Happy Spring Community!
Title: Spring Cold
Recipient's name: The community of Spluff
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Gakuto/Oshitari (Dirty Pair)
Disclaimer (if different from the standard): They don't belong to me, obviously. I guess I wouldn't mind if they did, though.
Warnings (if any): I don't think there are any? Maybe excessive OOCness?
Author's or Artist's notes (if any): I'd like to thank the infamous "Gaara fan girl" for being my beta! She took it easy on me. :D
.I.
Gakuto can't pinpoint exactly when he'd fallen in love with Oshitari Yuushi. Maybe it was all the times Oshitari sung songs from Gakuto's favorite music artists. Gakuto still remembers when Oshitari himself had sworn that he would never be able to enjoy the kind of music Gakuto did.
I couldn't be bothered to find that many happy pills. Gakuto laughed as he remembered Oshitari, a huge grin on his face as he jumped one time in the air and threw him a "victory" sign. Gakuto thought it strange that he'd done it so well, but Oshitari only claimed he was mimicking most of the boy bands and Gakuto could be a strong influence when he wanted to be.
Maybe it was when Oshitari showed up at his gymnastics class to just watch. The tennis season was over and Gakuto liked spending his time practicing with other gymnasts. He and his teammates had managed to make it to the nationals and it was their last day to practice. He hadn't told Oshitari about it because as much as Oshitari didn't mind Gakuto's gymnastics skills on the tennis courts, Gakuto thought the other boy would become fairly bored stiff in a room full of other gymnasts who he had nothing in common with.
Oshitari had shown up, though. He'd sat there on the bleachers, cheering Gakuto on, nearly panicking when Gakuto did something that looked dangerous, and even tried doing a few of the things Gakuto had shown on. He'd eaten a fair amount of mat and nearly broke his neck as he flew off the trampoline whilst trying to attempt a back flip. Gakuto admired him for even trying.
He thinks that it could have possibly been the time Oshitari had manipulated--at least that's what Gakuto thinks it was--his parents into joining Gakuto and his family on a camping trip. Neither Gakuto nor Oshitari were really the camping type, but Gakuto had stressed to Oshitari how much he didn't want to go. How his older sister and younger brother were so keen on going and his opinion was fully shot down considering he was the middle child.
The call from Oshitari later that night informing Gakuto that his parents wanted to join them left Gakuto in complete and total bliss. The scary part about it, Gakuto thought to himself, is they weren't even dating yet.
.II.
Gakuto stared at himself in the mirror, letting out a long, thoughtful sigh. He didn't even recognize the boy staring back at him. Dark bags under his eyes, bloodshot eyes, and a nose so red it could rival Rudolph the Reindeer's. At least that's what his mother had said. Gakuto didn't think it was that red at all.
Feeling as if he was dying was one feeling Gakuto hated having. It was Spring Break and he was holed up inside his house with a cold that had him feeling as if he could cough up his insides sometime soon. His room was covered in hundreds of mucus-filled tissues and Gakuto groaned as he peeled one from the palm of his hand.
He rubbed his hand on his shirt, scrunching up his nose. He couldn't believe he was doing something so unsanitary, but he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
There was a quiet knock at the door that caused Gakuto jump. He looked around at the mess in his room and shrugged, he figured it'd probably just be his mom wanting to make sure he was all right and clean the mess for him. The knock sounded again and sighed.
"I'm coming, hold on!" He shouted to the person behind the door.
Gakuto swung the door open, swearing under his breath as he registered who it actually was.
"Oh, great," he began, "You show up after I decide to rub snot all over my shirt."
Oshitari chuckled softly, eyes searching Gakuto's shirt.
"Well, you can change shirts when you make more of a mess with this soup." Oshitari held up the tray a little over his head as he squeezed in past Gakuto.
Gakuto raised an eyebrow. Oshitari bringing him soup was awkward, but Oshitari sitting on a bed covered in gross tissues was even more awkward. Gakuto closed the door, leaning back on it and observing Oshitari. The other boy just returned the stare, taking one hand off the tray in his lap and patting the spot next time. It was then that Gakuto realized that the tissues practically hiding his bed were the last thing Oshitari cared about, even though Gakuto could see the twitch in his left eye that meant he was just a little bothered by what he was doing.
"Even I wouldn't be that bold," said Gakuto, trailing over to the bed. He knocked a few tissues onto the floor to clear a spot for himself before sitting down.
