[Drabble] Kisses of the Wrong Sort
Kisses of the Wrong Sort
HSJ - Inoo/Takaki
470 words, PG
Written for the prompt of losing a dare and having to kiss and the feelings all being one-sided. I think? Written for daybreaker 8D;;
Hikaru's laughing his ass off and Chinen's leaning in with a wicked gleam of his eye. Everyone knows he's about to whip out his phone and Yamada's quick to pounce on him and try and wrestle it away.
"Well," Yabu says, leaning back with a wry smile of sorts. "C'mon, don't be shy."
"It's not being shy," Takaki tries his best to look indignant and fails. He's blushing too much.
Inoo's got a wry smile of his own, trying to remember how exactly this had all happened, but he's a bit tipsy and it's easier to just blame it on Hikaru. And Yuuto for deciding the punishment. But everyone's a bit drunk and that's probably how they'd started the game in the first place. Losers had to kiss and accept any sort of blackmail taken away from the event, minus Chinen's iPhone of doom, because Chinen was a sadist and their dirty laundry didn't need to be aired throughout Chinen's extensive contact list.
He scoots into the middle of the floor, knowing that there are seven other eyes watching them intently. Takaki's a little more hesitant, but soon joins him.
"Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss," Yuuto and Keito are chanting together.
Takaki's cheeks go even redder but he's the one who leans in, threading his fingers through Inoo's hair and sealing their lips together.
It catches Inoo by surprise, but Takaki's mouth is soft and enticing and Inoo is quick to return the kiss, rising on his knees and half yanking at Takaki's hair to get him where Inoo wants.
It's a sudden clash of tongue and will but Inoo finds Takaki easy to puzzle out, if only because Takaki is easy to please. It's a victory when he swipes his tongue just so and gets Takaki to whimper, clutching at Inoo's shirt.
Inoo isn't keeping track, but there's a point where he realizes he's having trouble breathing and they pull apart. He's half on top of Takaki and somehow Takaki's gotten a hand under his shirt. They're breathless, slightly glassy-eyed, and red-cheeked.
He glances around and everyone's a little slack-jawed. Yamada was wide-eyed, his hands feebly on Chinen's as Chinen points his phone straight at Inoo and Takaki.
Hikaru wolf-whistles, slapping the floor. "I'm totally okay with losing next."
"Don't be an idiot," Inoo laughs, half scorning, detangling himself from Takaki as they both roll back to their spots in the game. "You just like kissing anything that stops moving long enough."
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Takaki swipes a hand over his lips and ducks his head and ignores Daiki's teasing questions. It takes ages for him to feel like he's not blushing tomato red and he avoids Inoo's gaze completely.
But no matter how much he drinks or how hard he tries to distract himself, his lips tingle the whole night through.
HSJ - Inoo/Takaki
470 words, PG
Written for the prompt of losing a dare and having to kiss and the feelings all being one-sided. I think? Written for daybreaker 8D;;
Hikaru's laughing his ass off and Chinen's leaning in with a wicked gleam of his eye. Everyone knows he's about to whip out his phone and Yamada's quick to pounce on him and try and wrestle it away.
"Well," Yabu says, leaning back with a wry smile of sorts. "C'mon, don't be shy."
"It's not being shy," Takaki tries his best to look indignant and fails. He's blushing too much.
Inoo's got a wry smile of his own, trying to remember how exactly this had all happened, but he's a bit tipsy and it's easier to just blame it on Hikaru. And Yuuto for deciding the punishment. But everyone's a bit drunk and that's probably how they'd started the game in the first place. Losers had to kiss and accept any sort of blackmail taken away from the event, minus Chinen's iPhone of doom, because Chinen was a sadist and their dirty laundry didn't need to be aired throughout Chinen's extensive contact list.
He scoots into the middle of the floor, knowing that there are seven other eyes watching them intently. Takaki's a little more hesitant, but soon joins him.
"Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss," Yuuto and Keito are chanting together.
Takaki's cheeks go even redder but he's the one who leans in, threading his fingers through Inoo's hair and sealing their lips together.
It catches Inoo by surprise, but Takaki's mouth is soft and enticing and Inoo is quick to return the kiss, rising on his knees and half yanking at Takaki's hair to get him where Inoo wants.
It's a sudden clash of tongue and will but Inoo finds Takaki easy to puzzle out, if only because Takaki is easy to please. It's a victory when he swipes his tongue just so and gets Takaki to whimper, clutching at Inoo's shirt.
Inoo isn't keeping track, but there's a point where he realizes he's having trouble breathing and they pull apart. He's half on top of Takaki and somehow Takaki's gotten a hand under his shirt. They're breathless, slightly glassy-eyed, and red-cheeked.
He glances around and everyone's a little slack-jawed. Yamada was wide-eyed, his hands feebly on Chinen's as Chinen points his phone straight at Inoo and Takaki.
Hikaru wolf-whistles, slapping the floor. "I'm totally okay with losing next."
"Don't be an idiot," Inoo laughs, half scorning, detangling himself from Takaki as they both roll back to their spots in the game. "You just like kissing anything that stops moving long enough."
~
Takaki swipes a hand over his lips and ducks his head and ignores Daiki's teasing questions. It takes ages for him to feel like he's not blushing tomato red and he avoids Inoo's gaze completely.
But no matter how much he drinks or how hard he tries to distract himself, his lips tingle the whole night through.