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“…Win.” Ken muttered from between his hands. Jiji froze and yelped; “Huh?! What’s wrong?!”
“You can’t just half say that you win!” Jiji came up from behind and flailed his hands around.
Ken swallowed, flushed to his core, and replied, “It’s just… Miss Ayase and I, we— we…” He trailed off.
“Heh, Y’all what? Kissed? Puh-lease,” Jiji grinned teasingly and poked his shoulder. Ken flushed redder and pressed his now shaking hands more firmly to his face. “There’s no w— wait. I was just messing with you, what’s with,” He gestured to Ken’s everything, “this?”
“It’s j-just… We, we did..!” Ken squeaked.
“We— kissed.” He whispered into the deafening silence.
“…So there. I win.”
Jiji opened and closed his mouth unblinkingly, then blinked. “What,” Ken peeked out from his fingers, “when? How? Why?” Jiji looked more confused than anything, besides flustered.
Ken removed his hands from his face, growing more confidence to peer up at Jiji properly. “W-Well… At school! I wasn’t looking where I was going, and we accidentally bumped into each other in the hallway, and kissed— For only a split second though!” He bit his cheek.
“Oh, Phew, I thought you meant, like, an actual kiss. That hardly counts!” Jiji exhaled and placed a hand on his own chest, deflating playfully.
“Wha— Hey! It does too!” Ken huffed. His heart was pounding so fast he could hear it. Why is this so embarrassing? Pull yourself together, Ken! He thought dizzily. Taro professed his love so easily, and here he is, acting: shy, dumb, and awkward! And he’s not even saying it to Miss Ayase! Really sweaty too, now that he’s noticing it.
He shook himself out of it, and stood up straight. “But fine, I’ll bite. Why wouldn’t it count?” His brows furrowed.
Jiji brought a hand to his chin, and took a moment to ponder his next words.
“…Well, ‘cause you probably can’t exactly remember what her lips felt like, right?” He threw up a peace sign and stuck his tongue out smugly. “That’s how you determine what a proper kiss is. Your guys’ lips just touched, and that was it.”
“Oh…” Ken was dumbfounded. Yeah, he supposes that makes sense, but remembering what their lips felt like? Jiji can probably remember a lot of girls’ lips. He’s handsome, and his arms are… He’s built, that’s for sure. Ken clenches his fist to dissuade the mess of feelings that came with that thought, and to not question why his heart beat a little faster. Ken is less than a twig compared to him!
But it dawns on him just then: He’s probably bad at kissing. His fault for nobody wanting to be friends with him, he’s never kissed anyone ever! Not that that’s a friend activity… Probably.
And what if, when he confesses his love to Miss Ayase, she accepts and wants to kiss?! Or eventually wants to, as his— He nearly keels over thinking about it. But then, they kiss… and she thinks he’s so bad, that she’d never want to date a terrible kisser like him, and immediately dumps him!
Jiji bends down to where they’re at the same height. “Hey, Okarun, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to upset you.” He says, scratching his cheek sheepishly with his eyes diverted to the ground.
“Huh? Oh, no, I’m not upset.” Ken shakes his head. “Why? Why would you think that?”
“You look it! Like you smelled a fart… My fart.” Jiji smiles curiously at him.
Ken can’t help it, he cracks a small grin. “Gross.” He says back. Well, Jiji’s nice, he can probably confide in him and count on him not to tell anyone, and especially not Miss Ayase, about his little… issue. And if Jiji ends up telling everyone: then, damn.
“I just. I was thinking about what you just said, and then I realized that, I’m probably…” Ken brings a hand up to tug at his curls nervously. “really bad at kissing. Because I haven’t had my first kiss.” He clears his throat and remembers to tack on, “Yet.”
Jiji hums. “Why don’t you practice with your hand? Or like, a mirror?”
“Uh— no, that’s weird. Also! A hand can’t tell you if you’re doing something right, or wrong.” Ken adjusts his glasses, bemused and a little hopeless. Real helpful, Jiji…
“Wait—“ His eyebrows raise. “Did you ever use your hand, or a mirror, to practice kissing?” His eyes crinkle mirthfully.
“Pfft, no. I’ve heard about people doing it before, though. I just figured maybe it’d be helpful for you. But; you’re right! A hand can’t give feedback. So…” Jiji bites his lip thoughtfully. “Hmm…”
“Aha! I got it! Why don’t I show you how it’s done?” Jiji pumps his fist in the air, and beams at Ken.
Ken’s jaw drops.
“WHAT?!” He screeches.
“What… are you even saying?! You— kiss?! Me?!”
Jiji now has the audacity to look bashful, fidgeting with the ends of his shirt. “I— I mean I can give feedback! As a person! So… it just seemed most logical to, offer. And you know, I wouldn’t mind, Okarun.” He chuckles, breathy and small. “We’re friends after all, right?”
Ken’s speechless.
