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"Look at you." Kaoru grins and cocks his head. "You're so brave. You think this means something. That you're so fucking hot right now and everyone wants you. But what you really need is someone who puts you in your place."
Kojiro smirks and settles on his board, ready to start running as soon as the traffic light turns from red to green. "I'm ready for you to try, four eyes."
"Pathetic. That's all you have to offer, chimp man? I'm not even wearing my glasses right now."
"Sorry, I can't see you from up here, you're just so … ridiculously tiny."
"Ha." Kaoru huffs and straightens his back just a little. "I could put you on your knees right here. Right now. In front of everyone. Make you eat dirt. Lick my boots and beg like the braindead gorilla you are."
"Yeah?"
"Oh, yeah. I will make you cry, big boy, and when you're on the floor looking up at me with tear wet eyes—" The siren rips through Kaoru's speech. He considered starting his run but Kojiro doesn't move, so why would he? They'd just call it unfair, a cheap win. Kaoru is about to tell the annoyance to start running when Kojiro fully turns toward him.
"Do you think a lot about that image? Me on my knees, in front of you?" Kaoru swallows. Wait. This isn't what's supposed to happen! They're meant to fight, it's a beef after all. But Kojiro keeps ignoring the traffic light and instead walks up to Kaoru. "Is this what you want, Cherry? To humiliate me? Right in front of everyone else?"
And maybe he does but not in the way the public is interested in seeing. Let's face it, some would probably be down for that kind of show, but the overall mood seems to be leaning more toward a beef and less toward … flirting.
Kaoru looks away, stares at the path ahead. "Get on your board, superman. We'll settle this like—"
"Superman? That's the insult you chose? A buff, gentle dude that is invincible and can't be beaten? Oooh. Actually, I see where you're coming from, Cherry." And the fucking idiot actually poses. Sure. Kojiro's back muscles are impressive. And yeah, the way they bulge is kinda hot, but … this is a race, for fuck's sake!
"Get on your board! Coward!"
"Am I the coward though? Because I don't see you skating either."
Kaoru growls and you know what? Fuck it. He runs and Kojiro is immediately next to him. The race is rough, quick and dirty. They waste valuable time by talking shit, but it balances out between them. Even Carla calculates it in at this point.
"You just can't deal with how much you want me." Kojiro smirks and gets a little too close, bumping Carla with his trash on wheels.
"I want to destroy you," Kaoru hisses and spins, detaching their boards effectively and gaining speed again.
"I guess you have to win for that. And we both know that won't happen, little fairy."
"FUCK YOU!"
Somehow things get worse from there. There's more board bumping, at one point Kojiro actually puts his hands on Kaoru's hips and pulls him into half a hug. Damn pig. He slams into a wall of muscle and flesh when Kaoru decides to shoulder him away.
Neither of them usually fights dirty. But with each other? Things are different with each other. The finish line comes closer and Kaoru metaphorically kicks Carla into gear. She's superior in the warehouse and they both know it. If only Kaoru can keep his slight advantage …
Kojiro breaks a few things in his path and Carla navigates around them. Close, closer, both never waste a hair's width when it comes to winning and it's a head to head match, physically close but—fuck. Fuck yes.
The rewind shows Carla breaching the finish line first. It's because Kaoru started his run a second earlier, they both know it. Is that a fair win? Who cares what's fair? Kaoru stops his board and Kojiro tosses his half out of the way before they are all over each other.
Too many things between them. Not enough room to breathe. A hand in Kaoru's hair pulls him into a hard kiss, his own palms land on a spectacularly muscled piece of ass. Neither of them care about the gasps surrounding them, about the cameras or the tweets buzzing in the air.
Flesh and bones and life and death and joy and sadness and everything in between. When they come up for air, lips are bitten red and swollen.
"Congratulations," Kojiro whispers against his neck while one hand falls to Kaoru's waist, pulling him closer. "I guess you will end up destroying me tonight."