“Is it supposed to feel like that?”

“How am I supposed to know?  Does it look like I’ve done this before?”

“It was your idea!  You should at least know how to do it!”

“Well… maybe like this?”

“Hm… well that is better.  That doesn’t actually feel that bad…”

Oishi, face burning, could take no more.  It was one thing for two club members to be… together that way (he didn’t mind, he was even happy for them), but it was quite another thing to be engaging in such activities at school, during club time.

So, ignoring Kikumaru’s giggles and Inui’s frantic scribbling, Oishi rounded the corner, full prepared to face whatever it was he was going to see.

Well, almost anything.

What greeted him was not what he thought it was going to be, and in fact, in some ways it worse.  There, sitting against the back of the club house was Momoshiro and Ryoma, side by side, a small white, smoking stick hanging from Momoshiro’s fingers.  Oishi stared at them, and they stared back, vaguely the two parties heard Kikumaru gasp and Inui mutter and scribble, but neither really moved.

It was, however, Oishi that recovered first, anger and disappointment replacing his mortification.  “What do you think you are doing?” He demanded, eyes wide.  “Put that out this instant!”

They moved then, Momoshiro first, pulling himself to his feet and dropping the cigarette, crushing it under his heel.  He, at least, looked ashamed, red tingeing his cheeks.  Ryoma, however, looked virtually the same, though he did tug his hat down lower over his face.  “Ahh… Oishi-senpai…”

“This is inexcusable!” Oishi went on, raving in a way he did when he was afraid for his team.  “Smoking?!  What were you thinking?  100, no 200 laps!  Now!”  With that, Oishi, who was too stunned and infuriated to think properly, whirled and stormed away, dragging Kikumaru by the arm as he did so.  Inui raised an eyebrow at the two younger boys before turning away also, still scribbling away.

When they were gone, Momoshiro let out a relieved sigh, shoving his hands in his pockets.  “That was close…” He glanced down at Ryoma, “Good thing we heard them coming… but Echizen… where did you get them and why did you have them?”

Ryoma shrugged, finally looking up, a sly look in his eyes.  “Karupin was playing with the pack this morning, must have dropped them into my bag by accident.”

The tall boy gave his best friend a skeptical look, before hooking his arm around Ryoma’s neck.  “Just so long as you don’t actually start smoking.  Though now we’ll have to deal with the fall out of your little plan… 200 laps!”

“Che.”

Momoshiro grinned, easily picking Ryoma up off his feet, scooping up bridal style, much to the said boy’s mortification.  Cuddling the smaller boy against his chest, Momoshiro kissed him.

“Ugh, you taste like cigarette.”

“Your fault, not mine!”

“Echizen!  Momoshiro!  I said now!”

Momo dropped Ryoma in a flash, his grin even wider.  “Bet I get done before you even get to 100.”

Ryoma picked himself up off the ground with a scowl, straightening his hat.  “Mada mada…”

“Dane!”  And Momo was off, Ryoma trailing closely on his heels.

“Can I find God in your pants?”

He stared at the sandy haired boy, not entirely sure what to make of him.  Now, Kawamura Takashi had known this particular boy for quite some time, and the boy had said many a strange thing, but this was by far the strangest.  Just what did you say to that?

Being who he was, the full innuendo didn’t hit Taka for a few moments, but when it did, he turned scarlet, sputtering in a way that could only be caused by Fuji.

If at all possible, Fuji’s smile widened, taking on a bit of a sinister turn.  “Ne Taka-san?”

“Uh…” was all that Taka could sputter in reply. 

The dark-blond boy moved forward, his hands brushing the muscles of Taka’s abdomen.  “I have a feeling,” he murmured, eyes opening to look up at the flustered boy, “That I just might.”

“Well…. er…”

Taka’s stammering was muffled when Fuji laid his lips over his.  This of course, only caused the inferno to burn brighter, though it was accompanied by a different kind of heat.  One that was associated with other parts of his body.  Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around Fuji’s back, all too aware of Fuji’s hands that were doing funny things to his emotions.

It was a long time before Fuji parted their lips, yet even as he did so his creepy smile was still in place.  “Don’t worry, Taka-san,” he whispered, running his tongue over his bottom lip, a dark look in his cerulean eyes.  “Your secret’s safe with me.”