Koisuru Boukun One-Shots

A New Years Resolve

(A/N: Heavily westernized story! You have been warned!)

~ AU ~

      "All right! All right." Yamaguchi projected his voice, clapping his hands to gain everyone's attention. It was his annual New Years party and he'd invited everyone from his high school classes to attend. "O-ke-i! I believe everyone is here, so just to let everyone know, the bathroom is through the hallway and under the staircase and the kitchen—which is where all the food and drinks are—are just a little past the bathroom. Feel free to roam the house, just don't break anything!" He cheered and continued on with the party.
       Most people had congregated within the living room and pleasantly shared talk and gossip. Girls flirted with boys, boys flirted with girls, girls flirted with girls, and boys flirted with boys, everyone was flirting with each other; aside from two people in the room who preferred to keep to themselves.
       A pleasant atmosphere set over the place as melodic laughter wafted through the house and jovial music thrummed through people's hearts. Scented candles, left over from the holidays, filled the rooms with the smell of pine and firewood.
       People—mainly high school students—were still arriving and showing up the party every couple of minutes, filling the house more and more.
       Yamaguchi, the host of the party, was in search of a particular someone—a someone with raven hair and a charming smile—and scanned the top of people's heads to relay a particular message to them.
       Sure enough, the raven-haired boy was milling around indulging himself with conversation, while munching on some pocky, with a group of friends—mainly with a friend with red hair—while girls giggled and beamed around him in an attempt to flirt; and nearly chewed off his ears with questions. But the boy respectfully and politely answered their prying questions and turned them down as best he could.
       As Yamaguchi made his way to the group, he pushed past others to catch his friend's attention. "Morinaga!" He caught him by the arm and whispered into his ear. "A certain someone has arrived." Yamaguchi nudged his arm with a knowing smirk and glint in his eye.
       Morinaga paused mid-chew—his eyes lighting up like a child in a candy store—, and if he had been a dog, his ears would have perked up in excitement. "Really? Where is he?"
       "He just walked in. I believe he's putting his coat away."
       "Ok, thanks. Here." Morinaga handed Hiroto his box of pocky. "Keep them safe."
       "No promises." Hiroto winked.
       Morinaga gave him a playful glare and departed from the group, grabbing a drink.
       The one who had just arrived, the one Morinaga had eagerly waited for, was none other than the 'tyrant' of his chemistry, and biology, class—Tatsumi Souichi; Morinaga's three-year crush.
       When Morinaga had first started high school, he had caught a glimpse of Tatsumi and had fallen head over heals for him. Unfortunately for Morinaga, Tatsumi was straighter than a ruler and disliked gays, but that didn't stop Morinaga from liking the quirky boy.
       Fortunately, during Morinaga's second-year of high school, he and Tatsumi had been paired up in both chemistry and biology class, which thrilled him—though the only reason for their partnership was due to the fact no one could handle the serious, demanding, nature Tatsumi had; so Morinaga was everyone's last hope.
       Thankfully for everyone—including their teachers—the two had quickly become one of the better pairs in their classes and worked melodiously together; granted it was due to in part of Morinaga's crush on Tatsumi that he was better able to put up with Tatsumi's tyrannical outbursts.
During some part of the school year, the two had begun to bond and form a friendship. They had spent time after school with one another, helping each other with projects and various other things, while they had shared interest and hobbies—though Tatsumi had few—and became comfortable within each others presence. Thankfully for Morinaga's sake, Tatsumi was blissfully ignorant of Morinaga's crush on him and allowed him to come over to his house to hang-out or sleepover.
During his time spent with Tatsumi, Morinaga had quickly come to learn that Tatsumi was not the social type and that he found it difficult to befriend anyone—he had come close with Mika and Tadokoro when they had been partnered up, but even they found him to be too intense for their liking. So when Morinaga mentioned that Yamaguchi had invited Tatsumi to his annual New Years party, Morinaga was surprised that Tatsumi didn't brush it off and come up with an excuse to not go. And though Tatsumi was never one to socialize or be avid on making friends—since he was incessantly studying and working—he still accepted the invitation from Yamaguchi and attended the party.
Morinaga was beyond excited when he heard the news of Tatsumi's attendance at the party and eagerly awaited for him since early in the night.
Morinaga strolled to his friend, who was hanging his coat in the guest closet, with a friendly smile with the drink he had grabbed for Tatsumi in hand. "Hello!" Morinaga greeted.
Tatsumi looked to who had spoken, instantly recognizing Morinaga and gave him a small nod. "Hi." He said back.
"Senpai, I grabbed you a drink." He handed Tatsumi the cup.
