiro scans the area for a bit, there’s no one there but them. It’s making him anticipate something that he hasn’t in days. He looks back at Kaidoh, who is slightly pink in the face. Heh.
“Hey, Kaidoh.”
Kaidoh narrows his eyes. "What?"
Momoshiro sidesteps the bucket, then he forces his mouth on top of Kaidoh’s.
Kaidoh breathes out a surprised little sound against Momoshiro's lips and then, without giving it much thought, grabs the collar of his shirt to pull him closer, his fingers twisting into the fabric.
A shiver runs down Momoshiro’s spine, and he doesn’t even need Kaidoh to pull him closer, as he presses himself against the other man all on his own accord. His lips eagerly kiss Kaidoh’s; he’s been waiting for this for several days. No, more accurately, he’s been needing this. Like he has really gotten addicted to it since the first time they started. And Momoshiro can’t stop. Not with the way Kaidoh seems to be feeling the same thing, wanting the same thing, which is to move their lips against each other, as if they’re speaking only in body language.
It’s been five days, ten hours and probably thirty minutes since the last time Momoshiro’s felt Kaidoh like this, touched him like this. It proves to be a great distraction from all the other things that are going on right now, but calling this a distraction doesn’t do it any justice. Because Momoshiro likes Kaidoh’s big and warm lips, clumsily sucking at his own, it makes those fizzly fluttery feelings return again, not to mention the goosebumps that rise on his skin. This is not a distraction.
Everything else is.
Momoshiro lifts up one slightly damp hand, running it over Kaidoh’s shoulder, up to his neck, and cups his cheek. With this grip on Kaidoh’s face, he mushes them up together even more. He doesn’t want to leave any space between them-having Hazue and Echizen together with them does nothing but create space between them, and Momoshiro hates it, so all of his needs are pouring out of him, intensifying their kiss since it’s all he’s been wanting. They’re finally alone, after all, and they’re not busy building a hut or catching fish.
Kaidoh wasn't really expecting this, although maybe a part of him was hoping for it. A big part. The last few days have been a weird blur, everything kind of tense and worried, and Kaidoh has been petrified to even really look at Momoshiro when they are all in the hut together, for fear he'd totally give himself away, like this is some secret that has to stay buried. But when it's just the two of them, alone, things seem to simplify. Kaidoh doesn't have to think. And frankly, when they're doing this, he doesn't want to think either. It makes it a lot less confusing and embarrassing if he doesn't.
He just reacts on instinct, pulling tighter on Momoshiro's collar like he's trying to stretch it out of shape and moving his mouth angrily against Momoshiro's, pressing hard as though he'll be able to make an imprint of it onto his own lips. Kaidoh has missed the way it feels, the way it makes Kaidoh feel, the lightheaded buzz that zips through him whenever Momoshiro touches him. He bites down on Momoshiro's lower lip as if to communicate this to him in a way he'd never dare do with words.
It’s a language only they know, each touch a different word, each stroke another syllable, and what used to be foreign needy sounds coming from Momoshiro’s throat, are now starting to feel like a greeting, an invitation. And it’s only meant for Kaidoh, almost like a secret handshake, except it’s with every part of their bodies. Momoshiro can’t help but react in all kinds of ways. How his hips seems to mesh up against Kaidoh’s, how suddenly he’s got an arm around Kaidoh’s lower back, and his right hand is brushing against Kaidoh’s cheek.
And their lips, they’re speaking a whole other language. Momoshiro can feel the urgency in Kaidoh’s actions, and he understands it, somewhat, because he’s been wanting this for days now.
