bakerstreet | THE KISSING BOOTH MEME

[When Akiyama's laughter finally dies down, he looks over at the other teen with a raised brow.] Hm?

Ah, you mean this..? [He slips the bag off of his shoulder, holding it in front of himself for a moment, as if considering his options.]

This money's pretty important to you, huh...

[His gaze flicks back over at Miyuki for another long moment, before coming to a decision.]

...No.

[ Of course.

A few things run through his mind. The first being that Rei-san's not going to be very happy with him if he somehow loses half the money he earned. Then follows the chances he has of either catching Akiyama if the other boy thinks to run again, or forcibly taking it from him. Neither scenario ends well for Miyuki; Akiyama could probably kick his ass into next Sunday.

Which doesn't mean he's going to give up on getting that money back. ]

Very funny. Thanks for the rescue, but that money isn't actually mine to let you have.

[ Miyuki steps even closer, and while he doubts Akiyama will make it that easy, he gives a half-hearted grab for the bag. ]

Someone in my line of work could get in big trouble if they don't bring in the cash. [ Y'know, back to his pimp. ] Are you that heartless?

[Of course Akiyama isn't going to make it that easy for him. He slips the bag back behind himself before the athlete could snatch it and stands with his back to the tree now; casually leaning against it.]

Well, I am playing the villain today, so I might as well be, right?

[He gives Miyuki a sly smile as he steps closer, unfazed and clearly enjoying himself.] Y'know... there's still something you have to do for me, four-eyes.

Aren't you forgetting something?

[ He pauses, tilts his head like he's thinking. ]

... Ahhh. Hah, is that it?

[ He doubts it. But this is fine. Miyuki steps right up into his space, so close his arm can stay bent when he plants a hand on the tree just to the side of Akiyama. His other lifts up to gently brush at some of those long, dark bangs. His fingers tuck the other boy's hair behind his ear before he cups his face, just like he would for a girl. Then Miyuki's leaning in, lips as close as they were for that fake kiss they shared before. ]

Guess you should get what you paid for...

[ Aaaand he veers off to the side, lips skimming Akiyama's cheek briefly before he presses a kiss to it. ]

[Akiyama remains still, and lets him. He lets the slightly taller male sweep his are aside, lets him lean in, and simply huffs out a half-chuckle as he's kissed on the cheek.]

Thanks for that, but I was only talking about saying 'please'. [With the athlete still hovering closely, Akiyama abruptly grasps him by the collar again to pull him even closer, until his own mouth reaches Miyuki's ear. He speaks calmly, breath falling upon the athlete's skin.] However....

I think I just changed my mind. Since you wanna keep being a smart-ass, I want something else now... [Suddenly Akiyama gives a pointed lick up along the outter shell of the other male's ear.] The truth.

Last time, when you had me on my knees... did you think about it?

[ Surprise upon surprise — it's fast enough it feels like his stomach drops when Akiyama yanks him in. His hand abruptly moves from the other boy's face to brace on the tree too, so tempted to push himself away. He'd thought it was alright to be close, as long as he could keep Akiyama here long enough to get the bag from him.

He starts to question that when the guy licks his ear. Miyuki's still too preoccupied trying to catch up to be able to hide it when he inhales sharp, a shiver shooting up his spine. ]

What... ?

[ First it's a What even?? Then it's much more obstinate, Miyuki quite able to guess what Akiyama's getting at once he takes a second to think about it. ]

... Think about what? You'll have to be more specific.

[It's Fugo's turn now to be puzzled. He can tell that Giorno, shamelessly greedy and brilliantly confident, is embarrassed by something. It can't be the kissing or the prospect of kissing, because the entire purpose of this business endeavor is that Giorno wants to collect as many kisses as he can. Could it be something he said? Fugo briefly thinks back on what he said and can't find anything out of the ordinary that would have provoked such a reaction. It doesn't occur to him that it was the compliment because, to him, it's less of a compliment and more a simple statement of fact. Giorno wears chic lip gloss, Giorno has a soft mouth, Giorno's smile is warmer than the sun. All of these are things Giorno has to already know about himself, so why would it be embarrassing to hear it from Fugo?

He doesn't mean to laugh, when Giorno sheepishly explains I was going to say something a lot wittier. He tries, very much, to pull himself together and hold the laughter in by clamping his mouth shut, bowing his head, and dropping the hand fiddling with Giorno's hairline to hold himself up on Giorno's shoulder. His own shoulders shake for a moment and he's almost able to hold it all back, but then he thinks about his own stupid joke about the ethics of them kissing right here, right now and he laughs, breathlessly and helplessly.

Because that's ridiculous. That's absolutely ridiculous that the two of them, who are usually very articulate, are so easily flustered and overwhelmed that they miss the timing of their own jokes.]

What--don't laugh at me!

[He was embarrassed before; he's frowning and flushed now, sitting up straight in his indignance. He was trying to be honest and this is what he gets! And he isn't just embarrassed anymore, either. No, if Fugo's going to laugh at him he'll make him regret it. Nobody laughs at him with impunity.]