"Sankyuu." Tatsumi retrieved the cup from Morinaga, taking off his shoes.
"Take your time putting away your things, Senpai. I'll be over near the far corner of the living room with some other friends. Feel free to join us."
Tatsumi nodded again while leaving his shoes at the door and taking a sip from the cup. As soon as Morinaga disappeared into the mass of gathered people, a group of girls stopped him in his tracks.
All of them were clearly older and had definitely had a little too much to drink as they swarmed him. A shorter girl with dark, shoulder length, hair clung onto one of his arms and began to tease him and convince him to drink with her. The other girls began to band together with the dark-haired girl's caterwauling while trying to seduce him into joining them.
Their efforts to be flirtatious with him proved to be unsuccessful as Tatsumi found their chatter and parroting to be tedious and mundane, and quite frankly, annoying, and he began to shake himself free from them; two girls intercepted his advance and stood in his way, pressing themselves together making him unable to get through; which was their biggest mistake because Tatsumi sent the girls a warning glare and they visibly shrank back under his hardened stare. The girls parted and let him walk free; had he stayed any longer their high shrills would have given Tatsumi a headache.
Tatsumi spied for his friend in the far corner of the room, where he said he would be, and sauntered through the room, scooting past others.
The silver haired boy found that Morinaga too had been swarmed by a number of girls and didn't have it in him to call out to Morinaga—although, he did manage to gravitate closer to his friend, but busied himself with the books he had happened to be standing by, not bothering to socialize.
Morinaga had caught sight of Tatsumi and immediately broke the space between them, "Senpai! Why are you all alone?" Tatsumi jerked his head at the inquiry.
"You were talking with others, I didn't want to intrude."
"You could never intrude, Senpai." Morinaga beamed, throwing an arm over Tatsumi's shoulder to bring him into the group Morinaga had been associating with.
"Ah! Tatsumi-kun! I thought you wouldn't show." Isogai said in surprise. "You tend to avoid social gatherings. Its nice to see that you showed."
"Hiya Tatsumi-san, nice to see you again." Mika cheerily squeaked with rosy cheeks, nearly falling into Tatsumi before being caught by Tadokoro.
"Hello, Tatsumi-san, please forgive Mika-san; she can't quite hold her liquor and she's already had a little too much this evening."
'Well, that explain's why her cheeks are so red.' Tatsumi thought. "It's all right. Just be sure she doesn't spill her guts out later."
Morinaga chuckled at the notion, looking at Tatsumi.
Tatsumi caught Morinaga's stare and taller boy noted that Tatsumi's eyes almost glowed in the low light.
Morinaga introduced Tatsumi briefly to those who hadn't known him, then quickly shifted back into conversation with everyone. Tatsumi just gave a simple nod to everyone else who greeted him and took another sip from his cup and mingled with Mika and Tadokoro.
As the night progressed on, Isogai had caught Morinaga staring at Tatsumi on a number of occasions and had gotten a mischievous idea to tell Yamaguchi to get things a little fired up—and perhaps a little more exciting.
Isogai caught Yamaguchi by the arm and whispered into the boy's ear of a party game that could make the night more interesting while feigning to play innocent. Yamaguchi agreed with the idea and decided to rally up the group he was in and initiate the game.
"Hey everyone in this group, how 'bout we play a little party game?"
"Ooh! Sounds like fun! What game?" Mika jumped in excitement.
"Spin the bottle," Isogai said with a sly leer.
"Yep!" Yamaguchi said, "I'll go grab an empty bottle from the kitchen, why don't you guys settle yourselves and get comfortable." The host suggested.
Everyone nodded in agreement—aside from Tatsumi who had his doubts.
"I'll go get cushions for people to sit on," Morinaga offered, sauntering away to fetch cushions while Yamaguchi disappeared into the kitchen.
"Thanks!" Said Tadokoro.
As Morinaga returned with cushions in hand, everyone grabbed one for themselves—leaving an extra for their host—and fixed themselves into comfortable positions in a circle.
Within a couple of minutes, Yamaguchi had reappeared from the kitchen with an empty wine bottle. "All righty, let's get started. Everyone knows the rules right?"
Everyone chimed in with a yes.
Yamaguchi plopped down on the vacant cushion that had been set aside for him—to the right of Tatsumi—and placed the bottle down in front of him. "Ok, the first rules I'll set in place are as followed; you have to kiss on the lips—no cheeks—and if someone is too uncomfortable to kiss in front of others, the guest bedroom is the first door on the right once you go up the stairs. Second, no crossing bases; strictly kissing, nothing more, if one crosses the line there will be consequences. Third, the kiss has to last longer than fifteen seconds. Four, everyone here is giving their consent, if not, leave now. Understood?" Everyone nodded, "Great. Seeing as that I just retrieved this bottle I'll go first and we'll continue to my right."