Momoshiro shuts down his eyelids, completely focused on the teeth that are biting his lower lip. Momoshiro brushes his tongue against Kaidoh’s bare teeth, tracing each tooth slowly and deliberate. But Kaidoh wants it hard, and fast, so he tugs at Momoshiro’s lips, and Momoshiro can’t help but oblige. He tears his own lips away from Kaidoh’s hold, a sensation that feels prickly and he can feel his heartbeat throb painfully in his thick lips. He roughly pushes his tongue inside of Kaidoh’s mouth, taking in a deep breath as he does, because he knows he won’t be able to breathe much when they’re like this, when they’re swirling their wet muscles against each other, playing, toying around, and eliciting small gasps.
There’s one thing Momoshiro knows from his past experiences with Kaidoh; he won’t be able to stop. He never can. Kaidoh just … does something to him, and suddenly he’s beside himself, a person running on pure instincts and hormones-and the real Momoshiro can’t find a fuck to give because it feels good. It feels right.
Kaidoh's hand that had been hanging loose at his side now slides up against Momoshiro's torso, his fingers hooking around his hip, just under the hem of his t-shirt. He digs his finger pads into the skin there, pressing his palm flat, feeling Momoshiro's skin radiate with heat. He can't get over how every part of Momoshiro's body that he touches always feels like it's just been set on fire. He wants to feel it all the time.
It's a strange impulse for him. Kaidoh has never liked being physically close to people-touching makes him feel awkward and stiff and embarrassed-but for some reason with Momoshiro, all of that flies out the window and he can't get enough of it. It just comes naturally. He just wants to crush Momoshiro against his body and stay like that forever. It feels so comfortable, it feels so right, and Kaidoh's heart can't help but start pounding in agreement. Maybe Momoshiro is sending out some weird magnetic pull, because it really feels like Kaidoh can't fight it, even if he wanted to. He's just drawn to him, he always has been. It's impossible for Kaidoh to stop touching.
Or kissing. His tongue slips against Momoshiro's and doesn't stop moving; it's like they're fighting. It's such a rush, both of them eager, all of it rough. Kaidoh inhales sharply through his nose and smells Momoshiro, the beach air, the saltwater, and yes, it's kind of fishy too, but he doesn't really care. He's too wrapped up in Momoshiro's tongue, Momoshiro's hands, Momoshiro's body, to pay attention to anything else.
Momoshiro’s knees are feeling weak, Kaidoh just has this way of making him feel lightheaded, everything he does makes him feel more exhausted. Yet at the same time, he feels pumped with all this energy. It becomes a bit too much for him to bear at times, but he doesn’t want to stop. He slides his hand from Kaidoh’s cheek back onto his shoulder and presses down on it, hinting him to sit down at least.
He’s sure if they keep standing, kissing and touching each other like this, Momoshiro’s knees will give way, and he’ll collapse right on top of Kaidoh.
So Momoshiro pulls out his tongue, feeling like he wants to get back in Kaidoh’s mouth straight away, but he exerts more force on Kaidoh’s shoulder, and down he goes-down they both go. This time neither are on top of each other, but sitting beside each other, Momoshiro leaning onto his elbow to prop him up right, and throwing one leg over Kaidoh’s to keep him there.
And then their mouths are back together, Momoshiro can’t stay parted from Kaidoh for too long; it’s already torture that he can’t do this back at their hut. That they can’t do this every day, because it’s releasing all this tension, all this frustration, and he’s left feeling nothing but relaxed, elated, and extremely happy. He hopes Kaidoh feels the same way, but more and more he’s beginning to think that he does, they don’t need to say this out loud. Kaidoh’s actions speak enough, pushing against his lips as if Momoshiro’s mouth is providing him oxygen. But breathing into Kaidoh’s mouth seems a little weird; he’s sure his breath doesn’t smell the greatest at the moment. Not that Kaidoh smells like heaven either.
Though he kind of feels like he’s in heaven. The sand is cushiony, Kaidoh’s hand slipping underneath his shirt feels comfortable, their legs intertwined feels safe and secure, and as always, Kaidoh’s mouth is hot, and his tongue is relentless. Momoshiro wouldn’t have it any other way.