Now Ken looks weird for making a big deal of it! But, isn’t kissing only for couples, or, people who like each other? But then again, Jiji doesn’t seem to think that, or care really. So, it probably doesn’t mean anything! He’s just being helpful! And they’re both guys too, so, so, so, It wouldn’t be crazy to practice just a little, right?
Oh, what the hell, sure. He’s decided. “Um, right, yeah. Okay then, yeah, yeah. Let’s… Let’s. Yeah.” Ken nods, hyping himself up for it. It’s just practicing. It’s not crazy. He reassures himself.
When Ken shifts his gaze back to Jiji, he blushes at the expression he’s wearing; A warm, gooey smile, all for Ken Takakura. It eases his anxieties just a tad for what they’re about to do.
Jiji’s… really kind. He finds himself thinking that, maybe, he wouldn’t mind all too much if Miss Ayase liked Jiji back, ‘cause he knows she’d be in good hands. He hardly knows Jiji, yet he—
Ken’s yanked straight back to reality to acknowledge the space between them. Jiji is still bent down to his height, not close enough to kiss, but to hug. He’d eventually have to get closer to k… His train of thought escapes him in a haste.
Jiji is suddenly much closer, and not as bent, he’s, Ken gulps, he’s nearly towering. How unexpectedly difficult it is to breathe… He points out to himself, halfway delirious.
Jiji cups Ken’s face with slightly sweaty palms. His eyes now half-lidded with flushed cheeks; radiating heat.
Ken blinks, while the world fades into the background. He can hardly hear the birds chirping, like everything but him and Jiji are all miles and miles away.
“Hey… Okarun. Relax a little, yeah?” Jiji murmurs while gently swiping a thumb over Ken’s cheekbone. “Good kisses aren’t tense.” He glides the same hand to his chin, and holds it steady. “There you go.”
“Now… close your eyes; whenever you’re about to kiss them, you close your eyes.” Jiji closes his own, so Ken follows suit.
Ken can now feel Jiji’s breath on his mouth, “I’ll guide you through it…” He whispers reassuringly.
Then finally, he slots their lips together. Electrified, Ken freezes. Until Jiji moves. Soft lips slowly sweeping against his for a few seconds, Indescribably pleasant.
Jiji pulls away a bit to mumble through his lips, hushed and a bit distractedly, “Copy what I’m doing.” He leans back in eagerly, far less hesitant than before.
Lips brush again, and Ken tries to replicate it. Moments pass by, time runs away from him, he loses himself in it.
Breathing heavily through his nose, Jiji brushes harder with each kiss. It smacks noisily in the air. Everything feels hot, Ken’s body swaying, trembling. He blindly reaches out and grips Jiji’s shirt to help stay foot. Kissing feels so good.
Jiji starts talking between kisses. He says something about showing Ken something else and blah blah blah. So Ken nods throughout unthinkingly, pliant, ready for anything more, if it all feels like this: Toe curling and mind numbing. Jiji. Jiji. Jiji. His heart chants.
Something wet traces Ken’s lips, and he gasps. It breaks his mindlessness, and he quickly deduces that it’s Jiji’s tongue. His insides are lit even harder ablaze. Holy shit, they’re kissing. And Jiji’s using his tongue..! It nudges to try and part Ken’s lips.
He remembers now, through the daze he’s in. He wants… to learn,
for Miss Ayase. He thinks, and allows Jiji’s tongue to fully nudge it’s way into his mouth.
“Nngh..” It slips out, and Ken squeezes his eyes tighter in embarrassment. Jiji only wraps his hand in Ken’s hair to bring them even closer together.
His tongue pets Ken’s gently, slowing down so Ken can get used to it. He feels more than used to it, he’s floating. Jiji’s slick easing the only thing keeping him tethered. “Jiji… Mmnf—gh..”
It progresses faster. Swirling tongues twining against each other, with Ken’s sloppily trying to keep up. Drool escapes the corner of his mouth. So, so good.
Ken staggers into Jiji, Harder to keep upright despite his grip. And Jiji doesn’t expect this whatsoever, so he yelps, eyes wide, and they go tumbling, tumbling down.
Jiji falls flat on his back against the dirt, panting. Ken lands right in his lap, pushing an “uff!” out of him.
Jiji opens his mouth to say something, but pauses once his eyes reach Ken’s. He’s staring.
So, Ken fixes his glasses and resolves to speak instead, if Jiji isn’t gonna.
“I want to practice more, Jiji.”
Jiji looks stunned. Face completely red, pupils dilated; He’s disheveled.
Emboldened by no signs to stop, Ken creeps a hand up Jiji’s chest. He slowly crawls forward, other hand scraping slightly against dirt, eyes all on Jiji.
He’s closer, so he brings that same hand from his chest, up to his neck, and to the curve of his cheek. He cups it the very same way Jiji did his, and leans back in, eyes fluttering closed.