"Not even for me?" Oshitari asked, smiling at the smaller boy.
"Not even for you!" Gakuto laughed, punching Oshitari on the shoulder. "That'd be really disgusting."
"That's fine," Oshitari replied, stirring the soup in the bowl. "I'd never let my room get this messy anyhow," he laughed then, scooping up a little of the soup and holding the spoon out to Gakuto.
Gakuto stared down his nose at the spoon. "I'm not a baby, Yuushi."
Oshitari didn't say anything to that. Just quietly set the spoon back into the bowl and placed the tray onto Gakuto's lap.
"How'd you manage to end up with a cold around this time of month?"
Gakuto begin furiously shoving the soup in his mouth until his cheeks were bulging. He glared at the picture of he and Jiroh on his wall before slowly swallowing all of the soup down. He turned to Oshitari who was only smiling. It was an unsure smile, but a smile nonetheless and Gakuto loved when he smiled.
"It's what happens when you let Jiroh stay over for an entire week," Gakuto mumbled, idly scooping up soup and turning the spoon so to let the liquid substance splash back into the bowl like a waterfall.
He hadn't told Jiroh that he was the reason he'd developed a cold because he knew he'd apologize to him over and over again until Gakuto was totally fine once again. Jiroh had complained about not being able to sleep because it was so hot inside and constantly turned the AC on, whining when Gakuto attempted to turn it off. Gakuto had been forced to walk around the house all day wearing a full sweat suit. The neighbors had given him weird glances when he walked out the house still wearing that sweat suit, but Gakuto didn't care because he was still cold and had the goosebumps to prove it.
Oshitari nodded, leaning back on his hands. "I should have expected nothing less."
"What do you mean?" asked Gakuto, an inquisitive look falling across his face.
"He's your best friend," Oshitari grinned, reaching over to pat Gakuto on the shoulder, "You'd do anything for him. I know."
Gakuto looked away, slightly embarrassed.
"I hope you know you're really cheesy for making me chicken soup," Gakuto told Oshitari as he stood, walking to the nearest dresser and placing the tray on top.
"Your mother made it," Oshitari corrected him, picking up a tissue, tossing it in the air and hitting it with the palm of his hand in the direction of the trash bin. "I just took the honor of bringing it up to you. She thought that might be a little more romantic."
"Did you--," Gakuto pointed at the tissue lying by the trash bin and looked at Oshitari incredulously. "You really are gross."
"Tennis is tennis," Oshitari shrugged, rubbing his hands on the edge of Gakuto's bed. He wasn't really fooling Gakuto at all. Gakuto knew he was a little disturb by all the tissues in the room, he just didn't want to say it outright to him.
Gakuto shook his head, laughing hysterically. "Not with someone's used tissue!" He exclaimed through deep gasps of breath.
Oshitari shrugged once more, standing and walking toward the trash bin where the tissue was lying along with a few others. He picked up a handful and placed them in the bin, looking back at Gakuto and smiling.
"Now how about you and I clean up this mess?" Oshitari picked up the trash bin, shaking it in Gakuto's direction. "I know you're tired of looking at all this," he commented, kicking at a few tissues lying by his feet.
Gakuto walked over to Oshitari and snatched the bin out of his hand.
"I bet I can pick up more than you." Gakuto challenged Oshitari with a sly grin.
Oshitari shook his head, "Not if you're disgusted by your own germs."
.III.
They're laid sprawled across Gakuto's bed two hours later, clothes reeking of Febreze and a mixture of something Gakuto hoped was some sort of window cleaner. Neither of them spoke, their heartbeats and heavy breathing the only sound in the room.
Gakuto, never one to want to keep quiet for long, inched closer to Oshitari and sniffed the other boy's shirtsleeve. "Well," he sighed dramatically as he moved away, "you officially stink."
"Says the walking air freshener," Oshitari retorted. "You're just angry that I beat you at your own game."
"It was gross!" exclaimed Gakuto, suddenly shivering. "I know it was mine or whatever, but seriously, how can you do that?" He asked, a look of disgusting falling over his face as he turned to stare at Oshitari.
"Because it was yours," Oshitari replied simply.
Gakuto blushed, looking away quickly. "Oh. I know you were freaked out, though"
"Only a little," Oshitari lied. He quickly lost his composure when Gakuto raised a brow, letting him know that he didn't believe him at all. "Okay, more than a little."