Momoshiro opens his mouth and sucks in Kaidoh’s tongue, keeping him there to play with. As much as he likes sticking it down Kaidoh’s throat, the opposite way feels nice too. Everything feels nice.
The fingers that had been pulling at Momoshiro's collar now slip back behind Momoshiro's head, sliding easily into his hair. For a moment they're almost gentle, and then Kaidoh scrapes his fingernails down along the back of Momoshiro's neck and under the collar of his shirt, enjoying the way he can feel the hairs stand on end as Momoshiro's body shivers slightly. He leaves his hand there, firm and warm against Momoshiro's skin as if to say, Don't move. Stay this close. He doesn't want Momoshiro going anywhere.
He thrusts his tongue against Momoshiro's, slides it around inside Momoshiro's mouth, explores. Each thing he does gives Kaidoh a new sensation, awakens a new tingly feeling inside him, makes Momoshiro react against Kaidoh's mouth in a new, exciting way. It's something Kaidoh could never grow bored of, he can't get enough of it. He doesn't want to stop until he has Momoshiro's mouth completely memorized.
Part of the reason he's so eager, so urgent, is because Kaidoh still doesn't know what this is, what it means, and most importantly, how long this thing between them will last. And that terrifies him, but motivates him at the same time. He has to make the most of it, every second. And maybe if he does, Momoshiro will want to do it again. Because that's all Kaidoh wants, for Momoshiro to keep wanting it, keep wanting him, to never stop doing this. Kaidoh isn't going to.
With a low murmur of sound, Kaidoh slips his tongue out of Momoshiro's mouth and presses his lips against Momoshiro's, heavy and rough. The corners of Kaidoh's mouth curl with a hint of a smile as he feels Momoshiro's mouth press back just as hard, anxious and needy. Maybe Momoshiro won't stop wanting this either. Then Kaidoh bites at Momoshiro's lips and forces his tongue back inside for more.
Damn, Kaidoh is getting good at this. For a sliver of time, Momoshiro is stunned with an overload of pleasurable feelings that he does nothing, simply enjoys the ride as Kaidoh presses his mouth against him, his tongue smoldering hot. It’s like he knows just what to do to make Momoshiro’s mind go numb. The scratching on his neck leaves him breathless, the fast swipes of Kaidoh’s tongue has him almost choking for air.
When did he get so good at this? When did he figure out Momoshiro can’t do anything but lean closer and hope he’ll do it again?
Momoshiro pushes his tongue up against Kaidoh’s, pinning him at the roof of his mouth, to slow him down-he’s not going anywhere, so there’s no need to be so hasty. Being fast at this makes him feel like he can’t do anything but take it, and he doesn’t just want to do that (no matter how good it feels), he wants to touch and feel Kaidoh too. Get him to gasp out loud, get him to shiver; Momoshiro wants to do all of those things.
But it’s Momoshiro who pulls back to gasp for breath as Kaidoh scratches at his neck again. Shit. Stop making him feel so good! It’s giving him a sensory overload, and it leaves him so vulnerable, so helpless. It’s a side of him that he didn’t know he had, much less show it off to Kaidoh. Yet on the other hand, he only wants Kaidoh to see it, no one else. This is for Kaidoh only.
The hand on Kaidoh’s shoulder leaves and it’s back on Kaidoh’s neck. Momoshiro crashes his mouth against Kaidoh’s again, sucking at him hard, as he makes his fingers press down on the faded bruise on the side of Kaidoh’s neck. Then he doesn’t even wait for Kaidoh’s reaction, Momoshiro simply wraps his entire hand around Kaidoh’s neck and pulls him towards himself. He leans back, sinks through his elbow, until he’s pulled Kaidoh on top of himself; biting at his lips, and fingers pressing tightly on the sides of his neck. His other hand is busy trying to get underneath Kaidoh’s shirt on his back, so that he can feel those trained muscles again.
