Wow, when I get in the mood
Their eyes met and without saying anything, ignoring his aching ribs and aching everything and the fact that it probably wasn’t very healthy, he grabbed the back of Doumeki’s head and pulled him down to kiss him clumsily and briefly and hard. Then he collapsed back down and glared at his saviour and the boy he loved stupidly.
“Well?” he asked, his voice hoarse and pathetic.
“You taste salty,” Doumeki said. Watanuki was vaguely aware of cheering and fangirlish squees and clapping and such. They didn’t say anything but they didn’t need to.
Watanuki took Doumeki’s outstretched hand, curling his fingers around the solid warmth. Why are you here, anyway?
Doumeki pulls him up so swiftly that he stumbles and falls against the taller boys chest. He wants to scream pervert but doesn’t, instead shivering into the warmth. I’ve always been here, might have been the reply. Actually, it was probably; What, you think I’d give up the chance to see you in a swimsuit?
So, I just hope I haven't out-written myself because tomorrow I have to do my English and Afrikaans Writing exams. Although maybe it's good that I've gotten some slash out of my system.
“Well?” he asked, his voice hoarse and pathetic.
“You taste salty,” Doumeki said. Watanuki was vaguely aware of cheering and fangirlish squees and clapping and such. They didn’t say anything but they didn’t need to.
Watanuki took Doumeki’s outstretched hand, curling his fingers around the solid warmth. Why are you here, anyway?
Doumeki pulls him up so swiftly that he stumbles and falls against the taller boys chest. He wants to scream pervert but doesn’t, instead shivering into the warmth. I’ve always been here, might have been the reply. Actually, it was probably; What, you think I’d give up the chance to see you in a swimsuit?
So, I just hope I haven't out-written myself because tomorrow I have to do my English and Afrikaans Writing exams. Although maybe it's good that I've gotten some slash out of my system.