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Nakamura sighed, leaning against the back of his chair.
He tried all day to work up the courage to ask Hirose to go to the amusement park with him after school today, yet at every turn, he made a complete fool of himself.
Typical.
Nakamura clenched his jaw as he stared down at his shoe locker, before hanging his head in defeat. Why! Why was he such a loser, why was it so hard to talk to Hirose! They were friends now, it should be so easy for him to just casually ask to hang out!
He made his way out of the entrance of the school, sighing to himself as he clutched the strap of his bag. He was about to start sadly monologuing to himself, before he felt a hand slap his back.
“Nakamura!”
His head instantly whipped to the side, taking in Hirose.
The shorter boy smiled at him, his cheeks rosy as they scrunched up against his eyes, “Are ya busy?”
“Ah!” Nakamura shook his head quickly, “N-not at all! What’s.. um,” he smiled down at him, “what’s up?”
“Well,” Hirose smirked as he dragged out the word, sidestepping to stand in front of him with his hands behind his back, “I’ve got something for you!”
Nakamura’s jaw dropped, his face heating up, “Fah-fah- for me?!”
Hirose stuck his tongue out playfully, before revealing his hands, holding three tickets.
“I’ve got us admissions to the amusement park! You wanna go?”
Nakamura gasped in awe, his entire body shaking in excitement, “Yes! I- I mean.. Of course!”
Hirose smiled, handing him one, as they began to walk towards the gates, “Awesome! The guys were busy today, and gave me their tickets. It was just gonna be us and Matsumura, but now it can be the three of us!”
Nakamura faltered slightly, “M.. Matsumura?”
Speak of the devil, the closer they got to the gate, there stood his rival. Poised as usual, leaning against the brick, he perked up the moment he saw Hirose.
He began to wave, before he noticed Nakamura, his smile dimming.
“Hey! Just on time!” Hirose grinned, absolutely blinding the two of them with his radiance.
“I’d never be late to hang out with you, but I thought your other friends were coming, not..” Matsumura glanced at Nakamura, who stared at him head on.
Hirose sighed, shaking his head, “They totally ditched me! So I asked Nakamura to come hang, it’s gonna be so fun!”
Before either of them could respond, a yell came from the distance. They all looked up as a teacher ran up to them, glaring down at Hirose.
“How many times do I have to tell you to remember to empty the garbage on your day!”
Hirose flinched, looking caught, “Uh- I- I’m sorry! I completely forgot!”
The teacher put her hands on her hips, pointing back towards the school, “Go do it now! If you take any longer, you’ll find yourself in trouble.”
“Awe, what!” Hirose frowned, looking back at the two, “Sorry guys, I’ll try to be quick!” He ran off, the teacher grumbling to herself as she walked after him.
The two watched them go, standing in awkward silence for a moment, before it began to turn into something more tense.
“So, you’re coming with us, huh?”
Nakamura frowned, looking at him, “What of it? Hirose asked me.” He added smugly.
Matsumura smirked down at him, putting his hands in his pockets, “Well, he asked me first.” Nakamura clenched his teeth, clenching his fist.
“Hmph, well, he touched me on the back!” Matsumura gasped, as Nakamura turned around to point at himself, “While giving me my ticket!”
“That’s- that’s nothing! He’d of done that to anyone!”
“Hmmm, but not you, right?” Nakamura snickered up at him, turning back around towards him.
The other boy shook his head in irritation, “He asked me over text, which is way better! I have his number, and you don’t!”
Nakamura seethed as Matsumura showed his phone to him, their text history proving at least that much.
“Which means I know way more about him, I’m closer to him than you’ll ever be!”
Nakamura practically growled, his shackles raising, “Well how close can you really be, if you’re not in the same class as him, hah?!”
Gasping, Matsumura frantically clutched a hand to his shirt, struggling to come up with any more to say. Nakamura smirked in victory, hands already on his hips in a dramatic victory pose.