Tatsumi thought the game to be childish and immature but kept his mouth shut as Yamaguchi spun the bottle and watched it slow to the girl across from him.
The girl's cheeks visibly lit up as Yamaguchi got up from his spot and cupped the cute girl's face, closing the space between them until their lips touched—the poor girl's cheeks turned a brighter red as she heard the rest of the group countdown slowly from fifteen.
The two broke away as the heard 'one' and the girl quickly covered her face with her hands, clearly flustered and embarrassed. "All right, that was my go, Tatsumi, you're up next." Yamaguchi clapped him on the back.
Tatsumi stiffened and it dawned on him that he was now obligated to participate, and wished he left when he had the chance. "It's your turn Tatsumi," Isogai said.
Tatsumi hesitantly took the bottle in front of him and flicked his hand, making the bottle spin rapidly. He fixed his eyes on the spinning wine bottle, watching it spin and spin and spin, silently praying that it would continuously spin so he wouldn't have to face the consequences of what was to happen as soon as it stopped.
The bottle gradually began to slow and took its few last spins until it finally settled on its victim.
It stopped.
Souichi's stomach twisted, and in that moment, he did not want to look up, because he knew all too well who the bottle had landed on.
His mouth and throat went dry and his hands began to tremble.
Escaped breaths from the boys and mocking giggles from the girls could not penetrate the pounding of his heart that filled his ears. Someone nudged his shoulder. "Come on Tatsumi! You have to do it! Tatsumi!" Isogai shook Tatsumi out of his trance and stared wide-eyed at the boy, unbelieving of what he heard, and what he was now obligated to do.
All eyes were on him and he could feel the intense stare of the one he had to kiss bore into his skull. He looked up into his gaze connected with the raven-haired boy with whom he shared classes with.
He couldn't tell if he saw anticipation or anxiety—or a mix of both—in Morinaga's eyes.
"Go on you two! You have to do it, it's the game after all."
Tatsumi watched as Morinaga began to rise from the cushion he had been seated on, and patiently waited for Tatsumi to join him.
"Senpai?" Morinaga strode a step forwards to Tatsumi and tentatively reached a hand out to help the boy up.
Tatsumi heatedly rose from his seat, pushing Morinaga's hand away and hurried for the stairs—wanting it to be over and done with.
The kohai followed at his Senpai's footsteps and the two disappeared into the foyer, out of sight from prying eyes.
They quickly traveled down the hallway and once at the stairs, Morinaga took the lead and Tatsumi allowed his friend to take his hand in his own and up the creaking steps.
'Is this really happening? this must be a dream. I'm dreaming. this can't be real.' Morinaga heart grew ever more excited and dripped with anticipation.
'This is stupid. This is a dare, just a dare, nothing more.' Tatsumi repeated in his head as if to convince himself of something he wasn't sure of.
Morinaga—still grasping Tatsumi's hand—led them into the guest bedroom and quickly shut the door behind them. Tatsumi pulled his hand away and the two stood unknowingly of what to do; Morinaga shifted his weight not knowing how to approach his crush.
"So, this is happening." Tatsumi ears turned red as Morinaga approached him.
"...off." The smaller boy mumbled.
"What Senpai?"
"I said, 'Turn the light off.'"
"Oh—ok." Morinaga had only seen Tatsumi flustered a handful of times—and loved how his ears turned red—but did as he was asked and turned the light off.
Morinaga tentatively approached his crush—who was still tense—and was glad to see that Tatsumi didn't back away, and allowed him to come closer. Morinaga had also learned that Tatsumi didn't like it when people came close to him or had any physical contact with him; it wasn't because he didn't like germs—that wasn't the case—he just didn't like to be touched.
The complemented light the filtered through the cracks in the door illuminated the rings of gold that encircled Tatsumi's pupils, which were complimented by minor flecks brown and hazel—acting like they were diamonds on a wedding ring—and seemed to float amongst the liquid amber that was Tatsumi's eyes.
Morinaga brushed aside the strands of silver hair that had fallen into Tatsumi's eyes, making the older boy blush. Tatsumi's eye's widened as he felt Morinaga grow closer to him and felt broad hands cup the sides of his face; he wasn't sure if Morinaga could feel the burn from his cheeks radiating into his palms.
A nervous, lopsided, grin graced Morinaga's lips as he leaned in, pressing his forehead to Tatsumi's and looked lovingly into the smaller boy's eyes.
