you got popsicle juice all over me !
RELATIONSHIP : MAKOTO SUZUKI X YAMAGISHI KAZUSHI
RATING : TEEN AUDIENCES & UP
"ANNNND... THERE! THERE'S YOUR HALF!" With a wide smile, Yamagishi handed over half the popsicle he just split apart and then stuck his own half right in his mouth. When Makoto took the little wooden stick into his hand, he frowned and pointed.
"Hey! You gave yourself the bigger half!" He grumbled about the unfairness of it for only a moment while his friend smirked before he stuck the cold sweet into his mouth, feeling it scrape against his teeth. It was light green and tasted like melon. It wasn't even his favorite flavor, but was he going to refuse it? No.
"Too bad, so sad." The boy with the chestnut hair hummed after taking the popsicle out of his mouth. He grinned again, which earned him an elbow to the side.
"Asshole..." Yamagishi pouted, not that it had actually hurt him or anything, before he elbowed the other boy right back. They were at the park, sitting side by side on a bench. Despite what they were eating, it wasn't hot out. The temperature was nice, actually. Calm. Pleasant. It was only just now starting to get dark outside, the sun setting above them.
"If it makes you feel any better, you can have the bigger half next time."
With a low 'hmph', Makoto leaned back against the bench and put his hands up behind his head. He let the popsicle sit in his mouth, sucking every now and then while letting it freeze his tongue. It was so cold! Yet, it was also refreshing so he enjoyed it... despite the slight burning sensation it caused. He shut his eyes. For a moment, it was surprisingly quiet. Neither boy said anything. They just sat there. Relishing in the moment.
"This is kinda nice..." Yamagishi spoke up eventually, licking his lips to rid them of any excess popsicle juice.
"But, I also can't help but wonder what everyone else is up to."
"Who knows? I bet Takemichi is with Hina or something."
"Ooh! Or maybe he's with Toman!"
"Yeah... he's probably hanging out with his new, super cool gang friends."
"Well, if I had to pick between you and the Invincible Mikey..." Yamagishi didn't have to finish that sentence. He could feel the other giving him a look and that was enough to make him laugh under his breath, thoughtlessly twisting the popsicle stick back and forth between his thumb and forefinger.
"Yeah? And I'd rather be spending time with a girl but here I am. With you."
"Aw... am I really that bad, Makoto?"
"Am I?" Makoto rose an eyebrow, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. That was definitely going to feel sticky later, thanks to the popsicle juice .
"No... I guess you aren't that bad. You're certainly no Mikey or Draken but you're pretty cool. I guess." He gave a little chuckle and glanced over to see Makoto rolling his eyes. The dark haired boy took a bite of his popsicle, chewing the small, frozen chunk quietly in his mouth. Just thinking about how cold that probably was made Yamagishi shiver. He'd stick to just sucking on his for now.
It got quiet again, but that was probably just because they didn't really have anything to talk about. The only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of popsicle eating. Makoto sunk his teeth into his own to take another bite and as he ate it, he could taste the melon juice on his tongue. He hung one arm along the back of the bench and then took a glance towards his friend, one eye shut. The other boy was holding his popsicle with one hand, casually licking at it now. Just running his tongue along the length of it. It was a completely innocent action. All kids ate popsicles like that, didn't they? So why did Makoto's face feel so... hot? Gah! He turned his head away immediately, biting off an even bigger piece of his own treat as a sort of distraction.
He didn't want to leave any room for argument. Of course he was fine. Nothing was wrong. He just had a dirty mind. That was all. It had nothing to do with Yamagishi himself. His face would have gotten hot no matter who he saw licking that popsicle. Except maybe Takemichi. And maybe Akkun. And maybe Mikey the Invincible. Okay, so maybe seeing Yamagishi do something like that was the reason. But he wasn't gay! He didn't like boys. Definitely not. Another bite of popsicle was taken and he let the cold burn the inside of his mouth. Dammit.
He made the grave mistake of looking over again and this time he saw that Yamagishi's lips were resting right around the tip of the popsicle. He had paused mid-suck to give that small hum of a reply, eyebrows lifted curiously. Makoto lost his train of thought entirely at the sight. Maybe he should take a break from watching all that porn. It was starting to mess with his brain. He was almost turned on at the sight of a guy eating a popsicle! Can you believe it?
