Chapter Text
"Ken?"
Daisuke gave his best friend a nervous look. It was Sunday morning, in a couple of hours Ken would return home. Minomon and Chibimon rested on Daisuke's bed while Daisuke tried out a new racing game he had recently bought.
Ken sat next to him on the floor and watched him playing. Something he often did when he didn't want to play himself. It irritated Daisuke at first. He knew that Ken sometimes still felt uncomfortable when he played himself. Ken had told him again and again that he enjoyed to watch him play, and meanwhile Daisuke had gotten used to it.
"What's wrong, Daisuke?" Ken looked from the screen at his best friend.
"I... ah, it's nothing," Daisuke pulled back. The reason he had approached Ken had been bothering him all weekend. But he couldn't just ask Ken something like that.
"Hmm..." Ken narrowed his eyes, but decided not to push any further, for which Daisuke was infinitely grateful.
Daisuke started the car racing game again. But this time he felt Ken's eyes on him and it was hard for him to concentrate. When his game character fell into the pit again, he finally sighed loudly.
"Daisuke, if you don't tell me what's wrong, I can't help you."
"I told you, it's nothing," Daisuke shunned. His game character crashed again.
"I can see that," Ken said with a skeptical look at the screen. Daisuke was no beginner. He rarely fell down anywhere, especially not on a racetrack as simple as this one. Of course Ken noticed something was going on.
"I... well... it's about Hikari-chan," he finally confessed quietly.
"What's with her?"
"Well, I told you that I asked her out on a date the other day, you remember?"
Ken nodded slowly.
"I also remember she turned you down again," he said.
"Yes." Grumbling, Daisuke looked at his socks. He really didn't understand why Hikari kept rejecting him.
"Well, I've been thinking why she always says no. So what if she thinks, I'm a bad kisser?" Daisuke didn't dare to look up. His face had turned scarlet and for a few seconds, the ticking of the clock's second hand was the only sound in the room.
"Why do you think that?" Ken eventually asked.
Daisuke bit his lower lip and then lifted his head carefully. Ken looked at him. He wondered what he thought of him now. They had never really talked about girls, relationships or even kissing. Or at least Ken had never really talked about it.
"Well, I haven't kissed anyone yet," Daisuke explained quietly. "Well, except for kisses for my aunts, but I meant more like romantic kisses, you know?"
"There will always be a first time," Ken said. "And I doubt Hikari-san will be the best at her first kiss. I'm certain that will happen in time."
"Do you really think Hikari-chan is bad at kissing?"
"I don't know. I don't really care if girls are good at kissing," Ken said softly. "You're the one of us who has a crush on her."
"I don't think she's bad at it," Daisuke said. "I'm sure she knows how to kiss properly."
"Well, it's not exactly rocket science," Ken said dryly and Daisuke giggled gently.
"If I kiss you, will you tell me what you think?" he asked uncertainly.
Ken looked at him irritated, his mouth opened slightly but no sound came out.
"Ken?" Daisuke leaned forward and waved one hand in front of his face. "Daisuke to Ken, are you there?"
"You want to kiss me?" he asked slowly.
Daisuke nodded. "So you can tell me if I'm a bad kisser."
"B-but we're both boys," Ken reminded him.
"So?" Besides, it'll be a benefit for you. After all, I know that you, at the age of fourteen, are still completely unkissed just like me. Afterwards you can at least claim that you've kissed someone in the past."
"But... shouldn't the first kiss be special?"
"It's not a first kiss," Daisuke said. "A first kiss is with someone you have feelings for. This is just a practice kiss."
"A practice kiss?"
"Right. A kiss that means nothing." Daisuke nodded excitedly. "Ken, please. I have no one else to give an honest opinion. And you're my best friend, I trust you."
Ken just looked at him for a few seconds, his forehead slightly wrinkled. Finally he nodded. "Okay."
Daisuke looked at him surprised. He never expected Ken to say yes so easily.
He slid over to Ken, who looked at him unsteadily. Then he bent over a little so that their faces were only a few inches apart.
"Are you sure it's okay?" Daisuke checked and took Ken's face in his hands. Ken nodded slowly. He had turned red.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Daisuke promised him.
Then he passed the last inch between them and pressed his mouth against Ken's. Ken's lips were warm and soft, just like everything about Ken was just soft and warm. He moved his lips gently against Ken's until the latter opened his mouth a little bit.
Kissing wasn't so bad. And kissing Ken felt good.
Eventually, he pulled away from Ken and then slid back again.
"So?" Excitedly he looked at Ken.
"It... wasn't bad," Ken said softly.
Daisuke blushed slightly and then grinned.
"But do you think Hikari-chan would like it too?"
Ken sighed slightly. "Daisuke, I can't tell if Hikari-san will like it as well. I'm not her."
"I know, I know. So, you liked it? Not in a romantic way, but just that you didn't regret doing it?"
Ken shrugged. " Well, you're definitely not bad at kissing, okay?" Then he leaned forward and grabbed the second controller that had been lying on the floor next to Daisuke.
"What do you think about me kicking your ass one last time before I go home?" he asked with a grin. Daisuke understood that the topic was finished for him.
And it was finished for Daisuke, too. It had only been a kiss between friends so Ken could tell him if he was bad at kissing. Nothing more.
So he also reached for his controller and cancelled his current game switching to multiplayer mode.
"Keep dreaming, Ken," he replied with a grin.