[His hand snakes out, fingers wrapping around Fugo's tie and yanking him close. He's still pink in the face, but that danger is back in the edge of his smile, which is close enough that it's nearly a kiss in any case.]

I'm not Trish. But I can do a pretty good impression sometimes. So if you're going to laugh at me, you'll need to be ready for me to be totally honest with you about what I like about you, Fugo, all fundraising aside.

[Akiyama catches that reaction- it'd be impossible not to, with their bodies being so close. He can also hear the surprise in Miyuki's voice and it only causes him to grin before replying, without skipping a beat-] Letting me do it. Using my mouth... you know what I mean, right?

Maybe while it was happening, or after I left... [Akiyama gives a small nip to Miyuki's earlobe with his teeth, then his voice drops to a whisper.] I'm asking if you considered how it'd feel to have me suck you off, if you're still having trouble.

Do you need me to elaborate even more..?

[ At the nip, Miyuki grits his teeth behind his lips. But it's no help in calming the pounding in his chest, no help fighting against the prickling warmth along his skin when Akiyama talks to him like that with his warm breath caressing his skin. ]

... Nah, I get it now. You want the truth?

[ He repositions his hands, moving both to brace lower down the tree and closer to Akiyama's waist as he lets their bodies get dangerously close. ]

It was hard not to when you were so willing.

[ His whispers tease and copy the other boy's own. When he's being held by the collar it's difficult to move too much, but Miyuki tries jerking his head to the side for some distance at the same time as he looks for it in other ways. ]

— Then I thought about how much you like using your teeth! You need a muzzle or something, Vampire-kun?

It's not-- [just you, he means, except it gets lost in another peal of laughter because Giorno's so peeved and that just makes it so much worse. The laughter bubbles out of him and he can barely keep himself upright, until Giorno's hand is on his tie and he's abruptly pulled up and forward and it's sort of a wonder that their foreheads don't clonk together.

Giorno is so close again and he's all sharpness under his softness, incredibly dangerous despite his kiss-smudged lip gloss. The contrast takes his breath away, or at least holds it tight in his chest for a moment until he remembers to push the old air out and pull in the new. It's very hard in moments like this, but he has to remember to keep breathing.]

Ethics, [he finally admits, voice still colored with the promise of laughter. In his effort to resist laughing again or to close the tiny distance between them with their unlucky fourth kiss, he pulls his lower lip between his teeth and tangles his fingers in the fabric of Giorno's jacket before bravely forging on:] I wanted to make you laugh about the ethics of policymakers buying and selling kisses, because it's sort of like money laundering because I work for you. But you surprised me, so I missed my chance.

[Very seriously:] So don't bully me.

[He knows he won't be able to fight back, at all, not when they're face-to-face and he's already so happy. He would probably just fall over and be unable to move for the rest of the afternoon.]

. . . Oh.

[It's a bad precedent to set, letting Fugo get away with laughing at him with no repercussions. Even so, his fingers loosen a little in Fugo's tie, his expression softening--not much, but a bit. He still doesn't like being laughed at, but this is a very Fugo sort of thing, isn't it. Thinking too much about the way to do something, then being tripped up when things don't go according to his script.]

I still really want to bully you. But you're so silly, it's like you just bully yourself. It would be unsporting.

[Also, he's too focused on Fugo's lip caught between his teeth and the feel of fingers in his jacket. When his eyes drift up to meet Fugo's again, he blinks, then pokes him in the shoulder.]

It would have been a prohibitively long list anyway. But I won't always be so nice to you.

[It's pretty warm out, but the heat of the sun doesn't compare the the small bit of heat that spreads throughout Akiyama when Miyuki begins to speak; a heat that is trapped between the athlete's muscular frame and the tree behind him, adding an extra layer of intimacy within an already 'intimate' discussion. But... though he initially gets an answer just as requested, Akiyama blinks as the question is abruptly deflated by Miyuki's following words. With the tension effectively swerved by the other teen's indirect dismissal, the delinquent merely gives a vaguely disappointed frown in response.]

...hnh. [Yeah, alright. He gets it. Uninterested in chasing after uninterested people, the delinquent releases Mikyuki's shirt from his grasp. Despite the kill to his buzz, Akiyama reaches behind himself and bring the bag out for Miyuki to take as agreed. It might not have been an entirely fun answer, but he got his answer after all. He sighs.]

[Bored again.]

Move.

Thanks...

[ Miyuki takes the bag, but it's with less urgency than he would have before. In fact, he's not even looking at it when he does, distracted by Akiyama and his odd reaction instead. He's not entirely sure what to make of it but backs up a step as requested, slinging the bag over a shoulder. ]

... are you pouting?

[Oh. Giorno's looking at his mouth, isn't he, the way he was looking at Giorno's mouth before. That sends a flutter, pleased and embarrassed, from his stomach down to his toes. Giorno doesn't kiss people he doesn't want to, but knowing that and seeing little signs that Giorno enjoys kissing him, specifically, are always so different.

He still doesn't quite know what to make of it, other than watching Giorno look at him like that makes a hard to resist task impossible. So Fugo gives in to the inevitable and kisses Giorno again, once and then twice, so no one has to worry about the number four.]

