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Gun is sitting at the bench with his notebook, trying to conjure up the right lyrics for this new song. He decided on a love song for obvious reasons but everything has been too sad, too dramatic, and not enough love.
He looks up to notice Tinn walking towards the bench he is currently sitting on.
“Hi friend.” Tinn speaks up.
“Ugh, we need to stop reverting to that. It’s terrible and I’m pretty sure it just makes everything worse.” Gun replies.
“You’re right, but you won’t let me call you ‘boyfriend’!”
“Cause we’re not officially dating, you know we can’t. Only if I win Hot Wave.”
“When you win Hot Wave you cannot stop me from telling absolutely everyone that we are together!” Says Tinn.
“Okay okay. I already told you I would announce it when we pass the next round.”
“I hope you’ll keep your promise.” Tinn says.
“Don’t worry Mr. School President, I will.”
“So how’s the song coming?”
“As of right now it’s just sad, not enough love in the love song. I’m honestly getting kind of frustrated.”
“So writing down other love songs didn’t work, right? Why don’t you try something else?”
“Yeah fair, like what. Any suggestions?”
“Why don’t you focus on sweet moments? Like you could write about holding hands,” Tinn moves closer to Gun so that they are shoulder to shoulder and takes one hand in his, intertwining their fingers slowly. He is looking at Gun the whole time, letting him know that he can stop Tinn at any point. But Gun doesn’t stop him at all.
“Or you could write about the feeling of a kiss on the cheek by your crush” As he finishes his sentence, Tinn leans over and gives Gun a light sniff kiss on his cheek.
“Yeah, you’re right. Those are good examples. But, I think I want to write about something more. Something I haven’t experienced before.” A blush creeps up Tinn’s cheeks as his mind is racing with all the things Gun could be alluding to.
“Yeah, like what?” Tinn says hesitantly. It is at this moment that Gun turns to face Tinn so they are no longer shoulder to shoulder. With Gun’s body facing Tinn he reaches up and softly guides Tinn’s chin so that Tinn is now looking Gun in the eyes.
“Well I’m not allowed to date anyone until I win the Hot Wave competition.” Gun slowly lowers his gaze from Tinn’s eyes down to his lips and then back up to his gleaming eyes.
“But that doesn’t mean I can’t do this.” Gun slowly leans forward, hand now tilting Tinn’s chin up ever so slightly, guiding his lips to Gun’s lips which are parted in anticipation.
Tinn can’t believe this is happening but as soon as their lips are about to collide, he whips his face away from Gun’s.
“Seriously, again?” Gun says with a sigh.
Tinn starts scrambling to explain why he did what he just did.
“I don’t want you to regret breaking the club rule. You’re their leader and I want to make sure we do this right.” Tinn sputters out.
Gun sighs but brings his hand back up to Tinn’s chin and gently rubs the underneath, causing Tinn to blush even harder.
“I’ve already told Sound that we’re seeing each other. I don’t think he’ll tell the others but I think the damage has already been done.” Gun explains his thoughts aloud.
Tinn just keeps staring into Gun’s eyes and after hearing everything he has to say Tinn can’t say that Gun is wrong. He looks back up at Gun and gives him a big smile, which to his delight earns him a cheesy grin from his cute Chinzilla boy.
“Are you sure?” Tinn asks one final time, just to make sure the boy in front of him is 100% sure that he’s not going to regret kissing him tomorrow.
“Tinn,” Gun slowly brushes Tinn’s cheek with his thumb. “I’ve been sure.” Gun gently pulls his face forward so they are mere inches apart.
Tinn is not about to repeat his earlier mistake and simply lets himself be guided closer and closer to Gun, feeling his breath as they are finally leaning in.
It is mere bliss when their lips finally touch, so soft and sweet. Just touching enough to send sparks through both boy’s bodies. As if in sync with each other they both smile broadly into the kiss.
They open their eyes to reveal they are still so close but no longer touching. Without another word Tinn gently takes hold of the back of Gun’s neck and guides his lips back to his. Where the last kiss was short, sweet, and gentle, this kiss is just a little rougher and met with passion by both parties.
Gun moves even closer to Tinn with his hands in his hair, pulling ever so gently. He has literally dreamt of this and now it’s happening. Tinn is kissing him back.
They break the kiss and look into each other’s eyes again.
“I love this,” Tinn says. “Can I please keep kissing you?”
Now it’s Gun’s turn to blush and he giggles into Tinn’s shoulder and then looks back up at this beautiful boy in front of him.
“Yes.” Gun nods and their lips collide.
This time the kiss is more; more fervor, hands searching for more. Everything is more.
Tinn feels as though he is slowly descending into madness the way that Gun’s tongue brushes across his lips.
Gun feels overwhelmed by the access he is granted as their tongues start sliding together.
Neither of them have felt something this intense before but neither of them want it to end.
Hands tangled in hair and around waists, skin on skin, lips on lips. Everything is a dream and yet they are physically connected and grounded in this kiss.
They pull apart briefly to gasp for air and then waste no time crashing back into each other.