[006] awkward teenage memory
AGAIN, this was orginally longer, but I cut it off because arrgh, I'm in a rut. I'm sorry.
for muura D: Just cause this sucks doesn't mean I don't love yooou.
Title: Clumsy
Author: ME LOL
Rating: PG-13 for GAY and dialouge.
Series/Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Characters/Pairings: Ikkyu/Monta
Warnings: GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY
Summary: Monta has horrible aim.
And the first kiss shared is always awkward, never the serene, candle lit scene in the movies with the hot teen actors and the bad puns. Monta wants to crawl in a little hole in the wall he’s pressed up against, wants to punch Ikkyu in the face and forget this ever happened. Burn all the soap operas his mother owns. They got it all wrong, taught him all the wrong things.
"You missed my mouth, you stupid monkey,” Ikkyu berates, and wipes the excess saliva from his chin-the accidental target.
“You MOVED!”
“Well, yeah! We’re in an alley way. How the hell can you expect me to stay still?!”
Mentally, Monta curses the movie his mother watched yesterday. It was black ,white, and old, supposedly a classic. Full of alley way make outs.
“Shut up!”
“Haven’t you ever kissed a girl before?”
Monta gives him an incredulous look. He’s seventeen. He’s the top Wide Receiver in his high school and hell, the whole district. Of course, he has gotten some. Just not the ‘some’ he wanted.
“W-what? Yeah, I have to the max! Millions of girls, I’ve kissed millions!” An angry poke to the chest. “You’re the one stuck in that sausage fest, not me.”
“Look.” Ikkyu has that innocently smug expression on, the one where he’s genuinely trying to be helpful, but comes out as a total ass regardless. “Calm down.”
Hands grab at Monta’s shoulders, pushes him harder against the wall with no pretense of gentleness, of affection. Ikkyu flashes him a knowing look, antagonizes him with a mouthed, ‘It’s okay, you baby. I’ll take care of everything.’
Lips part open for another round of insults, but Ikkyuu is faster; the genius always is. He’s close, way too close; hovering over the younger boy’s mouth, breathing out hot air, breathing in Monta’s surprise.
“You,” Ikkyu states, hands moving down then up, pushing up Monta’s shirt along with it. The younger boy can only force a glare, squirm at the feel of the cold brick wall and Ikkyu’s calloused palms rubbing against the sides of his bare stomach. “Have been doing it wrong all this time.”
"Jerk," Monta mutters, because then Ikkyu leans in and he doesn't miss.
Critique and edits welcome BLAAAH.
for muura D: Just cause this sucks doesn't mean I don't love yooou.
Title: Clumsy
Author: ME LOL
Rating: PG-13 for GAY and dialouge.
Series/Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Characters/Pairings: Ikkyu/Monta
Warnings: GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY
Summary: Monta has horrible aim.
And the first kiss shared is always awkward, never the serene, candle lit scene in the movies with the hot teen actors and the bad puns. Monta wants to crawl in a little hole in the wall he’s pressed up against, wants to punch Ikkyu in the face and forget this ever happened. Burn all the soap operas his mother owns. They got it all wrong, taught him all the wrong things.
"You missed my mouth, you stupid monkey,” Ikkyu berates, and wipes the excess saliva from his chin-the accidental target.
“You MOVED!”
“Well, yeah! We’re in an alley way. How the hell can you expect me to stay still?!”
Mentally, Monta curses the movie his mother watched yesterday. It was black ,white, and old, supposedly a classic. Full of alley way make outs.
“Shut up!”
“Haven’t you ever kissed a girl before?”
Monta gives him an incredulous look. He’s seventeen. He’s the top Wide Receiver in his high school and hell, the whole district. Of course, he has gotten some. Just not the ‘some’ he wanted.
“W-what? Yeah, I have to the max! Millions of girls, I’ve kissed millions!” An angry poke to the chest. “You’re the one stuck in that sausage fest, not me.”
“Look.” Ikkyu has that innocently smug expression on, the one where he’s genuinely trying to be helpful, but comes out as a total ass regardless. “Calm down.”
Hands grab at Monta’s shoulders, pushes him harder against the wall with no pretense of gentleness, of affection. Ikkyu flashes him a knowing look, antagonizes him with a mouthed, ‘It’s okay, you baby. I’ll take care of everything.’
Lips part open for another round of insults, but Ikkyuu is faster; the genius always is. He’s close, way too close; hovering over the younger boy’s mouth, breathing out hot air, breathing in Monta’s surprise.
“You,” Ikkyu states, hands moving down then up, pushing up Monta’s shirt along with it. The younger boy can only force a glare, squirm at the feel of the cold brick wall and Ikkyu’s calloused palms rubbing against the sides of his bare stomach. “Have been doing it wrong all this time.”
"Jerk," Monta mutters, because then Ikkyu leans in and he doesn't miss.
Critique and edits welcome BLAAAH.