This is not something Momoshiro had ever thought he would like; Kaidoh being on top of him. Much less have Kaidoh on top of him and kissing him as well. But he does, he enjoys it immensely, this way Kaidoh’s touching him everywhere, he’s like a warm and heavy weight on top of him; it’s almost suffocating. More, he thinks, don’t stop.
Kaidoh can't help his instinct to just sprawl out all over Momoshiro, cover him entirely, feel all of him at once, hold onto him. It's embarrassing, so he tries to resist, but Momoshiro is pressing his fingers into him like an invitation, like it's okay for Kaidoh to want it, to want to be that close, so Kaidoh gives in and just crushes his body against Momoshiro's. It feels familiar and warm, and right now it's simply where he wants to be.
And Momoshiro isn’t having any complaints either, as he’s holding onto Kaidoh and not letting him go. He doesn’t want to, and more and more he’s feeling like he can’t, even if he wanted to.
Kaidoh’s hand slides up Momoshiro's chest, under his shirt, pressing fingertips against his skin and then scratching his nails back down again along his side. The hand behind Momoshiro's head is scratching too, cradling Momoshiro's neck in the sand and scraping little marks into the skin. Kaidoh isn't sure when he became so into doing that. He's not really thinking about what he's doing. He has no plan. It's all just trial and error, seeing what works and what doesn't, but Kaidoh's finding more and more that Momoshiro responds to whatever he does, like he can't do anything wrong. And Momoshiro can't do anything wrong either. Everything feels good.
He slows his mouth down a bit, dragging things out-it's not like Momoshiro can go anywhere now that Kaidoh has him pinned on the ground. Although Momoshiro could probably push Kaidoh off if he really wanted to, but that doesn't seem to be a priority right now. Momoshiro is the one who pulled Kaidoh onto him in the first place after all. It makes Kaidoh's stomach feel like something's buzzing around inside of it. Momoshiro keeps pulling Kaidoh closer. He wants Kaidoh closer. It's making Kaidoh dizzy.
He pulls back and looks down at Momoshiro, liking the way he can make Momoshiro look at him, different from any expression he's seen him wear, and it's only because of him. He leans in close and presses his lips to the side of Momoshiro's mouth and then slides them over to the other side and kisses there too. Then his teeth graze over Momoshiro's bottom lip in a way that's painfully slow and makes his teeth tingle like they've just bitten into a popsicle. He pulls Momoshiro's tongue into his mouth with those same teeth, the movement rough and clumsy, but Momoshiro is going along with it. Momoshiro goes along with all of it. There's no hesitation, like their bodies know instinctively just how to respond to each other, like they've always been ready for it.
If Momoshiro wasn’t in heaven before, then he is now. Kaidoh’s getting more daring, more comfortable with what he’s doing, and it makes Momoshiro feel fantastic. Everything he does feels great, and they’re in a rhythm that can’t be stopped.
But he can’t be bested, but at the same time, Momoshiro feels like this isn’t really a competition. If he loses, he ends up with Kaidoh doing all these amazing things to him, and that’s not really a loss, is it? But he wants to make Kaidoh squirm as well, to feel the way he feels, because it’s a strange but addicting feeling to know he’s the one causing it all. Just like Kaidoh is doing this to him, making him feel short of breath and run his fingers through Kaidoh’s freshly cut hair, slipping off his bandana without either of them noticing.
So now it’s Momoshiro’s turn, he thinks. He eagerly pushes back against Kaidoh’s mouth, his tongue slipping against Kaidoh’s, and swirling around it. It’s so wet and sticky, Momoshiro is amazed he hasn’t drooled by now, there’s simply so much saliva being exchanged back and forth.
And before, the thought of actually drooling over Kaidoh, would set him into a fit of rage and denial, but now, he just shrugs against Kaidoh and sucks on his tongue.