With a light huff, the chestnut haired boy moved a foot to lightly kick his friend in the ankle. Not enough to hurt him, but enough to hopefully get his attention.
"Hey! If you have something to say, say it."
A moment of silence passed before Makoto just... blurted something out.
"I'm going to kiss a girl."
Yamagishi gave him a look. He appeared to be mildly irritated but also somewhat confused.
"Why are you telling me this?" Yamagishi rolled his eyes and then shut them, putting a hand behind his head. Meanwhile, the other boy sat up straighter on the bench.
"Because, I'm tired of being some dumb, virgin loser who hasn't even had his first kiss yet! So, I'm going to find a hot girl and kiss her." He grinned, lifting a loosely clenched fist.
"Okay? What does that have to do with me?" Yamagishi sounded bored now, taking a few small bites from his own melon popsicle here and there.
"I'm just... saying it out loud! To solidify my goal... or whatever." No, Makoto Suzuki was saying it out loud because he wanted to banish those pesky gay thoughts he was having. He wanted to stop thinking about Yamagishi's mouth and lips and tongue and instead think about kissing a pretty girl. Yeah. That's what he wanted. To kiss a pretty girl. He was only thinking about Yamagishi like that because he was that desperate. If he kissed a girl, that would solve all his problems.
"You know, considering all the adult films you watch, I'm a little surprised you've never even had your first kiss. Even Takemichi has."
"Don't act like you haven't had your first kiss."
"You're right. I haven't. But, I'm also not desperate to have one like you are."
To be honest, Yamagishi didn't like this topic of discussion. It made his heart race a little bit in his chest. It made his stomach feel funny, too. He crossed his ankles and stared down at his lap, barely eating the popsicle. He just kept it in his mouth. Letting it sit there. Why was Makoto talking about kissing in the first place? Stupid... so stupid. He glanced over at the other boy. Makoto was just staring at him, without much expression. What the hell was he looking at? One of Yamagishi's hands picked at the fabric of his pants in a fidgety manner. His heart was beating louder. Thumping away in his chest. His cheeks were burning. Taking a deep breath, he scraped his teeth along the side of his popsicle before he pulled it away from his mouth and turned his head to look right into his friend's eyes.
Oh shit. What was he thinking? Why would he say something like that? Shit shit shit! Yamagishi's eyes widened. So did Makoto's. Makoto's mouth was also somewhat agape as well and he looked shocked. Very shocked. It wasn't like Yamagishi could blame him for that. At least... Makoto didn't look disgusted. That was his biggest worry. That he'd gross out his best friend and then his best friend would never want to talk to him ever again. The boy cleared his throat and looked away. Then, he offered a light smile.
"I... I was joking. I was making a joke because neither of us has had our first kiss and if we kissed each other then... problem solved! I wasn't being serious!" With an awkward chuckle, Yamagishi scratched the back of his head with one hand and kept his eyes shut tight.
Makoto still didn't say anything. He was at a loss for words. Instead of replying, he just faced forwards on the bench and started to eat the rest of his popsicle. And when it was finally gone, he wiped his mouth again and loudly cleared his throat.
"Maybe if... you weren't a boy..."
"I can't have my first kiss be a guy."
"Nobody would have to know. It's not like I was going to tell anyone anyways.."
"But... you're still a guy. I can't kiss a guy."
"Because..." Makoto's mind blanked. Why not? Usually he'd go on and on about how he hated all men and he liked women and jacked off to women and wanted to kiss women and women women women. Girls girls girls. Yet, his thoughts and mouth weren't in sync so he didn't say anything. He just sat there and stared up at the darkened sky above them. The moon was starting to rise now that the sun was no longer in sight. He looked back at his friend and then took a deep breath.
Yamagishi made a good point. They were both first-kiss virgins and all they had to do was touch lips real quick right now and then that would change. And, no one would have to know they kissed each other. It could be a little secret. Makoto's glanced down at the other boy's lips. He thought for a good few moments about how it would feel to have Yamagishi's mouth pressed up against his own and it turned his face red. He could feel it. Blood rushed through his whole body. His heart beat faster than before. All because he was thinking about some guy's mouth. A mouth that was probably soft and tasted like melon popsicle. For some stupid reason, he kind of really wanted to do it. Not just to have his first kiss but just to... to to to... dammit. He just wanted to kiss him, okay? Was that so wrong?
