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“God fucking damn it-”
Touya kept trying to get the shitty lighter to catch but his shaking hands only managed to pull feeble sparks from it. He cursed again while looking up at the sky between the slits of metal with an unlit cigarette hanging from his lip. The sun was setting but under the bleachers, there was no romance to it. Just frustration and trash.
He squinted at the cheap bit of plastic and metal and then shook it before trying once again to flick it to flame. His didn't catch but the one being held out to him did. Touya jumped and he scowled at the person who interrupted him.
Keigo pushed the fancy metal box closer to him and Touya could see the engraving of wings shimmer in the low light of the small flame that flickered with the motion.
Nerves beat out any snarky remark he would normally have made, and Touya leaned in the few inches it took to light the end. He pulled in a deep drag and let the smoke sit heavily in his lungs and on his tongue before letting it out slowly, tilting his head up to avoid blowing it onto the face of the class rep.
“Thanks,” he said because he was raised properly even if he rebelled against it in every way he could.
“Got another one on you?”
Popping up an eyebrow in question and surprise, Touya fished out another cigarette from the pack and handed it over. Keigo took it and just as casual as he was when he was offering Touya the light he lit his own but seemed less desperate with his first drag.
The next few helped Touya settle enough to let him lean against the pole nearby and he took in the sight of the goodie-two-shoes smoking under the bleachers with him. No one would be surprised to find Touya here, but Keigo-
Keigo wasn't looking at him. He was scuffing the toe of his sneaker against some stain of who knows what that had been washed away by the rain at some point.
“Was looking for you,” Keigo finally said.
It's not particularly hard to find Touya, if you know his usual haunts. Most people didn't care enough to know, and those who did usually knew not to bother him when he obviously didn't want to be found.
Touya just took another drag. It wasn't likely Keigo came looking to bum a cigarette, he didn't even know the blonde smoked.
“Saw you won a ribbon,” Keigo tried again while gesturing back to the school vaguely.
Ah
The painting was something his teacher had insisted be part of the gallery and plenty of people had noticed it, most made less than favorable comments about the subject matter, but no one could claim it wasn't well done.
Well there was one person who would probably say so, if he had found it worth his time to even come look at it. But he didn't so the fact remained, no one had said it was poorly done. Just uncomfortable to look at.
Touya had found great pleasure in making the stuffy people uncomfortable.
“Did you have any other pieces?” Damn, what's gotten into this guy. Normally he doesn't have a single moment to spare now suddenly he's got all the time in the world to bug him. “I looked but…” Keigo scuffed harder at the stain as if he would be able to rub it out of the cement.
“No,” Touya answered, taking pity, “Just the one.”
One he hadn’t even wanted to put up but it was part of his final grade. He was supposed to put up three things at least but one would be enough to get him a passing grade. If he could have managed not putting anything up he would have. It's easier to ignore being ignored when you don't do anything worth paying attention to.
He looked over at Keigo who seemed smaller back here all hunched over than he was in the halls where he was oogled over by both the boys and the girls and the teachers and the… well everyone.
Back here though, Touya was the one in his element. His lip twitched into an almost smile but it settled on a smirk when he noticed the slight pink on the tips of Keigo's ears. He wondered if he was hiding in his jacket like that because he was cold or if he was embarrassed.
Reaching over without thinking, Touya pinched the soft skin of the ear and was surprised at how cold it was.
Keigo jumped and, with a squawk, he ducked his head out of Touya's touch. His attempt at an escape was cut short though when Touya grabbed him and wrapped his arms around Keigo's shoulders.
“If you're cold birdy just say so,” Touya tried to grumble but it came out disgustingly fond.
He dropped the butt of the cigarette and held him closer when Keigo leaned into the warmth. The closeness wasn't a totally foreign feeling but it was still fairly new.
“You know you didn't have to come,” he whispered into the soft messy blonde hair. Keigo was busy and coming to the show was probably putting him behind in some way, especially wasting his time further here.
Keigo hummed, ”You say that, but I can tell… you're bothered that he didn't. If I hadn't then-”
“Shouto had a thing-” the well-worn excuse rolled off Touya's tongue without any thought, but it was interrupted by Keigo's scoff.
Shouto always has a thing.
