27 - waxrose
Inspired by this comment.
"With Machida?" Aiba asks, not even pretending to still be wiping down the counter. "You really did?"
Ohno shrugs. "Yeah."
It's late, really late and there are no customers except for a few surly truckers, half-asleep over their coffee and a giggling couple sharing a slice of pie in a corner booth. Ohno is supposed to be mopping and Aiba is supposed to be wiping down the tables, but this is far, far more interesting.
"What was it like?" Aiba is honestly curious, he'd never really figured that Satoshi might be into other boys like that. Aiba doesn't really mind, hell, he's a lot curious, actually. He likes girls and all, but there's been those times caught like half-formed thoughts in his mind - watching Jun climb out of the swimming hole on hot days, his skin wet-shiny in the bright sunlight, skinny chest and lanky limbs and felt a swell of something - or even Ohno, when they've snuck out to go stargazing and get drunk (Ohno's theory is that it's a good way to discover new constellations and Aiba's always up for an experiment) and Ohno is warm against his shoulder, warm and familiar.
He's never really thought much of it, though.
Ohno licks his lips, looking up at Aiba like he only just realized Aiba asked a question. "Huh?"
"What was it-?" Aiba's cheeks burn when he realizes that he's leaning over the counter, looking probably way, way too interested for someone who is asking their best friend what it was like to kiss another guy. "Never mind."
Ohno wipes his hands on his apron and slides his quarter into the jukebox. He punches a button and the first strains of Twilight Time float through the quiet diner. "It was fine. Just a normal kiss, you know."
Aiba considers this, moving around the counter to perch on one of the diner stools. "Did you kiss him or did he kiss you first?"
"I don't really know." Ohno pauses, like he's really thinking about it. "I forget."
Aiba flops back dramatically on his stool. "How can you forget something like that?"
Ohno turns his attention back to the jukebox. "It was just kind of - we sort of moved together. Or at the same time."
"You're so bad at explaining these things," Aiba grumbles.
"S'hard," Ohno mumbles back. He hums vaguely along with the chorus, tracing the flashing coloured contours of the jukebox.
It's then that a Great Idea strikes Aiba. (On the scale of Great Ideas, it's about halfway between that thing with the exploding beer can and his attempt at making hot dog-flavoured ice cream.)
"You could show me instead," Aiba suggests. "You know, just to clear things up," he adds, when Ohno looks at him with some confusion.
"What, kiss you?" Ohno asks calmly, even as Aiba slides his arms around Ohno's waist, wriggling into the curve of his arms. "You want to?"
"I think it's the best way," Aiba says persuasively. "You can pretend I'm Machida if you want."
Ohno's arms tighten on Aiba's back, pulling him close enough to bump their noses together by accident.
"You're Aiba-chan," Ohno says, once Aiba stops giggling, "I don’t need to pretend anything."
They're still kissing when Jun walks in two minutes later and starts yelling (and Aiba only reluctantly pulls away then once that gets the attention of the few diner patrons, because Ohno's lips are soft and warm and he's doing something with his tongue that just shouldn't be interrupted). Jun ends up helping Aiba wipe down the counters while Satoshi finishes taking care of the customers and everything is clean and ready to lock up in no time.
"I'm not going to ask," Jun says as they leave, with all the long-suffering dignity of his fifteen years. "And I don't want to know," he adds snappishly, as both Ohno and Aiba open their mouths to tell him anyways.
"With Machida?" Aiba asks, not even pretending to still be wiping down the counter. "You really did?"
Ohno shrugs. "Yeah."
It's late, really late and there are no customers except for a few surly truckers, half-asleep over their coffee and a giggling couple sharing a slice of pie in a corner booth. Ohno is supposed to be mopping and Aiba is supposed to be wiping down the tables, but this is far, far more interesting.
"What was it like?" Aiba is honestly curious, he'd never really figured that Satoshi might be into other boys like that. Aiba doesn't really mind, hell, he's a lot curious, actually. He likes girls and all, but there's been those times caught like half-formed thoughts in his mind - watching Jun climb out of the swimming hole on hot days, his skin wet-shiny in the bright sunlight, skinny chest and lanky limbs and felt a swell of something - or even Ohno, when they've snuck out to go stargazing and get drunk (Ohno's theory is that it's a good way to discover new constellations and Aiba's always up for an experiment) and Ohno is warm against his shoulder, warm and familiar.
He's never really thought much of it, though.
Ohno licks his lips, looking up at Aiba like he only just realized Aiba asked a question. "Huh?"
"What was it-?" Aiba's cheeks burn when he realizes that he's leaning over the counter, looking probably way, way too interested for someone who is asking their best friend what it was like to kiss another guy. "Never mind."
Ohno wipes his hands on his apron and slides his quarter into the jukebox. He punches a button and the first strains of Twilight Time float through the quiet diner. "It was fine. Just a normal kiss, you know."
Aiba considers this, moving around the counter to perch on one of the diner stools. "Did you kiss him or did he kiss you first?"
"I don't really know." Ohno pauses, like he's really thinking about it. "I forget."
Aiba flops back dramatically on his stool. "How can you forget something like that?"
Ohno turns his attention back to the jukebox. "It was just kind of - we sort of moved together. Or at the same time."
"You're so bad at explaining these things," Aiba grumbles.
"S'hard," Ohno mumbles back. He hums vaguely along with the chorus, tracing the flashing coloured contours of the jukebox.
It's then that a Great Idea strikes Aiba. (On the scale of Great Ideas, it's about halfway between that thing with the exploding beer can and his attempt at making hot dog-flavoured ice cream.)
"You could show me instead," Aiba suggests. "You know, just to clear things up," he adds, when Ohno looks at him with some confusion.
"What, kiss you?" Ohno asks calmly, even as Aiba slides his arms around Ohno's waist, wriggling into the curve of his arms. "You want to?"
"I think it's the best way," Aiba says persuasively. "You can pretend I'm Machida if you want."
Ohno's arms tighten on Aiba's back, pulling him close enough to bump their noses together by accident.
"You're Aiba-chan," Ohno says, once Aiba stops giggling, "I don’t need to pretend anything."
They're still kissing when Jun walks in two minutes later and starts yelling (and Aiba only reluctantly pulls away then once that gets the attention of the few diner patrons, because Ohno's lips are soft and warm and he's doing something with his tongue that just shouldn't be interrupted). Jun ends up helping Aiba wipe down the counters while Satoshi finishes taking care of the customers and everything is clean and ready to lock up in no time.
"I'm not going to ask," Jun says as they leave, with all the long-suffering dignity of his fifteen years. "And I don't want to know," he adds snappishly, as both Ohno and Aiba open their mouths to tell him anyways.