bakerstreet | THE KISSING BOOTH MEME

[ His gaze follows the money and his mind races to weigh the pros and cons. On the one hand: easy money that goes to help his team. On the other hand: does he really want it getting around that he kissed this guy? Miyuki can feel the people watching, the attention of passersby snagged on the odd pair...

And realizes he doesn't care.

This isn't the same as the hickey, which would have gotten him envious bugging and teasing about who his new girlfriend is. This is part of what he's supposed to be doing, what everyone knows he's doing anyway, and while he can see it coming back to him simply because they're two dudes... he can see blowing it off easily. Anyone who cared about it more than that would be the weirdo. ]

Well... I was going to say that's only the rate for girls, but you met the guy's rate anyway.

[ He lifts a brow at Akiyama, considering the other factor of whether he wants to let the guy that close to him again. Whether he really wants to back down instead.

Miyuki's smile tugs into a smirk to match Akiyama's. ]

And dates aren't for sale, by the way. I'm only selling my body here, not my heart.

[ Hey, he may not have wanted to do this crap but he has some humor for his position. Miyuki stays seated, crooking a finger for Akiyama to lean down. ]

C'mere.

[Interesting... he'd really be interested in going forward with the kiss, huh? And with everyone watching, even. Akiyama wasn't sure if such a demand would be enough to break that confidence of Miyuki's or not, but apparently the guy's competitiveness still wont let him back down. The delinquent can't help but give a sly smile.] Is that right? What a tease~...

I guess I'll have to settle for just that. [At this point the small crowd of onlookers is absolutely buzzing with equal parts amazement, curiosity, excitement- and probably some flustered panic, too. The crowd is so shook up by the unexpected sight that Akiyama can't help himself from taking amusement in it all; taking his time by playing up the already-impressive provocativeness within the scene.]

Just don't disappoint me. [The delinquent leans over a bit when prompted, and takes the opportunity to satirically slip his five dollar bill just underneath the top of Miyuki's shirt- letting it stick up out from the boy's collar in the same way you'd expect to see from an erotic dancer ~~(or hooker)~~.] -I'm paying good money for this body, after all...

[The fingers previously tucked within Miyuki's collar move up to trail along the teen's neck; long fingers smoothing up the skin of the baseball prodigy's throat- and notably making contact with the band-aid there along the way. Once he reaches Miyuki's chin he takes hold of it, tilting the other boy's face upwards. Akiyama's gaze drops to glance down at the other boy's lips, and he moves in even closer... closer... until his mouth comes just short of grazing against Miyuki's own... Then he stops.]

I'm feeling generous again, so... I'll leave it up to you. [He begins in a low voice- quiet enough so that only Miyuki can hear. Though Akiyama isn't actually initiating contact beyond the hand holding the athlete's head in place, for all intents and purposes, anyone watching the pair from behind should fully be under the impression that the two are in the midst of sharing a long, heated kiss. And judging by all of the commotion suddenly stirring up around them, it's pretty damn effective.] Do you really wanna keep sitting here like a good boy, or... do you want me to bail you out of your 'duties' for the day?

We don't have forever, so hurry up and choose. [Without elaborating on just how one would make that happen, Akiyama remains close as he waits for Miyuki's answer; eyes staring into the athlete's own through long lashes.]

Stay here, or come with me?

[ The crowd's all a twitter and Miyuki, too, takes some enjoyment from how worked up they are about nothing (?). Though he hears their whispers and can almost even hear their scandalized/envious thoughts, his gaze doesn't waver from Akiyama.

Good thing, or he'd look even more surprised when that bill is tucked into his clothes. It feels like forever as the other boy's fingers take their time sweeping up the length of his neck, and that coupled with the way Akiyama's looking at him, Miyuki could believe he really has just sold himself to him. There's no fight when he tips his head and this close, there's also no hiding the way his eyes widen bit by bit with each centimeter taken between them.

He forgets to stop him. You know, with the other kisses it's been Miyuki doing the kissing, and thus successfully swindling his customers out of any true kisses they may have wanted. A handsome smile, a gentle touch of his hand to cup their face... and a quick kiss on the cheek. Oh, and any additional kisses were double the fee of the last. Yeah, he's managed to make his own fun today.

But right up until Akiyama stops, Miyuki's not sure he actually will. Then he notices the pounding in his chest, the wash of heat under his skin, and the most unnatural thing about it all is the lack of control he feels. Akiyama knows what to say to make him truly tempted to abandon his post. ]

A 'bad boy' offering to steal me away? Keep talking like that and I'll swoon.

[ Miyuki relaxes his shoulders, tilts his head like he's really getting into the kiss, and there's a wolf whistle from the crowd that makes his lips quirk.

It's not like he has much time left here anyway, and he made more than he thought he would... Miyuki's definitely feeling seduced, if only by the chance of escape and the curiosity to know how exactly Akiyama plans to bail him out of here. Though, if he's honest, there are a few other tempting things.