Gakuto nodded, a smug grin on his face. He looked away, coughing softly. "Sucks that I'm sick right now," he said aloud quietly, voice cracking slightly.
"It's not that bad," Oshitari assured him, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm here to take care of you, aren't I? You have to admit that me bringing you the soup was a nice touch."
Gakuto laughed softly. "Yeah, it was."
Oshitari sat up slowly and looked down at Gakuto, raising a brow.
"Is there something else wrong?" he asked, placing a hand on Gakuto's forehead. It was a motherly thing to do, but he was a worried boyfriend and something like that should most definitely be excused.
"Another family trip," Gakuto sighed, rolling his eyes.
"A family trip, huh?" Oshitari repeated, mainly to himself. He smiled at Gakuto and leaned down, inches away from his face, "Want me to come?"
Gakuto's eyes widened, he could have sworn Oshitari was going to kiss him. They haven't yet and Gakuto would have fully approved if it was something Oshitari wanted to do, but he didn't. He just smiled and Gakuto had to stop himself from pulling Oshitari into a kiss. Oshitari's eyes were sparkling with mischief, a look Gakuto has always appreciated. If he said he really wanted Oshitari to come, he knew he would be there and that was why Gakuto couldn't approve.
"Not this time," Gakuto shook his head, unsure of what Oshitari's reaction would be to his rejection. "I mean, you went last time and I'm still not sure I thanked you properly for that time," he quickly added on, not wanting Oshitari to think that he just didn't want him to be around. "I want to try and stick it out myself."
Oshitari chuckled, lying back onto the bed. "I get it, I get it."
"You do?" Gakuto quickly sat up, sending a disbelieving look Oshitari's way.
"Yeah."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, thank God!" Gakuto threw his arms into the air and jumped off the bed. "I thought you would have been mad."
"Why would I be mad about something like that?" Oshitari asked, confused only a little.
"I thought you would have assumed I didn't want you around," Gakuto told him, closing his eyes from embarrassment.
There wasn't a sound from Oshitari, only the creaking from Gakuto's bed. Gakuto panicked slightly, opening one eye. Oshitari couldn't possibly be leaving after he told him he understood what he was trying to say. To Gakuto's relief, he wasn't. In fact, he was moving slowly towards Gakuto, a seductive grin on his face.
"Uh?" Gakuto backed away, putting a hand up as if to ask a question.
Oshitari stopped suddenly, laughing loudly. "It was only a joke!" he bellowed, moving closer to Gakuto and placing both hands on his shoulders. "You know I'm not like that."
Gakuto couldn't stand it anymore. Oshitari was perfect, perfect for him and he needed to show him that. He reached up, lacing his fingers with Oshitari's own. He smirked suddenly, leaning forward towards Oshitari. He could see the surprise on Oshitari's face and stopped, looking down.
"We've never, you know," he whispered, looking up at Oshitari from under his lashes. "I wouldn't mind."
"Are you sure?"
"I'd like to think I am."
Neither of them have the chance to take back their decision, lips crashing together, hands awkwardly placed on hips. Then there's a tongue licking at Gakuto's lower lip and before he can pull away to figure out just what's happening, his mouth has opened on its own accord, allowing Oshitari the entrance that he wants. Gakuto's realized now that there's no point in trying to back away because he just can't. He's thankful that Oshitari was the first to pull away, lips swollen and red, an anxious look on his face.
Oshitari didn't have the chance to ask whatever question was running through his head before Gakuto pulled him back for another kiss, smiling against his mouth. Gakuto's hands are placed on either side of Oshitari's face before he knows it, pulling the taller boy deeper into the kiss. Oshitari's lips seem to be melting under his own and Gakuto takes that moment to snake his hands into Gakuto's hair, loving the feel of it. Like silk and Oshitari moans into the kiss, hands tightening around Gakuto's waist. Gakuto's swallows the moan, granting Oshitari that entrance once more and reveling in the feel of his tongue sliding against his own. Gakuto wanted nothing more than to stand there all day, stay connected with Oshitari like that, but he knew sooner or later they'd have to stop before things went further and he wanted to be the one to do it this time.
Gakuto backed away, placing one more small kiss on Oshitari's lips before bursting into laughter. It wasn't long before Oshitari joined in, pulling Gakuto into a hug.
"We were scared of that?"
"I don't know, but you should be scared," Gakuto pulled away, placing a hand on Oshitari's chest and pushing him away. "You're going to be the sick one next!"