How gracious of you, Giogio. [He tries to settle his expression into something more stern, but he can't seem to stop smiling. His cheeks hurt from all the smiling he's done today.] But that's not true. You're always nice to me.

[Too nice, some days. But the days where Fugo feels like Giorno's been too kind to him seem to happen less and less, lately.]

[Often misinterpreted to be a distant and/or inexpressive person, it gives Akiyama just a slight moment of pause when the other teen makes him conscious of what face he's making. But rather than denying it or trying to save face, Akiyama merely responds in his usual very Akiyama-like fashion; somehow a mixture of vague nonchalance and blunt honesty.]

...Whose fault is that? Idiot.

[It's not as if he has no sense of embarrassment. Once Miyuki backs away, Akiyama steps over to a nearby bench and takes a seat. It's warm here, so maybe he'll just take a nap.] Anyway, you're free to go.

[The delinquent stretches out long-ways across the park bench and turns with his back facing the other teen.]

[ He doesn't even deny it! Okay, so if Miyuki's got this straight (no pun intended), Akiyama was disappointed over being snubbed. He was pouting at Miyuki's denial of interest in him sucking his dick, because... he wants to suck his dick.

He chuckles under his breath. What a guy...

Taking his time, Miyuki ambles on over behind the bench. Not like he's eager to get back to the booth before his shift's over anyway. ]

Hey.

[ He leans over and folds his arms atop the bench's back, peering down at Akiyama. ]

"Miyuki Kazuya". Use that if you get tired of "Four-Eyes".

[Akiyama cracks an eye open to lazily peer up at the other teen whose name is, apparently, Miyuki Kazuya. Akiyama has two options. Continue sulking upon his bench of salt until he falls asleep- or open himself up to simply acquiring another acquaintance; one who he can still occasionally kill time with when bored, even if their activity with each other starts and ends there.]

.....

[Well. Despite things not going the way Akiyama wanted, it couldn't hurt. The delinquent was looking forward to having a very specific kind of 'fun' with Miyuki and, after being snubbed (for the second time) was feeling pretty turned off. -No, actually, he's still feeling pretty annoyed, and kinda wants to tell the guy to fuck off right now, but... inadvertently, Miyuki has managed to rekindle just a bit of Akiyama's interest. An 'interest' of his, as it turns out, is the simple act of being approached in itself.]

...Give me your phone. [He raises one hand, palm open.]

Yes, maybe you're right.

[ He waits, smiling vaguely down at him. You know, before mouths go near genitals most people exchange names, get to know each other a little first. But maybe he's just being traditional.

Not that he's specifically seeking a blow job later. Regardless, it doesn't seem like Akiyama's a bad guy and even if it's probably a bad idea getting involved with him, he's fun. Miyuki's had fun, with him. It couldn't hurt taking a step toward acquaintanceship.

He takes out his phone and holds it above the other boy. ]

Hm... I would, but... with your record I'm gonna need some collateral.

[ Or Akiyama could just snatch the thing from him. He's just letting him know, he may like him; that's why he bothered giving his name. But with their encounters thus far, he has a healthy amount of distrust for him too. ]

You're annoying! I'm not gonna steal it. [He props himself up and snatches the phone from Miyuki.] And for the record, I've never bullshitted you before.

[But he then takes his own phone out of his pocket anyway. Akiyama opens up Miyuki's phone and types something out in a text box, before handing both phones over to the other teen, to transfer information over as needed.]

I don't know how to make contacts or whatever, so just do it for me. [Upon Miyuki's screen, both his full name- Akiyama Yuuji- and phone number are displayed.]

Anyway, texting is too annoying. If you've got something to say, just call.

Maybe not, but you were pouting pretty hard. How did I know you wouldn't have chucked it across the park?

[ He takes the two phones. Akiyama Yuuji, huh. Maybe he should ask Kuramochi if he knows anything about him later...

Miyuki gets the distinct feeling of dealing with a lazy cat, but does as asked before handing Akiyama his phone back. ]

Texting's more discreet. It's helpful when you're rooming with two other guys.

[ Which Miyuki is, living in the baseball dorms. His house isn't too far away like some of the other guys who were scouted from across the country, but he'd rather live on campus. There's only his workaholic dad back home anyway. ]

Hnh.... Guess you wouldn't know. [He shrugs.] High risk, high reward.

[Akiyama takes his phone back and slips it into the pocket of his loose-fitting jeans, leaning back down again. He raises one hand and physically waves off Miyuki's following words as if to say 'that's not my problem'.]

Then don't be discreet, idiot. [A pause, and then he smirks.] Or are you too worried about what your friends would think about you hanging with me?

Like I'm gonna "corrupt your innocence" or something...

[Well if that isn't the sexiest thing he's seen all day. He grins, lips brushing back against hers and it only lets it linger for just a moment longer before he pulls back just enough to lick over his own lips. Not bad.]

Well, that sort of makes all of this worth it if you ask me.

Edited 2016-08-28 17:54 (UTC)

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