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“Hey, can you like, be still for a second?” Oscar Mike said, scrambling over the expanse that was his boyfriend’s back as it rhythmically rose and fell with his push-ups. Oscar smiled, the sight unobstructed by his long-since discarded helmet, the word new and foreign and exciting in his mind- he’d never had a boyfriend before.
He’d had bros, of course, bros of the highest caliber in and out of the UPR- most of which accepted his Bro Certificates without even throwing them away. He’d had crushes before, sure, he seemed to have a crush on a new guy every week. He liked crushes, he liked the soft feeling of affection that fluttered in his chest.
Only, not this time. Not this one. It’d been steady and warm in his stomach, it made his face warm and his hands shake and it was kinda terrible, if he was being honest, but it was also kinda incredible, and he couldn’t say he wanted it to stop any time soon.
“Monty!” He groaned, wrapping his arms around Montana’s neck-- perhaps the only part of Montana he could actually get his arms all the way around. Montana responded in an instant, reaching a massive arm up to pluck the little clone from his back. He sat up, holding Oscar in his arms, and Oscar felt momentarily blinded by the brightness of that smile, and his dazed expression was quickly replaced with a mirroring grin, revealing his sharp teeth. Montana laughed in response, lifting Oscar up to press a sloppy kiss to his cheek, ruffling his hair with one of his large fingers.
“What is it, little buddy?” Montana said, using Oscar’s moment of endeared stupor to remove his hat and place it on his partner’s head.
“Gimmie a second!” Oscar laughs, putting his hands on Montana’s shoulders. “Listen, Monty, you know how we’re like, you know…” Oscar looks away, he can sense his face getting red, can feel his gills getting hot under his collar, “We’re like, you know, we were best friends before, and we’re still best friends! But now, it’s like, we’re boyfriends?” He barely contained a giggle at the word, giddy and ecstatic and stomach-wrenchingly nervous all at once, an emotional cocktail that was both wonderful and dreadful. It was pretty poetic, he thought, something he’d definitely be writing about later.
Montana nodded, and Oscar had no idea how he managed to do it but that dumb, beautiful, incredible grin just got even beautifuler and incredibler. That was less poetic, he thought, but damn if it weren’t true.
“Duh, of course I know about that, Mikey. I was there.” he jokes, though in good nature- his voice gentler than it usually was.
“Yeah, yeah, I know! So was I!” Oscar took a deep breath, steeling his nerves, and said, “Alright, listen, I’m gonna kiss you now.” Montana opened his mouth to say something, and Oscar quickly covered the other’s mouth with his hands because if he said something sappy and sweet right now Oscar would just get embarrassed and stuttery and awkward and totally lose his nerve. “But like! Let’s just say, hypothetically, I’d never kissed anybody and have no idea what I’m doing,” the last sentence comes out in a blur, mumbled and quick to hide his own embarrassment, “You gotta, y’know, hypothetically promise not to make fun of me or whatever, right?”
Behind his hands, Montana nodded enthusiastically, almost shaking Oscar right off, eyes filled with excitement and affection and making Oscar’s heart beat like a million times a second.
He pulls his hands away quickly, squeezes his eyes closed, jerks his head forwards, and misses. His mouth connects solidly with the corner of Montana’s mouth-- there was very little mouth-to-mouth contact and a whole lotta mouth-to-beard contact.
“Mikey,” Montana says, chuckling when Oscar pulls back, but he’s silenced.
“Hold up, hold up, I’ve totally got this--” Mike tries again, this time rewarded with the unpleasant sensation of their teeth clacking together, and he backs away in surprise. Montana is patient, allowing a few more awkward and instantly aborted attempts at kissing from Oscar before the clone pushes away for a final time.
“Oh my God, this sucks,” he huffs, bringing his hands up to cover his own face this time, red from embarrassment.
“Mikey,” Montana hums again, taking those little hands in his comparatively huge ones, smiling despite the pout fixed on the other’s lips.
“Kissing is stupid,” Oscar responds, with finality, refusing to meet Montana’s gaze.
“You liked it when I kissed you, earlier,” Montana teases in response, leaning in to place a little kiss on the fin on Oscar’s cheek. Oscar growled a little, mostly to combat the smile threatening to form on his face,
“It’s not stupid when you do it.” he said, resolve breaking as he giggled- Montana kissed his other cheek, and his beard tickled, goddamn it.
“You just need practice,” Montana said, his voice full of determination that way it got before he did something really stupid on a mission.
“Wuh,” Oscar said as Montana pressed a gentle kiss to his lips- no teeth clacking, no missing or fumbling or anything. He leaned back for a moment, grinning as Oscar took a moment to process what had just happened, before leaning back in. This time, the kiss was longer. Montana moved slow, but firm, hooking a finger under Oscar’s chin to pull him closer, and Oscar responded in earnest, hands reaching up to tangle in Montana’s hair, and, yeah, he was definitely reconsidering that stance on kissing now.
When Montana finally pulled away, that same grin was back on his face, and Oscar had this strange feeling like he’d been had.
“So…?” Montana hummed, eyebrows wiggling playfully. Oscar rolled his eyes, pulling his hat off and pushing it right back down over Montana’s smug face.