Recipient's name: The community of Spluff
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Gakuto/Oshitari (Dirty Pair)
Disclaimer (if different from the standard): They don't belong to me, obviously. I guess I wouldn't mind if they did, though.
Warnings (if any): I don't think there are any? Maybe excessive OOCness?
Author's or Artist's notes (if any): I'd like to thank the infamous "Gaara fan girl" for being my beta! She took it easy on me. :D
.I.
Gakuto can't pinpoint exactly when he'd fallen in love with Oshitari Yuushi. Maybe it was all the times Oshitari sung songs from Gakuto's favorite music artists. Gakuto still remembers when Oshitari himself had sworn that he would never be able to enjoy the kind of music Gakuto did.
I couldn't be bothered to find that many happy pills. Gakuto laughed as he remembered Oshitari, a huge grin on his face as he jumped one time in the air and threw him a "victory" sign. Gakuto thought it strange that he'd done it so well, but Oshitari only claimed he was mimicking most of the boy bands and Gakuto could be a strong influence when he wanted to be.
Maybe it was when Oshitari showed up at his gymnastics class to just watch. The tennis season was over and Gakuto liked spending his time practicing with other gymnasts. He and his teammates had managed to make it to the nationals and it was their last day to practice. He hadn't told Oshitari about it because as much as Oshitari didn't mind Gakuto's gymnastics skills on the tennis courts, Gakuto thought the other boy would become fairly bored stiff in a room full of other gymnasts who he had nothing in common with.
Oshitari had shown up, though. He'd sat there on the bleachers, cheering Gakuto on, nearly panicking when Gakuto did something that looked dangerous, and even tried doing a few of the things Gakuto had shown on. He'd eaten a fair amount of mat and nearly broke his neck as he flew off the trampoline whilst trying to attempt a back flip. Gakuto admired him for even trying.
He thinks that it could have possibly been the time Oshitari had manipulated--at least that's what Gakuto thinks it was--his parents into joining Gakuto and his family on a camping trip. Neither Gakuto nor Oshitari were really the camping type, but Gakuto had stressed to Oshitari how much he didn't want to go. How his older sister and younger brother were so keen on going and his opinion was fully shot down considering he was the middle child.
The call from Oshitari later that night informing Gakuto that his parents wanted to join them left Gakuto in complete and total bliss. The scary part about it, Gakuto thought to himself, is they weren't even dating yet.
.II.
Gakuto stared at himself in the mirror, letting out a long, thoughtful sigh. He didn't even recognize the boy staring back at him. Dark bags under his eyes, bloodshot eyes, and a nose so red it could rival Rudolph the Reindeer's. At least that's what his mother had said. Gakuto didn't think it was that red at all.
Feeling as if he was dying was one feeling Gakuto hated having. It was Spring Break and he was holed up inside his house with a cold that had him feeling as if he could cough up his insides sometime soon. His room was covered in hundreds of mucus-filled tissues and Gakuto groaned as he peeled one from the palm of his hand.
He rubbed his hand on his shirt, scrunching up his nose. He couldn't believe he was doing something so unsanitary, but he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
There was a quiet knock at the door that caused Gakuto jump. He looked around at the mess in his room and shrugged, he figured it'd probably just be his mom wanting to make sure he was all right and clean the mess for him. The knock sounded again and sighed.
"I'm coming, hold on!" He shouted to the person behind the door.
Gakuto swung the door open, swearing under his breath as he registered who it actually was.
"Oh, great," he began, "You show up after I decide to rub snot all over my shirt."
Oshitari chuckled softly, eyes searching Gakuto's shirt.
"Well, you can change shirts when you make more of a mess with this soup." Oshitari held up the tray a little over his head as he squeezed in past Gakuto.
Gakuto raised an eyebrow. Oshitari bringing him soup was awkward, but Oshitari sitting on a bed covered in gross tissues was even more awkward. Gakuto closed the door, leaning back on it and observing Oshitari. The other boy just returned the stare, taking one hand off the tray in his lap and patting the spot next time. It was then that Gakuto realized that the tissues practically hiding his bed were the last thing Oshitari cared about, even though Gakuto could see the twitch in his left eye that meant he was just a little bothered by what he was doing.
"Even I wouldn't be that bold," said Gakuto, trailing over to the bed. He knocked a few tissues onto the floor to clear a spot for himself before sitting down.