It sort of felt nice, being able to be so open about his feelings with someone… it was definitely a plus that he won too, though.
Smiling to himself over the thought of winning Hirose, he barely noticed as Matsumura regained his senses, snapping out of his thoughts in shock as the other leaned down to get close to his face.
“Yeah, well, think about this. I’ve known him longer, we’re closer, we talk every day,”
“Ah, no, you text him every day, he doesn’t respond-”
“If he were to feel comfortable kissing one of us, it’d definitely be me.”
Nakamura froze, staring at him as his mind went blank.
What.
What?!
“K-k-kissing?!”
Matsumura smirked, letting out a smug hmph, “If I asked right now, he’d totally kiss me. We’re practically childhood best friends,”
“Again, you’re thinking you are way closer than you are-”
“But he wouldn’t do the same with you! He barely knows you!”
Nakamura stared in shock, his heart racing a mile a minute. He couldn’t stop the thought as it happened, a vision of Hirose blushing so sweetly, leaning up on the tips of his shoes, only to be met with the face of Matsumura. Letting out a shriek, he shook his head as fast as he could, willing the fantasy to disappear.
“You- you’re wrong! He’d never do that, he- he doesn’t even..” his heart clenched as his sentence drifted off. He didn’t like to put much thought into Hirose’s preferences, it’d make him have to face a reality he’s not yet ready to come to terms with.
“Are you sure? Hirose’s a nice guy, he’d do anything a close friend of his asked. I’m sure you’re well aware of that, right? It’s hard not to notice.” Matsumura waved his finger in front of his face, smiling down at him.
Nakamura suddenly was hit with a train of thought he’d long forgotten, of Hirose sitting in the lap of Takeuchi. Of how far Hirose was willing to go just for his friend to catch the attention of a girl. Nakamura hadn’t understood it at first, too caught up in his jealousy, but after a while it wasn’t hard to catch on.
Especially after the physical affection died down, and yet the two still talked so loudly about having to flirt just to keep attention on Takeuchi.
Nakamura paled at the realization that he wasn’t close enough to him for that. He wasn’t even close enough to work up the courage of asking if they could do anything together. He nervously looked up at Matsumura, who seemed to be off in his own imagination land, if the stupid smile on his face was anything to go by.
The despair that had drowned his heart suddenly lit up into jealousy, anger flowing through his veins as he clenched his teeth.
What did this guy even know? He’s not close to Hirose either, if he was, they’d be dating! Or at the very least, Hirose wouldn’t have forgotten all about their plans. That’s right, Hirose was so caught up thinking about him, that he’d completely forgotten all about Matsumura! Besides, if he’s been obsessed with Hirose for this long, then..
Then..
Nakamura felt his grimace slowly turn into a smile, the tension leaving his shoulders. Matsumura blinked out of his thoughts, standing straight as if to prepare himself.
“My, my.. what an active imagination you have, Matsumura!” Nakamura laughed to himself, enjoying the way the other immediately frowned.
“This is no laughing matter, I could kiss him right now!”
“Then do it.”
Matsumura froze, feeling the back of his neck begin to sweat, “.. what?”
“Go do it, go kiss him right now.” Nakamura smirked up at him, all too antagonizing. Matsumura wanted to wipe that stupid look right off his face, but.. but..
Nakamura continued to smirk as he leaned back, shaking his head, “You won’t do it right? You couldn’t possibly kiss him, because you,” he slowly lifted his hand, bringing his finger up to poke Matsumura in the chest, “have no experience kissing anyone.”
Matsumura felt his face flush instantly, yet his body felt cold. The only heat that made it through was the finger that was touching him, causing him to feel as if his insides were spilling out.
“Wha-wha-what?! Of- of course I’ve- what a ridiculous-” he couldn’t stop the words from stumbling out, completely unable to come up with a good enough lie or excuse.
