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He saw his jaw on his side vision, it was incredibly close.
He could feel his warmth and his heavy breathing revealing he was certainly going through some inner predicament of some sort.
Or was it what he was feeling himself?
For sure, Kai was experiencing the lightheaded sensation given by those too many glasses of wine.
For sure, the other one was sharing the same sensation.
Were they tipsy? Or completely drunk?
If they were sober, they would have never been that close to each other.
Kai wouldn’t feel the cold wall against his back, and the weight of the other pressing against him with those arms stretched trying, without success, to keep them separated.
How did he end up in that mess? Ah, yes, the wine.
Kai Hiwatari at seventeen wouldn’t consider himself an overly experienced human being, but he couldn’t deny that in the last year and a half he had started to stretch his limits, to navigate the possibilities, rebelled in different ways. He had just been a teenage boy, started drinking, started dating, and started experimenting with sex.
So, he was by now aware of the effect alcohol had on him, he went a few times over the limit, mainly he maintained an adequate level of tipsiness. He also observed the effect that alcohol had on other people. Some get angry, other sleepy, other over enthusiasts. Kai got flirty and, given that he had access to his own head, he understood that it was because of a growing awareness of himself. Drinking made him feel sexy. He knew he was good-looking; he could see it and people would tell him, but sexiness was something else. He wasn’t overly confident in that sense unless he was given alcohol. Consequentially, he felt the possibility to impress people on a totally different level and, of course, flirt.
To be fair, it wasn’t his first intention to flirt with HIM, but things escalated quickly and there was responsibility in the other as well.
It wasn’t even the fact that it was an HIM he was flirting with. Kai was openly gay, even though people never failed to remind him that he “passed” easily as straight. Hence the felt necessity to specify that he wasn’t into girls. At all.
For example, Kai’s coming out to the Bladebreakers wasn’t planned.
Mainly Kai considered that it would have been easier for him just to spill the truth and avoid any further allegations or questions.
A few years back, they were all together in their hotel room celebrating one of their victory as a team staying up late, with snacks and sodas, talking for hours about Beyblades with some short interruptions of Pokemon cards, videogames, music, life in general. Until they started discussing girls. Discussing in a general and mysterious way only early teenage boys with very little experience could. So of course, they ended up just ranking the championships girls for their appeal.
Kai honored them just with his presence, listening to them, making some witty remarks here and there before shutting up and enjoying the trash talk.
It was then that Max decided he wanted his opinion.
"Kai, come on, you must nominate somebody."
Kai had managed to not be involved in those arguments using the excuse of “being Kai, he didn’t give answers, just annoyed looks”; but that night they were excited more than ever.
"It’s impossible that you don’t like anybody!" Takao continued.
"It doesn’t have to be the love of your life… just somebody you would like to have a make-out session with."
They all started giggling rethinking about their own picks.
"So, Kai, who would you like to make out with?" Max insisted with a devilish smirk.
The older boy finished chewing and reached to take more chips from the package in the center.
Looking unamused into the blond’s eyes he simply stated "Yuriy Ivanov."
The Bladebreakers fell silent and it was like time stopped for a few seconds, until Takao went for a simple "Oh!"
"Well, we will have to update our leader board," Rei commented trying to smile comfortably.
"I am offended." Everybody stared at Takao, Kai raising an eyebrow. "Ivanov? If we have to include guys, I have a long list before we could put Ivanov."
"It doesn’t work like this, he can choose whoever he wants," laughed Max, asking Kai if he confirmed his pick.
"Yap, Ivanov."
"But I will agree we are better than Ivanov," continued the Blond.
"You should pick one of us instead," mocked Rei, straightening his back.
Kai responded with a disgusted face.
"Why not?"
"You are…" Kai struggled to find an expression that could define the Bladebreakers.
"Don’t you dare say ugly," warned Takao.
"We are family, I am sure you mean that," joked Rei.
"Not my type," concluded the older boy.
They laughed it off and didn’t make a big fuss out of it. Kai was glad for that.
He was also unexpectedly glad that, somehow, everybody in the championship seemed to be aware of his sexual orientation. He didn’t know who let the information slip and he didn’t care, as long as nobody was bothering him with unwanted opinions or questions. And it never happened.