Both his hands are now on Kaidoh’s back, and just like Kaidoh’s been doing, he digs his fingernails into his shoulder blades, then scratches him all the way down to the small of his back. Kaidoh hisses against his mouth, and Momoshiro smirks in response. Good, keep those reactions coming. Momoshiro does it again, this time scratching from his back, towards his sides, around his stomach, and up his chest. He’s leaving his marks everywhere, because every inch of skin that belongs to Kaidoh, Momoshiro wants to touch it. He wants it to be his.
Then he scratches on the sides of Kaidoh’s neck as well, right on the faded bruises. Those bruises that used to make him feel jumpy when he saw them, and now it does nothing but make him lose his mind with temptation. Tempted to do it again, to touch it again-and he is. Momoshiro’s lips are on the side of Kaidoh’s neck, kissing him everywhere, and not being gentle about it at all. Coupled with his continuous scratching, Kaidoh is making some pretty nice sounds at the moment, it makes Momoshiro want to do this more. It feels good to be the one to do this, and it feels good when Kaidoh does it too.
Who is he kidding, everything Momoshiro does with Kaidoh feels good. This is not something he could ever have enough of.
Kaidoh breathes out, thick and ragged, against the crook of Momoshiro's neck, and presses his mouth against Momoshiro's collarbone. He can feel Momoshiro's pulse flutter wildly against his lips. He can't quite get over how he's doing all this and somehow not getting punched in the face. It's like he has free rein over Momoshiro's body, nothing is off-limits, everything is fair game. They're both just letting each other in, leaving themselves exposed and raw, making sounds they'd never dare make with anyone else, using their mouths in ways Kaidoh would feel disgusted about in any other context. But since it's Momoshiro, all bets are off, and even the things that embarrass Kaidoh most are starting to just feel like an exciting burst of adrenaline instead. But it's still so new, he's not completely used to it. It's kind of overwhelming, and makes Kaidoh just want to touch everywhere at once, fast, and rough, and yeah, kind of violent too, since that's just how they both are.
But at the same time, he wants to remember the way each touch feels, he doesn't want to rush any of it. He doesn't feel like he has to. Momoshiro isn't going anywhere. It's like this is becoming an agreement between them, a strange routine, one they can't help but fall into. They both want it. No, they both need it. It's not something either of them can stop from happening.
So Kaidoh lies there against Momoshiro, hands moving, lips moving, bodies so close they can feel every flinch, every shiver. Kaidoh's whole body wants to move and react. Even his legs, still wet and now a bit sandy, slide easily against Momoshiro's, feeling comfortable and warm as press together like strips of velcro. The sun feels warm against his back, but Momoshiro's hands feel somehow even warmer still.
When Momoshiro's fingernails scratch against his skin, sharper than before, like Momoshiro is seeing how far he can push, Kaidoh can't help the feeling that there's fire dancing along his spine. His breath rasps out, an angry-sounding hiss, which twists into a growl as he scrapes his own nails along Momoshiro's torso, up from his hip-bone to his shoulder, at the same time tugging rough fingers through the hair at the back of Momoshiro's neck. No matter how much Momoshiro pushes him, Kaidoh will always return it with equal force. It's how they've always been.
It’s strange how they went from two guys who liked to beat each other up, to two guys who enjoy inflicting pain upon each other. Momoshiro isn’t really sure why this is, scratching isn’t exactly a good feeling when someone else does it, but when it’s Kaidoh, he can’t help but arch his back and breathe out a jittery breath against Kaidoh’s neck. It feels good, it shouldn’t, but it does. And returning the favour feels good too, the tips of his fingers are buzzing and tingling from touching Kaidoh wherever he wants, using his nails to scrape against the burning skin. Yes, it really is strange, but it seems neither of them care.
In fact, they both seem to really like it. If Momoshiro’s breath and weird noises from his throat is any indication. Kaidoh’s lips feel really good against his collarbone. So soft and warm.