Tatsumi couldn't find it in himself to tear his eyes away from Morinaga's, but to not conflict himself he assessed the taller boy's features.
His eyes were a deep hunter green, like an ancient, slumbering, forest, which deep inside held, wild, twisted thoughts and fantasies. He'd never seen such an intricate shade of green that combined in harmonies of bright curiosity and innocence, and twisted desire and lust.
Tatsumi was simultaneously exhilarated and terrified.
Morinaga took Tatsumi's chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilted his head, and pressed his lips to Tatsumi's.
It was delicate, sweet, and innocent, making the tensed boy relax into Morinaga's feather-like touch.
Morinaga lips caressed Tatsumi's own with heartbreaking gentleness, but a clever tongue managed to warily slip its way out—careful to not scare Tatsumi—and found its way between, chary, parting lips.
Morinaga could hardly believe that he was kissing the boy he had come to love, and could hardly contain his thrill that Tatsumi was going along with it—though he knew the older boy would never admit it.
The dark-haired brunette snaked an arm around Souichi's lower back and gingerly pulled the smaller boy closer to him, deepening the kiss.
He explored the hot mouth with expertise, and found a steady rhythm with Tatsumi, sharing passionate kisses and aching hearts.
Morinaga, leaving his arm to rest on Tatsumi's lower back while tracing light circles on his side, took up the opportunity to run his fingers through Tatsumi's, soft, silver hair with a lovers touch. Tatsumi moaned into his mouth—which caught Morinaga by surprise but was delighted to hear it. He prayed with all of his heart that this moment would never end.
He peeked an eye open at Tatsumi, which he saw that his face had gone completely red and his eyes had been tightly screwed shut; he found the boy absolutely adorable. Though, he began to notice that with each kiss made the boy more and more breathless.
Morinaga pulled away to let the boy breathe, stealing a final peck on the lips, and watched as fluttering eyelids revealed amber eyes.
Tatsumi was clearly flustered, and at some point had lost his ability to think clearly. Morinaga watched as the boy regained his thoughts and swiftly straightened the glasses perched on his nose.
Morinaga raised a hand to Tatsumi's reddened face and brushed his thumb over Tatsumi's cheek, knowing he'd never get an opportunity like this again, but still relished the moment.
The shorter boy was taken aback at the continued gentleness his friend embraced him with and looked into Morinaga's eyes again; he'd had never seen anyone look at him with such longing and want like Morinaga looked at him now—had he'd always looked at him that way?
Tatsumi snapped out of the thought—throwing a hand over his mouth—and proceeded to slap away Morinaga's hand, shoving him with a great force that nearly knocked the breath out of Morinaga.
The boy burst out of the small room leaving Morinaga flat on his butt as dull ache spread through his body; a pang of guilt tightened in his chest as he felt his heart turn to glass.
Morinaga could distinctly hear Tatsumi sprint down the stairs and slam the downstairs bathroom door.
Sat in that small bedroom, Morinaga held his head in his hands as tears began to well in his eyes, which eventually escaped their hold, despite Morinaga's protest and hold them back.
Heart-wrenching sobs began to rack through his frame as he dug the palms of his hands into his eyes and his breathing became erratic.
It felt like a sledgehammer had been rammed into his chest and shattered his heart into, knife-like, shards of glass that embedded themselves into his skin.
He hadn't known how long he'd been sitting there, crying like a child, when a tender hand rubbed his back. He looked to the one who comforted him—Hiroto—with red, tear-stained, eyes and watched as the person sat down next to him. Hiroto enveloped his pained friend in a hug, and let Morinaga curl into his embrace while sobbing into his shoulder.
Hiroto ran a hand through Morinaga's hair as he rubbed his back to console him—a silent affirmation that he'd always be there and have his back.
"Pocky?"

❖

Tatsumi practically threw himself into the guest bathroom to hurl up his guts. He clutched the rim of the toilet and let out the remainder of what he ate at the party into the bowl. Flushing the toilet, he doused his hands and face under, ice, tap water and scrubbed furiously at his lips.
He rubbed his hands on his pants to dry them and didn't even bother to dry his face before he marched his way out.
He didn't want to do the damn dare in the first place—he even started to hate that he attended this stupid party, with its stupid games and annoying people.
But what he seemed to resent the most was that fact he was visibly aroused from the whole ordeal and was more than confused as to why that was.
Exiting the hallway he grabbed his coat, made a beeline to the door, and stormed out—not bothering to shut the door behind him, or that it was snowing—and rushed home.
Perhaps he was beginning to feel more than he was willing to let on.