"Not even for me?" Oshitari asked, smiling at the smaller boy.
"Not even for you!" Gakuto laughed, punching Oshitari on the shoulder. "That'd be really disgusting."
"That's fine," Oshitari replied, stirring the soup in the bowl. "I'd never let my room get this messy anyhow," he laughed then, scooping up a little of the soup and holding the spoon out to Gakuto.
Gakuto stared down his nose at the spoon. "I'm not a baby, Yuushi."
Oshitari didn't say anything to that. Just quietly set the spoon back into the bowl and placed the tray onto Gakuto's lap.
"How'd you manage to end up with a cold around this time of month?"
Gakuto begin furiously shoving the soup in his mouth until his cheeks were bulging. He glared at the picture of he and Jiroh on his wall before slowly swallowing all of the soup down. He turned to Oshitari who was only smiling. It was an unsure smile, but a smile nonetheless and Gakuto loved when he smiled.
"It's what happens when you let Jiroh stay over for an entire week," Gakuto mumbled, idly scooping up soup and turning the spoon so to let the liquid substance splash back into the bowl like a waterfall.
He hadn't told Jiroh that he was the reason he'd developed a cold because he knew he'd apologize to him over and over again until Gakuto was totally fine once again. Jiroh had complained about not being able to sleep because it was so hot inside and constantly turned the AC on, whining when Gakuto attempted to turn it off. Gakuto had been forced to walk around the house all day wearing a full sweat suit. The neighbors had given him weird glances when he walked out the house still wearing that sweat suit, but Gakuto didn't care because he was still cold and had the goosebumps to prove it.
Oshitari nodded, leaning back on his hands. "I should have expected nothing less."
"What do you mean?" asked Gakuto, an inquisitive look falling across his face.
"He's your best friend," Oshitari grinned, reaching over to pat Gakuto on the shoulder, "You'd do anything for him. I know."
Gakuto looked away, slightly embarrassed.
"I hope you know you're really cheesy for making me chicken soup," Gakuto told Oshitari as he stood, walking to the nearest dresser and placing the tray on top.
"Your mother made it," Oshitari corrected him, picking up a tissue, tossing it in the air and hitting it with the palm of his hand in the direction of the trash bin. "I just took the honor of bringing it up to you. She thought that might be a little more romantic."
"Did you--," Gakuto pointed at the tissue lying by the trash bin and looked at Oshitari incredulously. "You really are gross."
"Tennis is tennis," Oshitari shrugged, rubbing his hands on the edge of Gakuto's bed. He wasn't really fooling Gakuto at all. Gakuto knew he was a little disturb by all the tissues in the room, he just didn't want to say it outright to him.
Gakuto shook his head, laughing hysterically. "Not with someone's used tissue!" He exclaimed through deep gasps of breath.
Oshitari shrugged once more, standing and walking toward the trash bin where the tissue was lying along with a few others. He picked up a handful and placed them in the bin, looking back at Gakuto and smiling.
"Now how about you and I clean up this mess?" Oshitari picked up the trash bin, shaking it in Gakuto's direction. "I know you're tired of looking at all this," he commented, kicking at a few tissues lying by his feet.
Gakuto walked over to Oshitari and snatched the bin out of his hand.
"I bet I can pick up more than you." Gakuto challenged Oshitari with a sly grin.
Oshitari shook his head, "Not if you're disgusted by your own germs."
.III.
They're laid sprawled across Gakuto's bed two hours later, clothes reeking of Febreze and a mixture of something Gakuto hoped was some sort of window cleaner. Neither of them spoke, their heartbeats and heavy breathing the only sound in the room.
Gakuto, never one to want to keep quiet for long, inched closer to Oshitari and sniffed the other boy's shirtsleeve. "Well," he sighed dramatically as he moved away, "you officially stink."
"Says the walking air freshener," Oshitari retorted. "You're just angry that I beat you at your own game."
"It was gross!" exclaimed Gakuto, suddenly shivering. "I know it was mine or whatever, but seriously, how can you do that?" He asked, a look of disgusting falling over his face as he turned to stare at Oshitari.
"Because it was yours," Oshitari replied simply.
Gakuto blushed, looking away quickly. "Oh. I know you were freaked out, though"
"Only a little," Oshitari lied. He quickly lost his composure when Gakuto raised a brow, letting him know that he didn't believe him at all. "Okay, more than a little."