Not wanting to dwell on that, Touya slid his hands down Keigo's back, still marveling at the fact he's even allowed to, before boldly slipping his hands into the back pockets of the cheap denim. He squeezed lightly and the soft gasp it pulled out of Keigo went straight to Touya's dick.
“A ribbon,” Touya mused lightly, bringing back what Keigo had mentioned before, “what's my reward for that?”
Keigo laughed but it was light and breathless and his attempt at banter was even more so. “Isn't the ribbon supposed to be the reward?”
No. The ribbon was just a reminder that nothing Touya did would be good enough. He hadn’t even wanted to enter the stupid showing. He hadn't wanted to put his art on display for random fucking people who wouldn't get it. He hadn’t wanted to be here at all.
But he hadn’t thought Keigo would be here either.
Instead of answering Touya leaned down to gently nudge at the pink cheek barely exposed by the high fluffy collar of Keigo's ugly jacket hoping to get to the soft lips tucked away. He was delighted to find the skin flushed with heat this time, not chill.
“Kiss me,” he demanded, nudging a bit harder to get his message across. If Keigo was going to waste his time on Touya, Touya wanted to give him something worth more than looking at some stupid painting to waste it on.
Keigo's eyebrows pinched and his chin popped up out of the collar looking like he was about to argue something but Touya didn't give him the chance. He squeezed Keigo's ass and used that same surprised gasp to kiss Keigo deeply.
Chilled fingers cupped Touya's cheeks before moving to tangle into Touya's hair when the kiss turned heated.
They rarely had many words to say to each other. Touya didn't care much for school outside of art and Keigo was a poor only child. They had nothing in common except that Touya had a tongue piercing and Keigo had an almost animalistic oral fixation.
It had been enough to spark their relationship into a small flame and the more they explored their physical compatibility the hotter that fire got. Now Keigo was trying to add being a thoughtful bastard into the mix and Touya was starting to feel like he was going to burn away from the intensity of it all.
He chased the heat anyway the same as he chased the line of exposed skin being revealed to him as he slowly unzipped the horrid high collar jacket. Keigo tilted his head so Touya had more room to mouth at the sensitive neck, hoping to leave marks all over the perfect student.
“So possessive,” Keigo teased but he still moaned in encouragement when Touya's kisses turned into biting.
Touya couldn't get low enough to where he could leave deep longer-lasting bruises that were only for Keigo to see in the privacy of his bathroom mirror. He didn't let that deter him from slipping his thigh between Keigo's legs while he was distracted and pulling him against it with the hands he still had in Keigo's back pockets.
The moan that the friction pulled from Keigo's pretty mouth was delicious and Touya pulled him in again with his mouth back on Keigo's to properly taste the next one.
“Touya,” Keigo whined in a way that sounded like he wanted more but his hands pushed at Touya's chest as if he wanted it to stop.
“What,” Touya teased against Keigo's mouth while he kneaded the soft muscles of his ass, “naughty enough to smoke under the bleachers but not enough to makeout?”
Keigo huffed and pouted but Touya could feel the slight movement of Keigo's hips still rubbing against his thigh. Touya pulled his hands out of the pockets and firmly grabbed Keigo's thighs instead, pulling him up his own thigh until their hips were flush and he felt his own erection press into Keigo.
Keigo's head had thrown back at the longer pull and Touya took advantage of that to nip at the exposed Adam's apple.
“So pretty,” he murmured against the skin while placing small kisses anywhere he could. He felt the moan vibrate through Keigo's neck and Touya felt drunk on it.
Of all the people to bother giving Touya any attention at all and it's this fucker who could be literally in any arms he wanted. It was addicting to know that despite how easy it would be to let any of his admirers hang off of him, Keigo shrugged them all off to find Touya in whatever filthy hole he had crawled into and hang off of him instead.
He had wondered if he was Keigo's own form of rebellion. At first, it seemed like he was just trying out something a little less than perfect for whatever reason. But nights like tonight where he found Keigo's hands slipping under Touya's shirt and bruises being left in places that couldn't be hidden… Nights where Keigo had read him like a book and came to him to brush away his anger and insecurity with hot kisses and no words…
It felt just a little more real and a little less temporary.