“Of course, you haven’t. Who would you have kissed? Who would you betray Hirose for?” Nakamura leaned in closer, victory written across his face, “Hirose deserves someone with experience to kiss him, not someone like you. It’d ruin everything for him, and he should have the best!”
Defeat washed over him. Not in any soft, slow way, but as if he got hit with a typhoon. It smothered every part of his body, as he weakly squawked in disbelief.
Nakamura was right, of course he was. Hirose deserved only the best, and how could he give him that experience when he’s never..
A light shone down on him as if God itself heard his cries and blessed him with the fruit of knowledge. Matsumura wiped the tears forming in his eyes, leaning down fast enough to knock his forehead against Nakamura’s.
“Is that so? Hm? Hmmm?”
Nakamura flinched, leaned back to rub at his head, “Um.. yes.”
“Well then, you’re never going to kiss him either!”
“Eh?!”
“You obviously haven’t kissed anyone either, unless you cheated on Hirose! How scandalous.” He brought a hand to his mouth, hiding his amused smile behind it. Nakamura instantly flushed, “Of- of course I haven’t! I wouldn’t do that to Hirose!”
“Well! You won’t be getting to kiss Hirose’s soft lips then, because he’d never want to make out with a no-kisser like you!”
“No-kisser?!” Nakamura squawked, sweat rolling down his cheek.
“Exactly what I said! You’re going to die without kissing him, or anybody!”
“W-well so are you!”
Matsumura stomped his foot, “Fine by me!”
Nakamura clenched his fists at his side, “Then- then neither of us get to kiss Hirose!”
Silence fell over them, their frustrated huffing falling loud in the quiet air. They stared at each other, as the gravity of the situation and their words fell into place, their faces crumpling little by little.
It wasn’t fair, of course Nakamura wanted to kiss Hirose. He’s fantasized about it enough times to practically feel their lips touching, but daydreaming wasn’t the real thing. Would Hirose want someone more experienced? Had Hirose ever kissed anyone either? If he hadn’t, then he definitely deserved even more of someone who knew what they were doing.
Someone who could lead the way, someone who could help him figure it out. A blush creeped its way onto his face as he thought about it, but he shook his head, willing it away. That person wouldn’t be him, couldn’t be.
Matsumura looked just as defeated, his mouth wobbling. Nakamura sympathized with him slightly.
“What.. are we going to do..?” Matsumura whispered, and he wasn’t sure if it was meant to be for himself or if Nakamura was meant to also hear it. Sadness had welled around his heart the longer they stood there.
“Yeah…”
The quiet was broken as footsteps crunched near them, both whipping their heads to the side to see who was approaching.
Hirose smiled at them, waving his hand as he jogged to shorten the distance, “Sorry for making you guys wait on me again. Ah, I should just get my chores tattooed onto me, maybe then I’d remember them, haha!”
Nakamura struggled to smile in response, his words failing him. Matsumura seemed to be in the same boat, barely able to produce a nod.
“Well then, let’s get going!”
Hirose began walking ahead of them, and Nakamura stared for only a moment before following after him. They barely managed to make it a foot outside of the gates before the silence was broken.
“Um.. actually-!” Matsumura yelled, before putting a hand over his mouth. Nakamura turned to look at him, Hirose stopping to look around, “Hm?”
“We- we..” Matsumura came up to Nakamura, wrapping his arm around his, pulling him back towards him slightly, “we have to cancel!”
Nakamura let his jaw drop, “We?!”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
Hirose’s soft, sweet, puppy eyes looked up at the two of them, and Nakamura was at a loss for words.
Matsumura turned his head to the side, clenching his eyes shut, as if to will the image away, “We- something came up with Nakamura’s sister, we.. we have to go to his house!”
“Hah?!”
“Oh no, what happened? Is she okay? Let’s talk while walking, we’ll make it there faster!” Hirose turned to walk, before Matsumura squeaked.
“No! I- I mean.. No, no, his sister, she-.. she’s super embarrassed, she doesn’t want anyone but us coming to help-”
Nakamura tilted his head back to look up at him, surely knowing his face displayed complete bewilderment.