He hums in consideration, before giving finally his answer in a soft whisper. ]

... Go on. Take me.

[Akiyama grins.]

I will. But first... [He dips his free hand behind the kissing booth as he remains close, reaching downward. Before the scandalized crowd had the chance to really panic over just where the Hell Akiyama is reaching- the delinquent suddenly pushes Miyuki back a bit, lifting his wandering hand up from behind the booth to reveal--] ...I'll be taking this. You don't mind, do you, Four-eyes~?

[Akiyama teasingly waves a small drawstring bag in the other teen's face... One that should look pretty familiar to Miyuki, as it apparently holds most (if not all) of the kissing booth earnings for today. Suddenly the crowd gasps.]

"Wai-- what?"

"No, don't take that!"

"Damn, that's messed up..."

"How dare you use him like this??"

[Oooh, people are mad now, huh? And yet despite the uproar, Akiyama just casually slings the bag over his shoulder; going to slipping through the confused crowd to push his way past them. Too intimidated to approach the street-brawler themselves, most simply scurry out of the delinquent's way.]

"Th-this isn't funny, you bully!"

"Somebody stop him..!"

[Akiyama tosses a quick glance back over his shoulder, looking at the baseball prodigy as if to silently say 'Your move'.]

[ His eyes dart down and to the side, as though he might be able to see where Akiyama's reaching. But Miyuki doens't really panic until he's pushed back and — ]

Wh- Oi!

[ He sees his hard-earned money in the delinquent's possession. Not the entirety, as some of it had been collected and stashed elsewhere earlier, but it's a good portion. And that money no longer securely with him is very panic-worthy, with little need to play up how indignant he is at Akiyama's surprise, watching his earnings slipping away through the crowd.

Maybe he's also a little impressed that he managed to surprise him this much in the first place, a little amused that he actually let the other boy talk him into making himself vulnerable when Miyuki should know better.

He sees that challenging look and tries not to smile as he vaults over the booth table. ]

I'll get him, don't worry about it!

[ Please don't follow!! His speed stat's about average (speed is Kuramochi's thing), but the immediate obstacle of the crowd kinda makes that irrelevant at first. They're not half as intimidated by him as Akiyama, but at least they give him some room for his pursuit, even cheering as he goes after the thief and tries not to let him slip out of sight. ]

[Akiyama, being rather swift and fairly nimble to boot- doesn't make it easy on his pursuer, either. Once Miyuki is on he chase, he goes into full speed to distance himself from the concerned crowd; easily hopping a fence and dashing down the sidewalk until he gets to a conveniently-located park nearby. By the time he slows down and gives Miyuki a chance to catch up, Akiyama is huddled over and bracing himself against a tall tree. -Not because he's tired or winded... but because he seriously just can't hold it in any more.]

Snrk-! [The delinquent suddenly bursts into boisterous laughter, doubled-over in near pain as the whole event replays in his mind. He holds his stomach with one hand as the other shakily keeps his weight propped up against the length of the tree, eventually speaking between breaths.] Haha, you.... -you were like....

☆~I'll get him! ☆ Don't worry about it~..! ☆☆

[He mimics the other teen's voice in the sort of overly-dramatic, heroic tone you'd expect to hear from a cartoon superhero, still cracking up as he attempts to catch his breath.]

Ahh, shit... hehe, I almost lost it... [He sniffs and wipes a watery eye. Damn, it's really been a while since Akiyama has been able to get a laugh that good.]

[ Shit, he really doesn't make it easy. Though logically Miyuki knows it'd be best to get far away from the scene and make sure no one follows, if this is to work. It takes him longer but he does find him, cocking a brow at the way the other boy's bent over. It wasn't that far...

Ah. He stares in silence for a second, kinda stunned at the new sound of Akiyama's laughter. Then he turns his head away, let's him have his fun. The guy did just help him escape, after all, and Miyuki as some hero is a funny thought. ]

Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. You were getting pretty hammy with the villain role, too, you know.

[ He's not completely at ease, though, when the money is still slung over Akiyama's back. Miyuki takes a step foward, indicating the bag with a glance before meeting Akiyama's eyes. ]

I'll be taking that back, now.

[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.

[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 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?

[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.]

[ 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...

[ With that high reward being Akiyama's number? Cocky punk.

And "friends" is a strong word — "teammates" would be more accurate. Either way, what Akiyama says is hilarious and Miyuki openly laughs at the thought. ]

Yeah, right! After that back there, they might think you're gonna ~take my virtue~

[ Except not really; most don't believe Miyuki has any virtue. He sobers up a bit, still standing above the bench leaning his hands on the edge of the back with his arms rigid. ]

... Nah, that's not it. It's more like... what trouble you might get me into. But I know better than to do anything stupid.

[ He tilts his head to the side, eyes lingering on Akiyama for a moment, and suddenly pushes off the bench to stand straight. ]

Well! Not that it matters. It'd just be annoying if they get nosy.

THE KISSING BOOTH MEME

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