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"Fuck, you're disgusting."
"...What?"
"Yeah, you heard me, you're disgusting." Len locks onto his eyes, not letting him leave. Backing him into the darkened alley more with each step, he scans up and down his body. "The fuck did you do to yourself, anyways? You know that's irreversible, right? And you think I'd spend a minute undressing you?"
Shuu's heart races. His throat gets warm as his lip quivers. "And now you're gonna cry?"
"No!"
"Oh, come on, knock it off, will you?" Reaching out a hand, Len grabs his hair rough. "You pussy."
"Len...!"
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"Shuu, I'm right here, what the hell's a matter with you?"
Gasping, Shuu jerks up, nearly hitting his head on the top of his bunk. Speaking of his head, there's a hand against it, feeling his temperature. Looking to his right, he realizes it's Len, and swallows hard. His eyes dart back and forth, scanning his face for any sign of anger -- but there is none, or at least, he can't find any.
"Dude -- are you good?" Len leans in, looking at his face as he moves, allowing the moonlight seeping through the window to brighten his friend's skin. "What's the matter? You're looking at me like I killed someone."
"Oh-- god, I'm sorry -- you didn't do anything." He sniffs, rubbing his eyes -- he can't see shit, his glasses tucked neatly into his suitcase, but can tell that Len's not mad, or a danger to him.
"Hey." The boy scoots into the bunk with him, motioning for him to scoot so he can fit. "If I did anything that made you uncomfortable ... let me know."
Shuu meets his eyes, fidgeting with his fingers. "No, I -- you didn't do anything. I just-" he huffs, feeling embarrassed as he admits, "I have these dreams. They're -- they're just where everyone leaves me, and, you'd told me -- well, I don't know, I can't remember," he fibs, "but it was obviously not good. Not -- not that I think of you that way, you're not like that--"
"So it's intrusive," the blonde replies. "No, I get that. You can't control those."
"Mm..." his words make him feel a bit better.
Len nods, swallowing. "Thank you for going out with me last night. I needed a break from the girls."
"Ah, it's nothing," Shuu smiles.
"Maybe to you it was nothing, yeah. But to me, it was a lot. Felt good ... I could listen to you go on about stuff for hours, I'on care what it is... it could be Algebra, for all I care."
"The one thing you failed?" he asks, remembering their discussion about how badly he'd failed that class -- a total of three times -- from their outing.
"Yeah." He'd give his friend a welcoming smile, reaching out and taking his hands into his own. "Can we do it again, sometime?"
Shuu runs his fingers over his friend's knuckles. God, his hands are so warm and soft, and his nails are cute little stubs, something he'd always found so cute and boyish about him. "Yeah, anytime. That'd be nice..."
"Cool." Their eyes meeting again, Len blurts out, "You threw up on my jacket."
"What-!?"
A dumb laugh escapes his face. "I'm fucking with you, I'm fucking with you!" Through the giggles, he meets Shuu's blue gaze, looking embarrassed, flustered as he covers his face. "You shithead, I was about ready to kill myself there," he groans.
"Well, if you did, I'd come with you, so we can be together forever."
"Why? You gay, or something?"
"Mm, maybe." Len sticks his tongue out a bit. "You ever seen me with a girl?"
Thinking about it, no, he hadn't. The only girl he'd really hang out with is his own sister, but that doesn't count. Not at all. So, Shuu shakes his head.
"Exactly. I think I'm into kissin' boys, what about you?"
"Oh. Uhm -- wow..." a swallow, "I mean... Hm." Scratching his bicep through the cotton sleeve, the singer looks around. "God, I've -- I've never even kissed anyone before, man, I'm a loser, so, I ... probably can't answer that..."
"Mm." His friend rests his face against his hand. "I could show you, sometime. Just as friends though, y'know. Buds..."
Shuu's heart fluttering, he bites his lip, and looks around. Maybe he's still a bit tipsy, but he's really considering it. Seeing that the bunks are pretty silent again, he takes a leap of faith and reaches his hand out, cupping his cheek, brushing some yellow hair out of the way. He can feel the slight fuzz on his jawline, making him feel some kind of way, something he's not really felt much before. Leaning in, Len parts his lips, whispering, "Go ahead."
Staring at his lips, they're soft, pink, glossy and moisturized. Deciding it's now or never, he stops biting his lip, and leans in -- he can smell the slight Bloody Mary still on his friend's lips, making his mouth water, weirdly. Shuu leans in some more,
before they're cut off by the honking of a horn and screeching of brakes. The bus driver had suddenly stopped, presumably being cut off. It jerks them both forward, and instead of a romantic embrace, Shuu's thrown over Len, making the situation even more awkward.
"Shit -- are you good?" the guitarist exclaims, wondering if he hurt him.
"Mgh- forget about me, did that bucko run someone over?"
Shuu exhales, assuming he's fine. He scooches aside, sitting up. "We should really get some sleep, man."
Len groans. "Some entity didn't want that happening..." he scoots to the edge of the bunk, ruffling his friend's hair before adjusting his own loose ponytail. "I'll see you in the morning. Get some rest, yeah? We got some soundcheck to do..."
"Yeah, I will," as he feels the bus kick back into motion, pulling out onto the highway. "Thanks, Len."
"Mmhm. Night," as he's crawling up the short ladder and into his bed.