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📗 Crush Gear Turbo | A Small Strategy
SFW | 700+ words | Marume Claude/Jin Kyousuke
Like a fool, Kyousuke got his hair cut, then covered it up with his hat. Sunlight was after all beating down on him out of doors and baking the brain cells under his scalp.
Those that had survived since he started going out with Claude, that is.
Kyousuke was being stupid. But no way was he going to mess up. What he was about to do was no walk in the park, even if that was what he was literally doing with Claude.
They were holding hands, with Claude ignoring Kyousuke's palm getting sweaty and not just from doing a bit of exercise. To get to that stage of physical intimacy took about a month of dating, which baffled Kyousuke, who thought that with the closeness between them that they'd progress at the pace of their Crush Gear matches in the ring.
First round to hold hands, the next round to have their first kiss and for the final round…
Under the brim of his hat, Kyousuke winced, slamming the brakes on his thoughts before he'd overheat.
Claude squeezed his hand. Just when Kyousuke thought he had noticed the intrusion of wild ideas into Kyousuke’s head, all he did was pause to turn Kyousuke’s attention to a squirrel climbing up a tree. Kyousuke stared at it and murmured a meaningless comment as he tugged at Claude's hand to continue their aimless walk.
The strides of Claude's long legs were shortened to match Kyousuke's pace. Claude was the one expending less energy, yet it was he who picked out the spot where he suggested that they sit and rest on a bench near a vending machine.
Kyousuke sank down on his seat with a loud exhale of his breath. He appeared absolutely bushed, driving Claude to rush off to get drinks for Kyousuke and himself.
But actually, Kyousuke was gearing up for action. It was do or die. They'd continue at a snail's pace with Kyousuke leaving Claude to take the lead, and there should be no harm in Kyousuke getting ahead of him. As the can drinks Claude bought clanked to the bottom of the vending machine, Kyousuke took off his hat and folded it in his lap.
Yes, he had imagined himself to be hatless, in the scenario with Claude sitting next to him as he was doing in real life.
"Here," Claude said, holding out a cold can. "There's tomato juice."
"Oh, thanks."
"No proble–"
Without waiting for Claude to finish speaking, Kyousuke leaned in to press their mouths together. Sealing Claude's lips with his own and setting off a small explosion within himself.
When going for it, Kyousuke had shut his eyes. He reopened them to find Claude staring back at him, dazed and stunned.
A terrifying possibility struck Kyousuke – he might have forgotten to brush his teeth. All he could recall of his earlier activities was the work that he had put aside; the genius giving way to the hormonal young man.
He tore himself away from Claude, snatched up the can of tomato juice and downed a mouthful to cover up whatever his breath smelled like.
"Kyousuke, one more."
In a rather forceful manner, Claude plunked down his can drink against the bench's backrest. Then he scooted closer, put his hand on Kyousuke's shoulder and took Kyousuke's second kiss.
Another part of Kyosuke exploded. Or rather melted. He almost let go of the tomato juice clutched in his fingers.
As for Claude, he looked a lot better after taking the role of the aggressor. The ends of his lips were turned up into a smile and a faint blush coloured his cheeks.
Kyousuke smiled back at him. "As good as that was, I was the one who kissed you first."
"Yes. Did you really want to?"
"No doubt. And how was I going to do it if we weren't both sitting down?"
An unwelcome image flashed across Kyousuke's mind, of himself clambering onto a chair near Claude standing upright, just to be taller than Claude and take aim at his beautiful lips.
Claude chuckled, as if Kyousuke’s thoughts were crystal clear to him.
All Kyousuke could do was snort and kiss Claude again. He pressed his lips harder than before and was rewarded with Claude kissing him back.
Claude pulled back to say, "Your breath smells like tomato juice."
"Well, deal with it!"
"I like it!"
It didn't matter whether Claude meant what he said, for he couldn't talk, not with Kyousuke taking more kisses from his lips and his every word and breath.