The skin on Kaidoh’s neck is also very soft, a hard contrast between the defined muscles on his chest and back. And it’s something Momoshiro can’t stop brushing his lips over, smoothing out the area, leaving a little trail of saliva as he goes, because yeah, he’s drooling. It can’t be helped, not when Kaidoh returns to his mouth full force and they start kissing again. It’s a little bit slower than before, their lips moving in an unpredictable pattern, but it feels like they both want to drag this out, and Momoshiro isn’t going to complain. His mind feels a bit clearer like this so he can focus on the sensation, the enjoyment and pleasure he gets from it, the way Kaidoh’s breath is so irregular and so close to his face. His own isn’t all that stable either, it never is when they’re doing this.
The first time they did it, Momoshiro was deathly afraid of what would happen if he faced Kaidoh afterwards. But the second time-it was hard to stay away from Kaidoh-he stayed around, because Momoshiro can’t deny that he likes this, he wants this. And Kaidoh does too, which makes him feel all sorts of good and fizzly feelings. The third time, it was almost like both of them knew this, that it was inevitable, that their fight of punches would lead to squirming on the floor and gasping for air for entirely different reasons.
And now … Momoshiro doesn’t even think about now. It just happens, he’s not going to run away, or try to stop it, or perhaps punch Kaidoh. No, he’s here with Kaidoh on top of him, their mouths trembling, and their breathing ragged. They haven’t spoken about this together, not a word at all, but they don’t have to, their bodies are speaking volumes; they want this. Momoshiro wants this, and Kaidoh obviously does too, so who cares what will happen, or why they’re doing this. As long as Momoshiro can enjoy the closeness of Kaidoh’s body against him, the heat that he is radiating, the way his hands move over his body, his eager mouth and tongue, those amazing gasps of breath … then it doesn’t matter. Nothing does.
Because all Momoshiro wants is to continue this forever, and to keep doing it whenever he feels like it. And yes, he feels like it all the time.
Not to mention it’s a great stress reliever.
Momoshiro wraps both his arms around Kaidoh’s neck to keep him in that position, so that he can’t stop kissing Momoshiro. At the same time he lifts up his hips from the sand, and massages Kaidoh’s hips with it, slow and gentle, but enough to know he’s doing it, enough to feel that they’re touching and rubbing. Just like last time. He can’t stop the urge to do it. He sighs against Kaidoh’s mouth, and when he feels Kaidoh’s hips dig into him as well, he sighs once more.
These embarrassing sounds shouldn’t be something Momoshiro would let anyone hear, but it’s hard to keep his own body from reacting against his own will. And he likes the way Kaidoh will eagerly try to make him sigh again, by making him feel so good everything seems to be spinning for him.
Kaidoh slides his tongue into Momoshiro's mouth, this time stroking it over Momoshiro's tongue with movements that are slow, unhurried, but still very deliberate. Kaidoh does everything like it has purpose and intent, even though he's doing his best to not think about what that purpose is, to not think at all.
He rolls his hips forward against Momoshiro's with the same rhythm, and both his elbows dig into the sand as he adjusts his body so that he's no longer sprawling haphazardly against Momoshiro, moving instead to straddle him and trapping Momoshiro's lower body between his legs. He lets out a shaky breath against Momoshiro's mouth as he rolls his hips forward again from this new angle, and feels Momoshiro breathe back against him, sounding similarly ragged. They're breathing so much of each other's air that it should be disgusting, but all Kaidoh can register is the lightheaded, excited feeling he gets each time he inhales, and he knows Momoshiro is feeling it too.
As much as Kaidoh kind of likes the way they're kissing-like they aren't angry at each other or racing for some finish line-the slow pace doesn't really last for long. Neither of them is patient enough, and soon things start to speed up again, their lips smacking against each other's like they mean it to hurt. It doesn't though, it just feels really good. Any time Momoshiro's mouth is against his own, no matter if it's fast or slow or so hard his lips feel raw, it feels amazing. It feels right.