"Makoto, I was just joking—"
Silence followed and then the dark haired boy sighed loudly, rubbing his face with one hand.
"As long as you look a little girly, I can just pretend you're a girl." Makoto then lifted one hand and, without warning, he pulled out the hair tie that kept the other boy's chestnut bangs up and out of his face. Yamagishi's hair was in his eyes now and it made him chuckle a little bit. After that, he moved his glasses so they were sitting up on his head.
"See? You look a little better now." He teased, giving him a wide smirk. But, that smug expression of his was only to hide his inner panic. Because he was nervous as hell. He was more nervous now than he'd ever been before. Even before a fight he knew he was going to lose.
Yamagishi adjusted his glasses a little and refused to make any eye contact, opting to stare at the other boy's chest instead. He didn't want to eat his popsicle anymore but he didn't know what to do with it because he wasn't thinking straight. So, he just kept on holding it. He was speechless and flustered and wanted to stop this whole thing right now, but it had been his idea. Not to mention, similar to Makoto, he just... wanted to kiss him. Just to see what it was like! It was purely for educational purposes. Nothing else. Really! He took a deep breath and ignored the feeling of his hair in his face, tickling his nose.
"Don't worry! I've seen and read enough porn by now so I'm basically an expert at this sort of thing." Bullshit. The taller boy sunk his teeth into his lower lip, just taking a moment to prepare himself for his first ever kiss (with a boy!).
God. What the hell? Was this really happening? Makoto couldn't believe he actually agreeded to this, but there was no turning back now. That would make him look like a pussy. Taking a deep breath, he dropped his popsicle stick to the ground and then turned his body so it was more towards the other boy's. Yamagishi was now watching him with an unreadable expression, his bangs in his face with his glasses resting against the top of his head. Both of his hands were in his lap, one still holding his own, half-eaten popsicle.
"Hey, Makoto.. we really don't have t—"
"Shh! Just... be quiet, okay?"
Makoto put his hands to the other boy's shoulders and he slowly scooted closer to him on the bench. Now, he could look right down and into his purple eyes. There was a lot less space between them than there had been before. It made the dark haired boy swallow thickly. Especially with how Yamagishi was looking up at him. His cheeks were all red and he could feel his breath every time he exhaled and those eyes. They were just staring at him. It made Makoto tense up just a little bit.
"Dumbass! I said close your eyes. People don't kiss with their eyes open."
So, Yamagishi closed his eyes and that made Makoto feel a whole lot better. The staring had been making him too nervous. Okay. He took a big deep breath and then he shut his own eyes. Here goes nothing. After a moment of hesitation, Makoto leaned in and, very lightly, pressed his mouth to the other boy's. At least he didn't miss! That would have been embarrassing. Initial thoughts? Yamagishi's lips were far softer than he expected. A few seconds passed and then Makoto applied more pressure, so it actually felt like a kiss. That's when his friend started to kiss him back.
Oh God. For some reason that made his stomach feel... funny. Like it was full of butterflies or something. Makoto squeezed his eyes shut tighter and he tilted his head so it was more towards one side. All he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat. It was so loud! Could Yamagishi hear it, too? He tried to ignore that and focus on the kiss. The kiss. They were both too shy to kiss any harder for the time being. So, it was very light. Very innocent. Yamagishi's lips. They really were soft, and they tasted just like melon popsicle. And saliva. Gross.
Yamagishi didn't know what to do with his empty hand. He knew nothing about kissing. Gangs? He knew everything about them. He could talk for hours about Toman or Valhalla. He could draw charts and graphs and diagrams. Kissing, on the other hand? This was all completely new to him. It wasn't bad, though. It made his hands sweaty and his face feel hot and he wanted to be bold and kiss Makoto harder but... but he didn't even know what to do with his hand! He placed it on the other boy's knee. No. That didn't feel right. He pulled it back immediately. After a bit more trial and error, he decided to place it flat against Makoto's lower back so his arm was around him, forcing them to be even closer.