Gakuto nodded, a smug grin on his face. He looked away, coughing softly. "Sucks that I'm sick right now," he said aloud quietly, voice cracking slightly.
"It's not that bad," Oshitari assured him, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm here to take care of you, aren't I? You have to admit that me bringing you the soup was a nice touch."
Gakuto laughed softly. "Yeah, it was."
Oshitari sat up slowly and looked down at Gakuto, raising a brow.
"Is there something else wrong?" he asked, placing a hand on Gakuto's forehead. It was a motherly thing to do, but he was a worried boyfriend and something like that should most definitely be excused.
"Another family trip," Gakuto sighed, rolling his eyes.
"A family trip, huh?" Oshitari repeated, mainly to himself. He smiled at Gakuto and leaned down, inches away from his face, "Want me to come?"
Gakuto's eyes widened, he could have sworn Oshitari was going to kiss him. They haven't yet and Gakuto would have fully approved if it was something Oshitari wanted to do, but he didn't. He just smiled and Gakuto had to stop himself from pulling Oshitari into a kiss. Oshitari's eyes were sparkling with mischief, a look Gakuto has always appreciated. If he said he really wanted Oshitari to come, he knew he would be there and that was why Gakuto couldn't approve.
"Not this time," Gakuto shook his head, unsure of what Oshitari's reaction would be to his rejection. "I mean, you went last time and I'm still not sure I thanked you properly for that time," he quickly added on, not wanting Oshitari to think that he just didn't want him to be around. "I want to try and stick it out myself."
Oshitari chuckled, lying back onto the bed. "I get it, I get it."
"You do?" Gakuto quickly sat up, sending a disbelieving look Oshitari's way.
"Yeah."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, thank God!" Gakuto threw his arms into the air and jumped off the bed. "I thought you would have been mad."
"Why would I be mad about something like that?" Oshitari asked, confused only a little.
"I thought you would have assumed I didn't want you around," Gakuto told him, closing his eyes from embarrassment.
There wasn't a sound from Oshitari, only the creaking from Gakuto's bed. Gakuto panicked slightly, opening one eye. Oshitari couldn't possibly be leaving after he told him he understood what he was trying to say. To Gakuto's relief, he wasn't. In fact, he was moving slowly towards Gakuto, a seductive grin on his face.
"Uh?" Gakuto backed away, putting a hand up as if to ask a question.
Oshitari stopped suddenly, laughing loudly. "It was only a joke!" he bellowed, moving closer to Gakuto and placing both hands on his shoulders. "You know I'm not like that."
Gakuto couldn't stand it anymore. Oshitari was perfect, perfect for him and he needed to show him that. He reached up, lacing his fingers with Oshitari's own. He smirked suddenly, leaning forward towards Oshitari. He could see the surprise on Oshitari's face and stopped, looking down.
"We've never, you know," he whispered, looking up at Oshitari from under his lashes. "I wouldn't mind."
"Are you sure?"
"I'd like to think I am."
Neither of them have the chance to take back their decision, lips crashing together, hands awkwardly placed on hips. Then there's a tongue licking at Gakuto's lower lip and before he can pull away to figure out just what's happening, his mouth has opened on its own accord, allowing Oshitari the entrance that he wants. Gakuto's realized now that there's no point in trying to back away because he just can't. He's thankful that Oshitari was the first to pull away, lips swollen and red, an anxious look on his face.
Oshitari didn't have the chance to ask whatever question was running through his head before Gakuto pulled him back for another kiss, smiling against his mouth. Gakuto's hands are placed on either side of Oshitari's face before he knows it, pulling the taller boy deeper into the kiss. Oshitari's lips seem to be melting under his own and Gakuto takes that moment to snake his hands into Gakuto's hair, loving the feel of it. Like silk and Oshitari moans into the kiss, hands tightening around Gakuto's waist. Gakuto's swallows the moan, granting Oshitari that entrance once more and reveling in the feel of his tongue sliding against his own. Gakuto wanted nothing more than to stand there all day, stay connected with Oshitari like that, but he knew sooner or later they'd have to stop before things went further and he wanted to be the one to do it this time.
Gakuto backed away, placing one more small kiss on Oshitari's lips before bursting into laughter. It wasn't long before Oshitari joined in, pulling Gakuto into a hug.
"We were scared of that?"
"I don't know, but you should be scared," Gakuto pulled away, placing a hand on Oshitari's chest and pushing him away. "You're going to be the sick one next!"