“Eh? So it’s a family matter? Then why do you need to go wi-”
“I’ve met her before! She- we’re super close, I visit Nakamura all the time!”
“What?!” Nakamura yelled, completely taken aback by how easily and willing the other was to lie to Hirose about something so ridiculous.
Hirose frowned, “What? So not fair, you never invite me over, Nakamura.”
Nakamura began stuttering, unable to form a coherent sentence as he felt Matsumura drag him wherever he went. Matsumura quickly passed Hirose, practically pulling Nakamura away with him.
“Super sorry, Hirose, I’ll return him to you as soon as possible! …. Bye!”
He ran off with Nakamura’s arm in his possession, stumbling as he struggled to whisk them both away. Nakamura stared at the retreating figure of Hirose, his heart clenching at the sight. Only when they rounded a corner, did Matsumura stop, huffing as he let go. Nakamura shook his arm, feeling sore.
“What was that?!”
Matsumura ran a hand over his face, sighing to himself, before he stood straight. His face was wiped clean of any emotion, it almost sent a shiver down his spine, “Lead the way.”
“Eh?”
“To your house!”
“You’re seriously coming over?!”
Matsumura leaned down, getting in his face, “Obviously! Now let’s go!”
Nakamura could only stare in shock and confusion, before his feet moved on their own, practically rushing away towards the safety of his own house. Unfortunately, of course Matsumura’s long legs managed to keep up the pace. He couldn’t even run from him if he wanted to, and something about that made his back feel sweaty.
During the walk home, Nakamura eventually tired himself out from speedwalking, deciding to go for a softer pace. Every so often, he’d glance up at him, trying to gauge the situation. Nothing changed each time, that stoic look plastered to Matsumura’s face.
Until they got closer to his house.
Taking a quick peak at his face once more, he noticed the blush that slowly creeped its way onto his face. Blinking in confusion, he tilted his head to try and get a better look at his face, of which Matsumura only flushed harder.
“Um.. we’re.. home.” Nakamura weakly announced, after leading him to the front door, pushing it open.
They quietly took their shoes off, Nakamura stepping further into the house before him.
“Sorry for the intrusion.” Matsumura quietly spoke, following after him.
They stood in silence, Nakamura making a mental note of his sister not being home yet. So much for that weird lie, speaking of.. “Uh, how did you know I had a sister?”
Matsumura glared down at him, before clicking his tongue and looking away, “Hirose.. mentioned it.”
Nakamura felt the floor fall from underneath him, falling onto a fluffy pink cloud. His heart could barely keep up with the way his breathing quickened, a wide smile forming on his lips, “He.. talks about me?”
Matsumura continued to glare, though his attention was now on the floor. The heat on his face not subsiding, despite the cool temperature indoors.
“Nakamura, take me to your room.”
Knocked out of his daydreaming, the smile left his face, “Oh..” he looked down, lost in thought for a moment, before he looked up again, “Why?”
“Wh- why? Because I asked.”
“I don’t know you! Why are you even here?!”
“Take me to your room and I’ll tell you!”
“Absolutely not! You’re a total pervert, who knows what you’d take in there!”
“I wouldn’t want anything of yours, idiot! You’re not Hirose!”
The door opened behind them, the light blinding him for a moment, before his sister stepped inside.
“I’m hom- eh?” She paused from taking her shoe off, staring at the two of them.
Nakamura could only stare back in horror, feeling as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t.
“Okuto, who’s this?”
Nakamura growled, hitting their shoulders together as he passed him towards the stairs, “No one! Just a classmate.” He quickly grabbed Matsumura’s hand, practically dragging him upstairs.
“But he’s wearing a different-”
Her sentence got cut off the further they went, before eventually Nakamura shut his door behind them, huffing to himself.
Whipping his head around, he glared at Matsumura, “What are you doing here?”