Everywhere Kaidoh touches feels like where his fingers are meant to be, like Momoshiro's skin is simply where they belong. He used to get a similar feeling from fighting, a rush of adrenaline with each punch that connected with Momoshiro's muscles, each scrape of his knuckles against Momoshiro's chest as he grabbed for his collar. But he didn't really know what to think of it, he assumed that was just how fighting was supposed to feel. But he's feeling it now again, stronger than any fight ever was, and they aren't even fighting at all. Maybe that feeling, that rush, was never about the fighting. Not that Kaidoh doesn't like fighting too. He just … likes this a lot more.
He scrapes his fingertips up the back of Momoshiro's head, nails digging in as he moves, and then back down again to the base of his neck, where his hand presses against his skin, lightly massaging it. The back of his hand is covered in sand by now. His elbows and knees are too. It should be uncomfortable, but Kaidoh doesn't even register it. He's got too many other sensations to keep track of right now.
Momoshiro's hands feel like they belong against his skin too. All these years, Kaidoh had never really let himself imagine how they might feel, and now he has so many tangible memories of Momoshiro's hands against him, all imprinted deeply in his mind, that he doesn't need to imagine at all. His shoulders tense and roll back against Momoshiro's arms wrapped around his neck, as if to confirm that they're really there. Kaidoh can't get over the feeling of having Momoshiro touching him so much, willingly, and letting Kaidoh touch him too, just as much. It hasn't gotten any less exciting than the first time they did this.
If anything, it’s gotten better than the first time, or at least Momoshiro thinks so. Before they were still undecided, scared, naive perhaps, but now it’s pretty much established that this is not a fluke. This is not a one-time thing that went too far because Momoshiro’s hormones went out of control.
Because they’re here, down in the sand, lips sucking and moving, hips grinding and massaging, and they’re doing it because they want to. Momoshiro wants to, and it’s probably the strangest urge he’s ever felt before, something which he never thought was possible. He tries not to think about the why and the how too much-Kaidoh is moving his lips just so that Momoshiro’s thoughts go blank-as that’s probably scarier than what they’re doing right now.
Like this, no thoughts, no words, it’s how Momoshiro wants it to be. It’s probably the only way he can function at the moment.
Momoshiro clings to Kaidoh’s body like he’s helplessly needy, like he doesn’t want Kaidoh to go, and it’s embarrassing, but feeling embarrassed at these kind of things has long since lost its meaning; it doesn’t matter. Only Kaidoh’s warm hands on his body matter, and his violent lips with his slimy tongue that keeps challenging his own, and Momoshiro won’t back down. No matter how many times he rolls his tongue against Kaidoh’s, or sucks on it hard, or uses his teeth to scrape over the muscle-it doesn’t get old, each time he does it, it feels better than the last time. There’s always something building up as they kiss and touch, and he can feel it in his groin, in his inflamed lungs gasping for breath, his fast beating heart making his pulse leap throughout his body.
Momoshiro can’t believe he’s experiencing all of this with Kaidoh of all people. Yet at the moment, he doesn’t care, it feels right, like it couldn’t have been anyone else but Kaidoh.
The way Kaidoh’s skin feels, so hot and prickly, so damp from sweat, and it rubs against his own in exactly all the right places. Kaidoh’s hands feel like the best hands in the world, touching him where he needs it, where he wants it, and it never stops. Keep going Kaidoh, fill up his mind, touch him everywhere.
Momoshiro can’t think of anything else but Kaidoh. Kaidoh’s hands, Kaidoh’s lips, Kaidoh’s hair, Kaidoh’s skin, Kaidoh’s legs, Kaidoh’s arms, Kaidoh’s back, Kaidoh’s tongue, Kaidoh’s voice. Kaidoh, Kaidoh, Kaidoh.
“K-” Momoshiro snaps his hips up against Kaidoh as he breathes out that one syllable, before something else snaps as well.
The bucket that was right above Momoshiro’s head (when did they move so close to it?), has a fish leaping out of it, and for a second it sparkles in the sunlight as all the drops of water go flying, before it lands right on top of Kaidoh’s back.