It was a known fact that Kai Hiwatari was gay and the sole idea to bully him would have brought the perpetrator to premature death.
That summer he was participating with the Russian team and he didn’t know if it was his newfound interest in sex that made him realize insistent attention from one of his teammates.
Yes, Beyblade was still a great passion, and yes, he still had random fantasies about Yuriy Ivanov but, damn, Boris Kuznetsov was starting to catch his attention.
He never really considered Boris, they were never seeing things eye to eye, never agreed on anything, and made a silent pact to just not be in each other way. Since he joined the Russians to start training something had changed.
Boris was there, Boris looked at him, Boris took all his chances to make negative comments on everything he did, Beyblade wise or not, Boris gave him nasty looks.
Kai at first imagined that finally the rumor about his sexual orientation got to the Russian team and Boris was just homophobic. It wasn’t that big of a stretch. But Kai was not willing to just passively take in all his blurs, so he just confronted him telling him to get his shit together. But he decided to do it on the opening night of the championship, bringing him into an empty bathroom upstairs to make a scene. And after those too many glasses of wine.
And there he realized that Boris was tall, Boris was well built and Boris had that bad-boy-who-doesn’t-need-to-ask-for-anything vibe that was surely attractive.
The scene transformed pretty quickly from what he imagined, and he finally managed to translate the nasty looks he was receiving into a completely different kind of “nasty”.
So, back to the present, Kai was outlining the jawline of his teammate, just a few inches from his eyes. A blurred view given by the alcohol and the proximity.
He slowly turned his head, tilting it to the side, straightening his back, and reaching up.
In a fraction of a second, he decided he was going to do it. Following that confident voice empowered by the wine, repeating to himself that he was desired, the other got them in that situation because he wanted him, he was compelled, infatuated, completely astonished by him.
Screw the part that feared receiving a fist in his jaw, to be beaten up, because his common sense was still trying to wake him up. But screw common sense and welcome sexiness.
He tiptoed the necessary to fill the space between his lips and the taller guy’s jawline. He closed them on the itchy skin, tasting the other’s skin and feeling the unshaved complexion.
He had noticed that morning that Boris hadn’t shaved, he slightly remembered his own thoughts on the matter, not that it was important.
He continued to trace his outline with silent and soft kisses, until he couldn’t dig deeper, having Boris’ head still towards the wall, unmoving.
This was his cue to show him that he didn’t imagine everything, that he wanted to reciprocate those kisses, that he found him attractive. Or that he wanted to beat the shit out of him.
For some reason, he couldn’t imagine any middle ground in his reactions. He would never picture Boris gently rejecting him with an “I’m sorry if I misled you, but I am straight”.
He waited with his lips parted, ready to give another kiss, so close to Boris's skin that he could still feel the rebound of his own breath. Then the other moved, turning his head in his direction.
Kai kept his gaze towards the other jawline, expecting the worse.
Boris looked down on the younger boy, then he filled the space between them.
It wasn’t a kiss, not yet. Until it was.
They basically joined their lips, stopping time for a few milliseconds, before they went for it, tasting each other, the upper lip, the lower lip, a little teeth-clenching, nose against nose, then when having adjusted to the other’s face, the placing of his features, a deeper kiss.
Boris was the first one to involve his tongue, clashing against Kai’s lips who, happy with the direction the situation was going, agreed and parted his mouth even more, letting the other decide the pace of that kiss.
Kai was ready to rest his case, he was not going to be beaten up, he didn’t imagine anything. Until he tilted his head behind, against the wall, reaching for air he took the occasion to adjust to a more comfortable position and dive again into Boris's mouth. He reached forward, trying to connect with the other even more, lifted his arms to balance himself, the left hand on Boris's neck, the right hand to Boris's hip.
Without even realizing it, he felt himself being pushed back again, his back hitting hard on the wall, his head following. He felt his arms being pushed and his wrists being blocked.
Maybe he was going to be beaten up anyway.
He panted, having again full access to air, but finding himself regretting the absence of it.
They were looking at each other now.
Kai tried to read Boris's expression, but he couldn’t figure out how much he was in danger.