Matsumura ignored him, taking in his surroundings. He leaned down at the little aquarium, blinking widely at the octopus inside, “Huh.”
Nakamura paused, before his anger doubled, “Huh? Huh?! Answer me! You totally ruined my chance with Hirose!” He cried, crumbling to the ground dramatically. Matsumura continued to stare at the octopus, tapping the glass softly with his finger, before turning his attention onto Nakamura.
“You didn’t have a chance, neither of us do.”
Nakamura cried out in despair, hiding his face in his arm, “I know that! .. but I.. I still would’ve liked to hang out with him as a.. as a friend!”
Matsumura stared at him, before sighing. He kneeled down in front of him, taking his hands into his, “Let’s kiss.”
Silence fell over them.
No matter which way he turned it, that statement didn’t turn into anything else that it could’ve possibly been beforehand. There’s no way he heard that right, but he couldn’t try to imagine it being anything else.
“What?!
His grip tightened, keeping Nakamura in place, “Think about it. We both need experience here, and it’s for Hirose. It wouldn’t be cheating, it can’t be!”
“I- I think you’re skipping a lot of steps here-!”
“How could we be betraying Hirose if we both love him? We don’t like each other, it doesn’t mean anything to us, but we- we could get better for him! It’s just for him.”
Nakamura felt his hands shaking despite the firm grip, his neck sweating, “Wh- but- but..”
He deadpanned, “Why would I want to help you get better at kissing for Hirose.”
Matsumura hung his head, his voice wavering, “Come on, it was so hard to ask!”
“Yeah, well, that’s because what you asked is stupid!”
“The mouth on this kid,” Matsumura snarked, clicking his tongue, “just- look. We’re rivals, right?” Nakamura could only nod in response, not entirely happy about that fact.
Matsumura nodded back, “It’s only a fair game if we’re on the same level. We both already have things over each other, we need to level the playing field.”
“Eh.. do we?” He tried to lean away, but their fingers simply intertwined, pulling him closer.
“Absolutely. If anything, I’m doing you a favor here. I technically have way more of an advantage than you.”
Nakamura frowned, not happy at all about that fact either. “So, what, we’re just supposed to practice kissing each other for him?”
Matsumura leaned in, smiling at him, “You can imagine I’m him, if that’d be easier.”
Scoffing a laugh, he whipped his head to the side, “As if! You could never be as cute as Hirose.” Fingers tightened between his knuckles, Matsumura glaring down at him.
“I could say the same about you.”
“Whatever! I don’t want you to think I’m cute, pervert!”
Matsumura flung his hands down off of his, slamming his fist on the floor, “Just- shut up! We both need this, I-.. I don’t want to spend my whole life without kissing Hirose.”
Nakamura frowned, ignoring the pain in his hands. It was true that this was weird, in fact, it was more than weird. He has no idea how exactly far he’d go in describing what was happening, but whatever it was, it was weird. With a sigh, he leaned back on his hands, “Yeah, well, you’re not going to be the one kissing him.”
Matsumura lifted his head, already glaring at him.
“I’m going to be so good at this, there’s no way you could keep up.”
“Psh,” Matsumura dropped his knees to the ground, crawling towards him, “please, you could never beat me.”
Nakamura smirked up at him, giving a half shrug, “I’m experienced in some ways, you know. I read BL all the time, so..” he dragged out the last part, smugness wafting off of him. Matsumura rolled his eyes as he placed his knee between his legs, their noses almost touching “BL isn’t the real thing.”
“Hm.” Nakamura focused on the breath that hit him with every exhale, “I suppose it’s not.”
They weren't exactly sure who it was that closed the distance first, but before they knew it, their lips were together.
He was kissing someone, he was kissing a boy. His first kiss, and it was with a boy, not a dare or confession with a girl like he’d feared. Nakamura was kissing a boy!
.. Who wasn’t Hirose, so it wasn’t all that great, really.