Watching porn made kissing seem hot. This was not hot, Makoto decided. He lifted a hand and he did his best to cup his friend's cheek with it, his thumb barely tracing over the soft skin underneath. Suddenly, he deepened the kiss. The moment he did, he heard Yamagishi give a very quiet "hmm" kind of sound. That was a good noise, right? It had to have been because he wanted to do the same. Make the same sort of noise. Now, it really felt like a kiss. They were really kissing. Yet, it still wasn't hot. It made his body feel hot, but it wasn't a hot kiss. It was too... slobbery. Too wet. It was gross and wet and messy and didn't feel at all how it looked in adult films. Despite that, though, Makoto was... enjoying it.
But, Yamagishi is a boy, right? How can he enjoy kissing a boy? He likes girls! No, wait. Maybe they kiss the exact same. Maybe it doesn't matter. Mouths are all just mouths, aren't they? Shit! Quit thinking so much, dumbass!
Yamagishi is right here in front of you. Just focus on him. It's your first kiss, after all. Enjoy it. Stop thinking. Just kiss. Kiss and kiss and kiss until you can't anymore.
Speaking of "can't anymore", Makoto was running out of air. He was forgetting to breathe out through his nose, like a dumbass. So, he pulled away and he took one quick deep breath before he went right back to kissing his very flustered best friend. He didn't hesitate to kiss harder, this time. He didn't hesitate to be rough. He didn't watch all that porn for nothing! He wasn't going to have a lame first kiss. Besides, he didn't want Yamagishi to think he didn't know what he was doing.
Makoto moved his hands again and this time, he placed them against the back of Yamagishi's neck. His touch was surprisingly gentle and he gave a quiet hum into the other boy's mouth as their lips moved together in that gross, wet, sloppy, yet pleasant way. Kissing may have been gross (he could literally taste his spit!), but it was the good kind of gross. His stomach felt even more fluttery than before and he wanted the boy on the bench next to him to be even closer. He wanted a boy to be even closer? Hah...
Wait! Was this supposed to be a tongue kiss? Was he supposed to put his tongue in Yamagishi's mouth? That sounded even more gross, but he kind of... really wanted to try it. Just to see. Just to feel. Just to experience it at least once in his life, in case he died tomorrow. With a soft exhale out through his nose, the dark haired boy pressed the tip of his tongue right up against his friends lips. Was that how he was supposed to do it? Shit, Makoto hoped he was doing this right. Before he knew it, he felt the other boy's lips part and so, he stuck his tongue right in his mouth. Yep. It was absolutely disgusting just like he thought it'd be.
Yamagishi didn't think they'd ever end up kissing like this. Never in a million years did he think he'd end up with another guy's tongue in his mouth. Especially Makoto's. He wasn't really complaining, though. He was just... completely clueless as to what he was supposed to do. So, he sat there with his mouth open, tongue pressing against the bottom of his mouth, and let the other boy take the lead. Well, Makoto has been doing that the whole time, but still. At some point, he felt the very tip of the other guy's tongue as it just barely brushed up against his own. It was so subtle. So light. Yet, it made his body give a little shudder.
Ah, shit! He didn't mean to do that! Make that... that noise. He hadn't been able to control himself. It just came out! He gripped the back of Makoto's shirt a little tighter and tried to kiss back with more force on his own part, all while his face was burning again. Or maybe it had never stopped. He could have been blushing this whole time for all he knew.
Was... was that a...? Makoto had heard a lot of sexual noises in his life, which shouldn't come as a surprise all things considering. Yet, hearing something like that in real life rather than in some porn video? It almost caused him to slip up. It almost made him pull away, just because it had come as such a surprise. It made his stomach tighten and he absolutely hated that he wanted to hear it again. If his heart wasn't racing before, it sure was now. He breathed out through his nose and put one hand to Yamagishi's chin, holding it with his thumb and forefinger as he kept up the kiss. He had no idea how to kiss with tongue, to be honest, but that wasn't going to stop him from doing it. He moved his tongue this way and that way, starting to feel saliva run down his own chin. Gross. The good kind of gross, though, that made him want to do this forever.
