SK8TEMBER'21 SERIES

Are you jealous?

It was a Saturday afternoon when Kaoru decided he would drag Kojiro with him to a punk club.

"Come on, that band that I really like is gonna be playing. Pleaaase." Kaoru pleaded, hugging Kojiro's arm and looking at him with puppy eyes.

And Kojiro didn't know how to say no to him. Sighing, Kojiro untangled his arm from Kaoru's grip.

"Okay, Pinky, I'll come."

Kaoru pumped his fist to the sky in a victorious way.

"And I'm gonna put eyeliner on you." Kaoru said, somehow sounding menacing.

Kojiro was already regretting his decision.

After dining, they headed to the club. Kojiro dressed with a black plain t-shirt, dark jeans and combat boots. On the other hand, Kaoru was dressed with a band t-shirt —probably the band they were gonna see, Kojiro thought—, ripped black pants, and platform boots.

And true to his threat, Kaoru had done Kojiro's eyeliner. It really suited him in Kaoru's opinion, giving to his garnet gaze a lot more intensity. Kaoru had done his eyeliner too, adding black eyeshadow to make his golden gaze to incredibly pop out.

As soon as they got inside, Kojiro put his hands on Kaoru's waist on instinct, the place was crowded to the tops, and Kaoru was feeling really pleased to see how fast Kojiro's protector side had come to the surface.

It was nice not to be the clingiest one for once.

Kaoru tried to get them as close to the stage as he could. Kojiro tightened his hold on Kaoru's waist, getting him pressed to his chest. Kaoru was trying very, very hard to ignore the feeling that was spreading his whole body at the sensation of Kojiro's crotch pressed so intently at his back. He could grind against him just to tease him; just to piss him out. But he definitely knew that was gonna be a double-edged sword to him, and he wasn't gonna risk it. Not for now at least.

The show started and Kaoru put his whole focus in the band, forgetting for a second how much the grip on his hips was affecting him. Kojiro perched his chin on Kaoru's shoulder, feeling momentarily dizzy with Kaoru's fragrance. The band was good, even if Kojiro wasn't the biggest fan of punk rock, he couldn't deny their talent. And Kaoru was enjoying it a lot, so it was a win-win situation for the both of them.

After the show was over, part of the crowd migrated to the bar, and some others settled on the dance floor to keep partying with the blasting music of the club.

They both went to get a drink. Kojiro was baffled by the fact that the waitress hadn't asked for their ID's, assuming they weren't minors. Kaoru smiled smugly, sipping at his drink. Of course Kaoru always got what he wanted, who could deny anything to that pretty face? Kojiro, at least, was incapable.

They went to the dance floor and Kaoru's body melted with the music. Kojiro didn't know how someone could dance to the punk rock beat, but apparently, Kaoru was showing him exactly how to do it. He was so transfixed at Kaoru's moves that he didn't realize how a lot of people were eating Kaoru with their eyes. Kojiro wasn't the jealous type... okay, maybe he was a little bit jealous, and perhaps he didn't have the right to claim his best friend as if he was his boyfriend, but that didn't back down Kojiro in the least to press himself at Kaoru's back, encircling his waist in a possessive way.

Kaoru tilted his head to the side to look at Kojiro, resting it on Kojiro's shoulder and feeling really, really pleased with how someway his best friend was trying to claim him.

He loved to see Kojiro's jealous side.

"You wanna have another drink?" Kaoru asked, half shouting in his ear. Kojiro shook his head, giving him his empty glass so he could return it. "Okay, I'll be right back!" Kojiro had to reluctantly release his hold on his best friend's waist so he could go to the bar.

While Kaoru was grabbing his second drink, Kojiro fished his phone out, looking at the pictures they'd shared on Instagram before they headed to the club. They looked hot, Kojiro couldn't deny it, and if he allowed himself to daydream for a moment, they looked like a really hot couple.

Kojiro realized Kaoru was taking his sweet time to come back, and he gazed at the bar in search of his best friend. He found him. Kaoru was halfway to where they were, a guy was too close to him for Kojiro's taste, grabbing Kaoru by the arm, and as soon as his gaze found Kojiro's, he knew his best friend was asking for help.

Kaoru normally would butt head anyone that was pissing him out. But he was really fond of that club, and Kaoru didn't want to be kicked out of the place, so he always tried to be as polite with everyone here as he could.

In two long strides he was again by Kaoru's side, positioning himself at his back, gripping his hips possessively and looking at the guy with his hardest and most threatening gaze.

"Hey, babe, I was looking for you." Kaoru said, sounding hella relieved. For good measure, Kojiro kissed Kaoru's neck, never breaking eye contact with the guy, trying to make a clear point so he would finally back off.

It was hard to hear it with the blasting music, but Kojiro could swear that he had heard Kaoru moan at his kiss. He gripped him harder without noticing it, and Kaoru pressed himself to his chest immediately.

"Oh, I didn't notice you were here with your boyfriend." the guy said, looking cautiously at Kojiro.

"Really? Not even the three times I had said to leave me the fuck out alone or my boyfriend would come to punch you?" Kaoru asked, his voice filled with annoyance and smugness at the same time.

Kojiro simled, how good it felt to be called boyfriend by Kaoru.

"Yeah... I thought it was a lie." he tried to excuse himself.

"It wasn't. So leave my boyfriend alone before I beat the shit out of you." Kojiro threatened. It was a lie. But he loved to see the guy's terrified face before he ran out.

Kojiro sighed in relief, Kaoru chuckled.

Kaoru turned on their embrace so he could face Kojiro, hooking his arms on his neck. Kojiro shamelessly attracted Kaoru to him, pressing them impossible close.

They looked at each other intently, Kojiro locked his gaze on Kaoru's lips, and Kaoru bit on his lip, caging his lip piercing between his teeth. The tension between them was increasing rapidly.

"Thank you." Kaoru finally said. Suddenly, he smiled smugly, and Kojiro knew he wasn't gonna like what Kaoru was about to say. "You were jealous, weren't you?"

Fuck.

But perhaps...

"And what about it?" Kojiro dared to say, lifting his gaze so he could lock his eyes with Kaoru's.

Kaoru's smile widened, savoring his victory. His lips approached Kojiro's ear.

"Maybe I liked it." and to make his point clear, he kissed Kojiro's neck softly, descending slowly to his collarbone.

Kojiro sucked on a breath, groaning at the pleasing sensation. He was gonna be the end of him.

"Fuck." Kojiro moaned when he felt Kaoru's teeth biting his neck, lifting his hips and grinding against Kaoru.

Kaoru suddenly felt like he was made of jelly, unintentionally dropping his drink to the floor.

"Come here." Kojiro urged, grabbing Kaoru's face and smashing their lips together. Kaoru gasped, kissing him back with the same urgency. His hands gripping on Kojiro's hair, tangling his fingers on the green strands. Kojiro's mouth traveled to Kaoru's neck, making him moan while he marked him.

They felt grateful for the music covering their gasps and moans.

"If I'd known that the only thing I needed to make you kiss me like that was making you jealous, I would have done it sooner." Kaoru said smugly, feeling confidently.

Kojiro bite his neck again just to spite him.

"Yeah? The next time you try to make me jealous I'm gonna fuck the hell out of you." Kojiro said, grabbing Kaoru's ass with his whole hands, pressing their hips together.

Kaoru moaned and his gaze darkened.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" he asked, voice full of lust.

"You only have one way to know it." Kojiro answered with a wide, seductive grin.

And Kaoru was very eager to discover it.