His lips were soft at least, and he didn’t push too hard. They were both clearly inexperienced, not quite sure what to do with their lips, and it should’ve felt awkward, but.. it didn’t. Not much, anyway.
He guessed there was something good to come out of kissing someone you didn’t like. Not being scared out of your mind about messing up was sort of easier.
Matsumura pulled back, frowning down between them, “Something feels off.”
Nakamura hummed, smacking his lips together, “Not like you’d really know.”
“Ugh,” Matsumura ignored him, “I don’t understand what we’re supposed to do with our lips! What’s so fun about just pressing them together?!”
“Well, it’s not supposed to be exciting with me, pervert.” Nakamura blankly stated.
Matsumura glared at him, before huffing, leaning back in, “Shut up.”
Nakamura rolled his eyes, letting their lips slot together once more. He was right in a way, what was so interesting about kissing? He tried to imagine kissing Hirose in this moment, but it was so difficult when Matsumura felt so different to what he’d imagined the softness of Hirose to be.
It wasn’t as if he was aggressive, or his lips were chapped, it just.. didn’t work to imagine.
His train of thought crashed off the tracks as he felt something wet touch his lips.
He blinked his eyes open, completely in shock as Matsumura was already looking down at him. He pulled back quickly, “Wha-wha- what was that?! Also- you-” he pointed his finger at him, “you need to close your eyes!”
Matsumura licked his own lips, humming to himself, “I think I figured it out.”
“Hah?!”
“We need to french kiss.”
“Fa-fa- french?!”
Matsumura crossed his arms, leaning back, “Hmm, yeah. Like, with tongue.”
Nakamura squawked, his heart practically beating out of his chest, “Tongue?! What the hell are you talking about?!”
“Think about it, we need to be experienced! We need to be good,” once more, Matsumura’s finger was pointed at him, “Hirose would be so impressed with it. He’d be like, ‘wow Matsumura, you’re soooooo skilled with your tongue’.”
“He would not say that.”
“And then he would want to kiss all the time, because people in the movies say french kissing is the best!”
Nakamura flinched, thinking back to his BL. He tended to read tamer things, ones that didn’t get as heavy as that, but.. he supposed he has seen tongue kissing in a few of them. Was it really all that great, having your spit slide around each other's mouths?
… Yes, yes it was. The idea of Hirose’s saliva on his tongue made him almost squeal in delight, his face heating up as he put his hands on his cheeks.
“I.. I want to kiss Hirose with tongue.” He giddily muttered to himself, Matsumura looking down at him while he giggled to himself.
His hands were removed from his face, replaced by much colder ones. He glanced up at Matsumura as the other began to lean in, “You won’t be the one kissing him, it’ll obviously be me.”
Nakamura furrowed his brows, knocking his forehead against his, light enough to not hurt but firm enough to notice, “You wish.”
They closed the distance once more, barely bothering with a closed-mouth kiss. It was difficult at first, their teeth bumping into each other or getting their tongues caught between them, but eventually, they figured their way through it.
It was slippery, though sort of sticky. It didn’t taste any particular way, which he was sort of thankful for that Matsumura hadn’t eaten anything since lunch.
Not only was it wet, it was also very warm. He figured it would be, since it’s their mouths after all, but it sort of felt.. nice. Nakamura wondered what it would be like to kiss Hirose this way, to feel their tongues sliding around together, to hear the soft noises he’d make just like Matsumura was.
.. What?
Now that he noticed, Matsumura was making sounds. Not just the odd noises of their spit together, but little hums and sighs. It vibrated against his lips, he felt the air cooling the inside of his mouth with every exhale when they’d part for short moments. Was he enjoying this? Was he thinking about Hirose too?
He supposed it did feel sort of good, actually. The way Matsumura’s tongue slid across the roof of his mouth, it tickled in a good way, like an itch getting scratched. Having tried to think about Hirose, he failed to notice just how good this felt, actually. Surely it’d feel better with Hirose, but right now, this was sort of.. nice.