Momoshiro sucks in a breath as he feels his cheeks go red, eyes wide and staring at Kaidoh. Was he just about to … ?
It takes Kaidoh's mind a second to switch gears, but as soon as it does, as soon as it registers the wet and slippery fins flapping against his back, he can't seem to move fast enough. He squirms, he flails, he makes a few really embarrassing squeaky sounds, he flops off of Momoshiro in a rather clumsy and panicked manner, and finally the fish slides off of him into the sand, its mouth opening and closing frantically for air.
Kaidoh looks at it, eyes wide and completely horrified, and then grabs it by the tail and flings it away from him, back in the direction of the bucket. Or well, he intended for it to go back in the bucket. Only, it kind of misses and hits Momoshiro in the forehead instead. Oops. Kaidoh blames his bad aim on the fact that he's just been traumatized by a stupid fish.
"Uh," he says weakly. "Sorry about that."
The fish slides off of Momoshiro’s forehead, and lands with a soft thud in his lap. Momoshiro is not amused. In fact, he’s sort of pissed off. Getting cut short of their … their … thing is not what he wants to happen. But having a fish cradling his lap isn’t what he wants either, it’s making all those fantastic feelings that he was experiencing just seconds before slip away from him ultrafast, until there’s nothing left but irritation, and a frustrating problem in his shorts.
“Fucking asshole,” Momoshiro grumbles at Kaidoh. He wipes off his fishy smelling forehead with the back of his hand, all the while glaring at Kaidoh, his eyes saying; this is all your fault.
The urge to continue whatever they were doing all but left Momoshiro now. Now he’s just pissed. He takes the fish from his lap, squeezes it angrily, then tosses it back into the bucket. He picks himself up from the sand, dusting off his clothes because wow it got everywhere (what did he expect with that much moving around?), then looks at Kaidoh again with another glare.
“Let’s head back.” Momoshiro grabs the handle of the bucket and lifts it up, holding it by his side, and strutting away. He can still feel his heart thump in his chest.
Kaidoh glares after Momoshiro and rises to his feet too. Then he glares at the bucket for good measure. Stupid fish. Kaidoh wishes he could strangle it. He adds this to his list of reasons why fish are creepy and should be avoided at all costs-unless they're being eaten, since that can't really be avoided on an island like this.
Where he'd been feeling really good just moments ago, Kaidoh now just feels grouchy, and can't shake the feeling that there's still something cold wriggling against his back. But it's just water. The back of his shirt is all cold and damp, and the rest of Kaidoh's body is sweaty and damp, and his pulse still feels like it's throbbing in anticipation, which is only making Kaidoh feel even more like strangling that stupid fish. Only, he wouldn't be able to remember which fish it was, and it would be kind of idiotic, and not very productive, to strangle a bunch of innocent fish.
But it might relieve some of the frustration that's coiling up inside of him like electrical wires.
Instead he just curls his fingers into tight balls, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands, and imagines he's strangling something, but it's just not the same. It doesn't help that those fingers still seem to be warm and tingly from the feeling of Momoshiro's skin, like they're longing to be reunited with it. It's annoying.
Kaidoh hisses and retrieves his bandana out of the sand and stuffs it into his pocket. Then he stuffs his hands into his pockets as well and walks after Momoshiro, scowling and kicking up the sand in front of him as he goes. Some of it gets into his shoes, and that annoys him too. Suddenly everything is just really irritating.
And that irritation simply continues to be strung along when they get back to the hut, where everything is even more awkward. It’s not like Momoshiro can do something with Kaidoh, not when Hazue and Echizen are there too. Not to mention Echizen still had a fever, and that doesn’t exactly put him in the mood.
But being alone with Kaidoh does, so for the next couple of days, he tries to avoid being alone with Kaidoh. Just until Echizen gets better.
And then he’ll strangle the snake.