The effects of the wine were still on, but he was sure that he gave the other the benefit of the doubt, he gave him the chance to indulge him or not. He answered the kiss, a lot. It wasn’t his imagination. His conscience was clear.
“No touching, I got it.”
Kai spoke, again sure of his potential. He was still in “I am sexy and I know it” mode. Not ready to give up on that unexpected encounter.
Boris was clearly going through some existential crises, right there at that moment. He looked angry, but at the same time, he felt he was a feast for his eyes.
Kai was honestly afraid he was going to be bitten in the neck, a detail that made him think unexpectedly that agreeing to watch The Vampire Diaries with Hilary the night before was not a good idea. Ok, he was digressing, and he was finding himself pretty amusing in it and he couldn’t stop to smirk to himself.
He didn’t know what Boris took of it, but as suddenly as he stopped, he started kissing him again, relaxing and letting go of Kai’s wrists.
"Why are you like this?" Boris hissed after a few seconds, breathing heavily.
"Like what?"
In response Boris got away again, looking around for something that he clearly couldn’t find. His pride maybe? Composure?
"Can you make up your mind or what?" snapped Kai, leaning his head back on the wall.
Boris looked back at him raging but Kai didn’t give him the time to say anything.
"You get me all pumped up and then… puff, you back off."
The older boy looked puzzled for a second before correctly gazing down to Kai’s body understanding what he was talking about. Of course, Kai got some reactions from all that friction. And from what Kai could see, he was not the only one.
Kai took advantage of that moment of realization and reached again for contact. Intertwining his fingers into the belt loops of Boris’s jeans and pulled him gently towards him.
"Get your shit together and tell me what you want."
Kai continued the teasing, starting again to kiss him. Boris was trying to resist him, but for some reason, he couldn’t and kept battling with himself to not let go.
The shortest boy was highly amused by the effect he had on the Russian.
"You like me," Kai presented the situation as simply as possible, eager to hear the other one give up. "Just admit it."
"I don’t."
Kai placed a trail of kisses along his collarbone
"So why are you all over me?"
Boris clenched his jaw, probably fighting the temptation to answer again with action. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, taking in all the sensations he was going through. He was a hard one to melt.
"I would say you are all over me."
"You are not complaining," responded Kai, biting him this time.
"I am drunk." Boris tried to defend himself.
"It is not a good excuse."
"I get horny when I am drunk."
"Interesting." Kai pulled him even closer. They were speaking so softly, but they had no problem hearing each other.
"How do we solve this hornyness?"
"Does that word even exists?"
"I am drunk as well, remember?" Kai said smirking and realizing he would have wanted another glass of wine. "So don’t change the subject."
The younger boy reached with one hand to the bulge of his pants taking him by surprise.
"What?" Boris let a short sound out but regained his composure trying to look like he was in control and not just shifting from one mental state to the other. Kai looked at him, a sudden change in his expression that he could recognize as the sudden formation of a new winning strategy in a battle. "Do you want to suck me off?"
Kai tried to not react while Boris's smirk got larger. It wasn’t difficult to reconstruct his line of thought, he knew how he was perceived, what people thought of him. Kai Hiwatari wouldn’t do anything like this, Kai Hiwatari would not do that to Boris. He wanted to see him back off, that was the only way to maintain a minimum of control.
"It can be an idea."
Boris was taken aback. His plan was completely backfiring.
"Well, start picturing me getting on my knees and sucking your dick."
He was torturing him. Of course, he already started to picture the scene, getting even harder.
"Just tell me something nice and I could do it."
"Something nice?"
Drunk Kai was a continuous surprise.
"Yes, for example, how do you feel about me?" Kai was playing innocent, striking directly to his pride and his composure.
It was clear in his lust-filled eyes, Boris really wanted to see him working on his dick.
"You are… attractive."
"Attractive… in general? Or to you?"
Kai moved again his hips forward giving Boris shivers. He couldn’t go on for longer.
"Ok, you are fucking sexy and I have been fantasizing over you for weeks, happy?"
The complacent smirk he returned answered for him. Of course, he was.
50 points to Slytherin.
"Now, you better be good." Boris tried to regain his pride and it was not that difficult seeing him sliding down towards the floor. He almost missed his comment "Never got any complaint".