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What Kyousuke got to do to kiss Claude first.
Like a fool, Kyousuke got his hair cut, then covered it up with his hat. Sunlight was after all beating down on him out of doors and baking the brain cells under his scalp.
Those that had survived since he started going out with Claude, that is.
Kyousuke was being stupid. But no way was he going to mess up. What he was about to do was no walk in the park, even if that was what he was literally doing with Claude.
They were holding hands, with Claude ignoring Kyousuke's palm getting sweaty and not just from doing a bit of exercise. To get to that stage of physical intimacy took about a month of dating, which baffled Kyousuke, who thought that with the closeness between them that they'd progress at the pace of their Crush Gear matches in the ring.
First round to hold hands, the next round to have their first kiss and for the final round…
Under the brim of his hat, Kyousuke winced, slamming the brakes on his thoughts before he'd overheat.
Claude squeezed his hand. Just when Kyousuke thought he had noticed the intrusion of wild ideas into Kyousuke’s head, all he did was pause to turn Kyousuke’s attention to a squirrel climbing up a tree. Kyousuke stared at it and murmured a meaningless comment as he tugged at Claude's hand to continue their aimless walk.
The strides of Claude's long legs were shortened to match Kyousuke's pace. Claude was the one expending less energy, yet it was he who picked out the spot where he suggested that they sit and rest on a bench near a vending machine.
Kyousuke sank down on his seat with a loud exhale of his breath. He appeared absolutely bushed, driving Claude to rush off to get drinks for Kyousuke and himself.
But actually, Kyousuke was gearing up for action. It was do or die. They'd continue at a snail's pace with Kyousuke leaving Claude to take the lead, and there should be no harm in Kyousuke getting ahead of him. As the can drinks Claude bought clanked to the bottom of the vending machine, Kyousuke took off his hat and folded it in his lap.
Yes, he had imagined himself to be hatless, in the scenario with Claude sitting next to him as he was doing in real life.
"Here," Claude said, holding out a cold can. "There's tomato juice."
"Oh, thanks."
"No proble–"
Without waiting for Claude to finish speaking, Kyousuke leaned in to press their mouths together. Sealing Claude's lips with his own and setting off a small explosion within himself.
When going for it, Kyousuke had shut his eyes. He reopened them to find Claude staring back at him, dazed and stunned.
A terrifying possibility struck Kyousuke – he might have forgotten to brush his teeth. All he could recall of his earlier activities was the work that he had put aside; the genius giving way to the hormonal young man.
He tore himself away from Claude, snatched up the can of tomato juice and downed a mouthful to cover up whatever his breath smelled like.
"Kyousuke, one more."
In a rather forceful manner, Claude plunked down his can drink against the bench's backrest. Then he scooted closer, put his hand on Kyousuke's shoulder and took Kyousuke's second kiss.
Another part of Kyosuke exploded. Or rather melted. He almost let go of the tomato juice clutched in his fingers.
As for Claude, he looked a lot better after taking the role of the aggressor. The ends of his lips were turned up into a smile and a faint blush coloured his cheeks.
Kyousuke smiled back at him. "As good as that was, I was the one who kissed you first."
"Yes. Did you really want to?"
"No doubt. And how was I going to do it if we weren't both sitting down?"
An unwelcome image flashed across Kyousuke's mind, of himself clambering onto a chair near Claude standing upright, just to be taller than Claude and take aim at his beautiful lips.
Claude chuckled, as if Kyousuke’s thoughts were crystal clear to him.
All Kyousuke could do was snort and kiss Claude again. He pressed his lips harder than before and was rewarded with Claude kissing him back.
Claude pulled back to say, "Your breath smells like tomato juice."
"Well, deal with it!"
"I like it!"
It didn't matter whether Claude meant what he said, for he couldn't talk, not with Kyousuke taking more kisses from his lips and his every word and breath.
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