bakerstreet | The Kissing Booth Meme!

[They're both guys, what's the big deal? But yes, Noiz takes his spot in the middle, casually sending Aoba a glance.]

Hey, what prices were you charging? In case someone comes before you finish? Can I decide my own?

[That they're both guys is the big deal! ... No, come to think of it, this would be way worse with a girl.]

Sure, whatever... As long as you get some money for charity, it's fine.

[Slowly, he frees himself from his pants, nervously looking around to make sure nobody can see him - or at least not that part of him. It feels kind of wrong to talk about charity when he's about to do a thing like this...

But he's come this far, and he's not giving up now. Very carefully, like any wrong step will make a neon sign with "WANKER!" appear over his head, he starts stroking himself.]

[Noiz uses a pen and some paper to start working on a new sign, casually glancing toward Aoba now and then as he listens to the soft sounds of a zipper being lowered, clothing being shifted, erection being freed, that sort of thing. What, Aoba expected him to ignore that? Yeah right.

The one good grace he offers Aoba is that he remains relatively quiet while working on the new sign. Just an obnoxious kissing sound when he finishes and sets it in place.

It's just Aoba's luck that it doesn't take long for a couple customers to show up. Noiz gives them his usual obnoxious composure, takes their money, kisses up while not giving a damn about Aoba being right there in the booth with him, and lets them move on. Once they're gone...]

How's it coming?

[Aoba is going to die. This is the actual end, he's pretty sure. While there's not much for outsiders to see, except seriously flushed cheeks and slightly hitched breathing, that's only part of Aoba's problem. He's started to pump himself pretty steadily by now, wanting to just get it over with, but as hard as he is, the pressure of doing this where everyone might see is too much.]

I... can't...

[He'll never finish, at this rate. Ah, fuck it... No longer caring that Noiz may see, Aoba sits down on the floor of the booth, just a little hunched over, and squeezes his eyes shut as he starts fisting himself again. Pressing his free hand against his mouth, he tries to muffle the sounds he makes.

It's a little easier to let go, now that the whole world isn't watching. All right, Noiz can still see him - but that's better than being seen by everyone! With soft, desperate moans, Aoba finally starts approaching his climax. Any second now... Just a little -...!]

[Noiz does indeed glance over and down to check out the sight of poor Aoba trying to hide himself beneath the counter while he finishes up. Nice view.

Once it looks like the guy's close, Noiz chimes in with the best news ever.]

Hey. Hurry it up. There's a customer who says they'll pay 2000 yen to watch us kiss.

[There is not a single person within five feet of the booth. But Aoba doesn't know that.]

[The longer this goes on and the more desperate Aoba becomes, the easier it is not to think about how Noiz could theoretically be watching him. Noiz is busy with the booth, anyway - he promised to take over from Aoba! - so clearly the odds of him watching are slim to none... right? That's what Aoba wants to believe, anyway, and he just about manages to convince himself.

Until Noiz reminds him of his presence in the worst way possible, at the worst possible time.

Is it just the fact that someone's watching? Is it the fact that Noiz is there - or is it the mental image of them kissing again? Whatever the reason, Aoba was so close already, it's no surprise that his heart pounds, a hard throb running through his whole body, and he comes just a second or two after Noiz finishes speaking. Since Aoba had to gasp for air, his hand is no longer covering his mouth, and he doesn't have the presence of mind to replace it; he's not loud (he's got a lot of experience with keeping his noise down, okay?), but he's vocal all the same, letting out an embarrassingly high-pitched whine of a sound as he spills himself.

... He should have probably considered the mess he'd make before he started this whole thing. He didn't, though, and he's not quite there yet now, either, just trying to catch his breath. That... was unexpectedly intense - but by the time he thinks along those lines, he finally remembers where he is again, face reddening in shame rather than arousal. He can't believe he did this...

Looking up at Noiz, Aoba vaguely thinks there's something he was supposed to respond to, but he honestly doesn't remember what it is. Give him a moment.]

[Oh. Oh, that is nice. Just look at how far gone Aoba is, he doesn't even seem to register Noiz's words. Definitely his money's worth. Waiting until Aoba's released and looks up at him, Noiz raises his brows. Did he hear what he said? It's hard to tell, and Aoba looks too dazed.]

That was a great show. Should have seen the look on your face when you came.

...! This is all your fault, you know!

[None of this would have happened if Noiz hadn't...

... kissed him...

Shit - the kissing booth! Remembering roughly what Noiz said - something about a customer being there for him, anyway - Aoba panics, tucking himself in in a hurry, and generally making a massive mess of himself in the process. Scrambling to his feet, it's only then that he realizes he needs to at least wash his hands, making this whole panic to get ready quickly absolutely pointless. The customer -

isn't there. Wait - did he hear wrong? Noiz said something about a customer, right?]

[It's very difficult not to smirk in amusement at everything, from Aoba's flustered appearance to the way he scrambles to put himself away (messily) to his frantic panic in search of the mystery customer. Yet Noiz somehow manages it.]

Looking for something?

The customer. Who wanted to watch us -...

[Hang on, that can't be right. If Aoba was hiding behind the booth, how could anyone have seen him...? Unless they just saw him before and asked for the guy with the blue hair, but... he already kissed Noiz, just before. Why would anyone pay to see it again?

Something about this is very strange.]

Customer? What customer?

[Deliberate pause.]

Oh. The one I mentioned. That was a joke.

A -...!

[Noiz was just kidding? But why would he do a thing like that? What has it really accomplished, except causing Aoba to make an even bigger fool of himself?!

If the answer's in the question, Aoba still doesn't get it. What's the point in kicking someone who's already down?]

Jokes are supposed to be funny, you brat!

[Noiz shrugs]

Wondered what you'd do if you thought there was one.

Help them, of course! What else would I do?!

[All right, he pretty much failed at that, but... obviously he tried!]

Don't do that kind of thing when I'm... busy!

[Hng, how is he supposed to clean up his mess, anyway?! His socks..? Maybe he could use his socks...]

I'll take over from here.

[Jokers to the right - and out of sight, please.]

So you'd help a customer who'd pay to watch us kiss. I'll keep that in mind.

[Noiz nods, as though the conclusion is strongly rooted in logic considering how easily Aoba gets flustered. He steps away from the counter, leaving it to Aoba.]

When are you done? You owe me a meal, remember.

[That's not what he -...!! But fine, Aoba will shut up if it gets Noiz to leave. He's got a charity to run, here. Ugh, he wishes he could take a break...

Oh right, he did promise Noiz a meal. That said, he's not exactly in the mood to treat him, anymore.]

What if I told you that was a joke, too?

[He says that, but he couldn't bring himself to go back on his promise. He really wishes he could, but he's not that much of a dick.]

[Scoff time.]

I'd say it means your word isn't worth shit then.

[On the one hand, He really did get his money's worth. It's not that big of a deal if he doesn't get the meal. On the other, Noiz is used to manipulation and empty promises.]

[In spite of Noiz being the manipulator here, the accusation still makes Aoba feel kind of bad.]

Lucky for you, then, that I don't share your sense of "humor".

[He really shouldn't feel like he owes Noiz anything, at this point, but... he does. And there's not much he can do about that.]

I'll be here for another hour.

I'll be back in an hour.

[At least Noiz is willing to give him that hour long break from his presence?]

The Kissing Booth Meme!

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