He let out a content sigh of his own, causing Matsumura to pause his movements.
They parted, drool dribbling between them onto the floor, as Matsumura stared at him.
Before he ruined any sort of peace they had.
“Ew, don’t make those sounds with me.”
Nakamura stared blankly, before his face heated up, his shoulders rising, “Hah?!”
“I don’t want to know it’s you I’m kissing!”
“What the hell are you talking about?!” He headbutted him, hard enough to send him flying backwards, “You’re the one that was making noises first! Ugh, it basically shook my whole mouth!”
Matsumura rubbed at his forehead, squawking in indignation, “What! No I wasn’t, you’re not good enough to make me do that!”
“Clearly I am, you were basically whimpering, just imagine how Hirose’s going to sound when I get to him!”
Nakamura smirked in triumph before being pushed backwards onto the ground. He yelped once his head hit the floor, dizziness falling over him for just a moment before glaring up at Matsumura.
“You won’t! I’m going to be a way better kisser,” he gripped the collar of Nakamura’s uniform, leaning over him, “he’s going to be making those noises with me!”
“So you admit there were noises-” he got cut off by lips crashing into his, more aggressive than before.
He would’ve yelped into it, had his mouth not been immediately occupied by the intrusion of Matsumura once more. All the gentleness of caution flew out the window, now confronted with frustration and jealousy at the tip of their tongues. Nakamura couldn’t stop the noises that were escaping him with every movement of their mouths.
It was so embarrassing.
It was so irritating.
Matsumura clearly got his feelings hurt, and he did feel a little sorry for it. But geez, was this guy trying to drown him or something? Matsumura’s tongue searched every crevice of his mouth, rolling over the roof of his mouth once more, pushing up against it with as much force as a tongue could have.
Nakamura’s body stuttered at it, the itch coming back. Were people usually sensitive on the top of their mouths? Was he weird? It felt so good.
Something was between his legs, almost crushing him by the weight of it the more Matsumura leaned into their kiss, and only then did he realize it was his knee.
Matsumura was practically straddling his leg, his hands having moved from his collar to his face, gripping the sides of his jaw the further he tried to explore with his tongue.
He was so pushy, no way Hirose would like that. He deserved someone softer, gentler, someone who would-
Something sharp stung his lip.
He opened his eyes, once more making eye contact with him. It was intense, the look in Matsumura’s eyes. He seriously needed to close them, they would totally freak Hirose out, and..
“Did you just bite me?”
Matsumura stared down at him, a trail of saliva connecting their lips together, “Do you think Hirose would like that?”
Nakamura shook his head, running his tongue over his own lip, “Uh, probably not.”
“It felt like the right thing to do. What do you think? Maybe I could save it for later once Hirose and I are more used to kissing.”
Sighing, he brought his hand up to cup the side of Matsumura’s jaw, pulling him closer once more, “If you bite him, I’ll seriously kill you. Also,” his grip tightened, “learn to close your fucking eyes!”
They kissed once more, and Nakamura tried to block out the fact he’s the one that pulled him in.
Maybe Hirose would like that though, if Nakamura took control. Though, with this angle, he barely had any. Matsumura basically had him pinned to the floor, and he couldn’t exactly switch the position with just how much bigger he was compared to him.
Trying to ignore the fact it was his rival in front of him, it felt good. He couldn’t wait to try it with Hirose, couldn’t wait to see just how much better it would be with someone he loved.
Hirose’s hands on him, his scent surrounding him, his lips against his, his hair falling onto Nakamura’s forehead, the thoughts swirled around his brain, making him feel like jelly. It was nice, so nice. Hirose was so warm, he was so thorough, he was so..
Nakamura felt his brain short circuit as something hard was pressed against his leg.
He felt himself freeze, no longer moving his mouth against the other, Matsumura’s tongue taking on all the work. Matsumura’s knee between his legs. Matsumura’s..