Yamagishi, as much as he was enjoying whatever the hell this was, really needed to breathe. So, he let go of Makoto's shirt and finally pulled back from their very messy kiss. He was barely able to take a deep breath before he felt fingers in his hair. A soft "wait" was mumbled by the other boy and before he knew it, he was being kissed again. In comparison to the previous one, this one was much lighter. There was no tongue or anything like that. Just Makoto's lips smushed against his own. All he was able to do was sit there, eyes widened in slight shock.
Makoto had no idea what he was thinking when he kissed him again. It was supposed to be over. Though, maybe that was why. Maybe he didn't really... want it to be over yet. Just a little longer. Just a few more seconds. That's why he had grabbed Yamagishi so quickly and let their lips meet again. Just so he could savor this moment. So it was engraved in his memory and he'd never be able to forget about it. He put his other hand against the bench and leaned as close as he could. His friend wasn't kissing back but it was okay. It wasn't a long kiss. It was over just seconds after it had started.
When Makoto pulled back, his eyes opened slowly and he finally got to see the expression the other teen was making. He looked so surprised and flustered and his glasses had half fallen back into his face, partially fogged up. It took Makoto a moment before his own face turned a dark red color. Everything he just did came crashing back down on him. Shit. He couldn't believe this. He couldn't believe he'd actually gone and kissed — was made out a better term for it? — his best friend. Kazushi Yamagishi. A guy! Panting and trying to catch his own breath, he put a hand to his mouth and leaned away from the other boy. He could still taste him. All that gross, wet saliva and melon popsicle juice...
Speaking of popsicle, Yamagishi was still holding his. Well, what was left of it. Most of it had melted off the stick by now. Some was on the bench in between them but a lot of it... well, it got on Makoto's pants. Yamagishi was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand when he noticed the melty green mess. He couldn't help but snicker. A snicker that turned into a light, breathless laugh. He laughed out loud and threw the rest of his popsicle down into the grass.
"What? What's... what's so funny?"
"Your pants..." Yamagishi gave a little smirk, taking a big deep breath as he fixed his glasses. He then found the hair tie from before and he started to tie his bangs up and out of his face.
"My pa— huh? What the hell?! Hey, stop laughing! Look what you did! You got popsicle juice all over me!" The dark haired boy was grumbling loudly, pointing a finger. To be honest, he was surprised he hadn't noticed the mess until now. Had he not felt the cold? The wet? Or maybe he had been so into the whole kissing thing that everything else just... ceased existing. For only a moment. "Gross..." He used a hand to knock a big chunk of the popsicle off of his leg and onto the ground. The rest was just juice that was already absorbing into the fabric of his pants. There wasn't much he could do about that.
Despite the popsicle mess, the sound of Yamagishi's dying laughter made him smile to himself. He shook his head before he looked up at his friend. His friend who was looking right back at him. For a moment, there was silence. An almost awkward, uncomfortable silence. Because what do you say to a guy after just having had your tongue in his mouth? Makoto cleared his throat and put a hand up to the back of his head. He spoke up first.
"I guess that means we've both had..."
"You're not gonna tell anyone, right?"
"I won't tell if you won't."
Makoto glanced away, sitting forwards and upright on the bench again. He placed his hands in his lap, looking down at them.
"You might not be a girl but..."
"But I..." His teeth sunk into his lower lip as he tried to think of the best way to put his thoughts into words. Yamagishi was staring right at him now, even going so far as to lean in a little closer to get a better look at the other guy's face.
"But I liked it, okay? Jeez..."
Yamagishi blinked and then he smiled faintly, giving the other boy's shoulder a bit of a nudge so he'd look over and meet his gaze. Then, when he had Makoto's undivided attention, his small smile grew into more of a grin.
I liked it, too. That's what Kazushi Yamagishi said and just those four, simple words were enough to leave the taller of the pair momentarily speechless. He took a deep breath and put a hand to one of his cheeks. It was warm to the touch. Then Makoto Suzuki stood up and he took a few steps forwards and away from the bench, hands stuck down into his pockets. "Good." From the corner of an eye, he glanced back at the boy still on the bench. "And you better not forget that." Such a statement made Yamagishi chuckle under his breath.
"Don't worry... I wasn't planning on forgetting it."