He opened his eyes, taking notice of how the other finally had his closed, and he chanced a glance downward the best he could. He couldn’t see anything at this angle.
Maybe it wasn’t what he thought. It could be anything! Like, like a cellphone in his pocket, or..
It moved.
Matsumura adjusted his position, and it moved.
Nakamura felt like he was going to scream.
“Hirose..”
He moved his eyes back towards him, feeling the name against his lips. Matsumura was completely gone, kissing him without a single thought in his mind but their mutual crush.
Nakamura should push him off. He should put a stop to this, it was starting to get too real, but then Matsumura leaned in harder, and his knee moved up higher, and- and..
He felt his jaw loosen, realizing he was totally hard!
Matsumura took the opportunity to explore the back of his molars with the more space, after the tension dropped from his jaw in shock, not noticing anything out of the ordinary whatsoever.
He was hard, he was hard and Matsumura’s knee was practically pressed into him there. Not only that, but Matsumura was definitely hard too! It would basically leave an imprint on his thigh if he lifted up, if that was possible. They were kissing, and they were both hard, and Matsumura wasn’t Hirose.
This was bad, this was so bad, he was betraying Hirose. He was having his first kiss, his first shared boner, with someone else!
Matsumura continued to hum and sigh once more, completely off in delusion, “Hirose.. Hirose..”
Nakamura should put a stop to it, he should really stop this, he should-
The knee moved. It didn’t leave, but it moved. And so did the thing poking his thigh. But it didn’t leave.
He could only stare in shock as the other began to move against him, softly grinding down on him. Just how far gone was this guy?!
He should say something, but..
Closing his eyes, he let out a shaky sigh through his nose as the tongue circled back to the roof of his mouth again. It felt so good. If.. if Matsumura could pretend, he could too, right?
Hirose was so warm, he was so good, he was so hard.
He lifted against the knee, moaning against the lips pressed against him.
The kissing became less of that, and more of just breathing into each other's mouths the longer they went. They were absolutely grinding against each other now, the movement of Matsumura causing his knee and thigh to rub against Nakamura in a way that felt like pure bliss.
Their foreheads were pressed together, hard enough to feel like Nakamura’s head was being pushed through the floor. It was so good. Hirose was so forceful.
“Hirose..” Nakamura sighed, Matsumura pausing his movements for a split second. Not long enough for Nakamura to take notice, caught in his own bliss, but enough for himself to realize just how he forgot himself.
Oh god, but it felt so nice.
The speed quickened, and he felt a hand grip his waist, Matsumura practically clenching his nails into the bones of his hip. The hand was too large for it to be Hirose, the fantasy slightly fading away as he tried to stay lost in it. The heat was dizzying, and he felt himself start to shake.
“Ah..” Nakamura stuttered, his hips chasing up against the thigh pressed into him, “Hirose..!”
His hips stuttered upward, before being forced back onto the ground as Matsumura continued rutting against him, moaning into his mouth, “Nakamura… nng..”
Something wet pressed against his own thigh, the rubbing stuttering to a slow stop, as a weight collapsed onto him.
They laid there for a while, catching their breaths.
It was so warm.
Finally, Matsumura lifted himself off of him, adjusting the waistline of his pants as he sat back. Nakamura stared at the ceiling for a moment longer, before going to sit up, the room spinning only slightly at the movement.
“Um..”
The word hung in the air quietly, neither of them quite sure what to make of the situation.
Nakamura closed his mouth, before pausing, “Did you.. say my name?”
Matsumura quickly stood up, the wet spot of his pants coming face to face with him, “Would you look at the time!” He quickly walked past him, almost slamming the bedroom door open, “I’ve gotta go!”
“Wha-” Nakamura tried to get out, unable to finish his sentence as the other ran down the hallway, stumbling down the stairs. He didn’t even have enough time to stand up before the front door slammed closed.
He stared out at the hallway for a moment, before lazily shutting his bedroom door closed, throwing himself back onto the floor.
What the hell just happened.