And it's not like Ryuji hasn't thought about this a ton, either. It's one of those things that he keeps telling himself he should just go for it, and then when the opportunity comes and he's thinking it's a pretty darn good time to steal that first kiss, he ends up being a complete chicken shit about it. Or, even when his courage isn't being called into question, they're busy going through a lot of other things at the same time and he doesn't know how to get that started. But he wanted to; when he thought he was going to die and couldn't touch Dave. When he came back to life after that weird nap of sorts and his body was returned to normal. When his best friend disappeared and Dave brought peace to him by the very merit of being someone he could hold onto and fall asleep with. And the moments that are way more subtle than those, too. Playing a video game and losing. Or winning, as an apology. While he's eating toast at the mess hall. Or times when he's trying to fall asleep and Dave's not there, too. Those thoughts go farther than kissing, though, and fuck, if he was ever asked about that he'd have to bring himself to straight up lie.
In the face of all those other opportunities, though, it was probably just as easy to ask and do it. The "yeah" was more than enough for Ryuji to want to make it happen, never mind the enthusiasm behind it or the way he shifts his body for it, and holy shit, he gets an idea that maybe Dave wanted this as much as he did. Which is. That's heavy, at least, for Ryuji. But the type of weight that's good, that conditions biceps, or something like that- because he can't deny how much he likes when he can't move by merit of his boyfriend just sprawling around or over him.
Cool, he's about to have his first kiss in the midst of cow pie, cowboy, and acorn heaven, as his heart stirs rapidly in his chest and his hand reaches upward to find Dave's hair mingled between fingers. It's happening. It's really fucking happening. He can feel breathing against his own lips, and just as he's about to press upward, of course.
OF COURSE.
The lights in the entire station go out. Christa forgot to pay the electric bill.]
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And it's not like Ryuji hasn't thought about this a ton, either. It's one of those things that he keeps telling himself he should just go for it, and then when the opportunity comes and he's thinking it's a pretty darn good time to steal that first kiss, he ends up being a complete chicken shit about it. Or, even when his courage isn't being called into question, they're busy going through a lot of other things at the same time and he doesn't know how to get that started. But he wanted to; when he thought he was going to die and couldn't touch Dave. When he came back to life after that weird nap of sorts and his body was returned to normal. When his best friend disappeared and Dave brought peace to him by the very merit of being someone he could hold onto and fall asleep with. And the moments that are way more subtle than those, too. Playing a video game and losing. Or winning, as an apology. While he's eating toast at the mess hall. Or times when he's trying to fall asleep and Dave's not there, too. Those thoughts go farther than kissing, though, and fuck, if he was ever asked about that he'd have to bring himself to straight up lie.
In the face of all those other opportunities, though, it was probably just as easy to ask and do it. The "yeah" was more than enough for Ryuji to want to make it happen, never mind the enthusiasm behind it or the way he shifts his body for it, and holy shit, he gets an idea that maybe Dave wanted this as much as he did. Which is. That's heavy, at least, for Ryuji. But the type of weight that's good, that conditions biceps, or something like that- because he can't deny how much he likes when he can't move by merit of his boyfriend just sprawling around or over him.
Cool, he's about to have his first kiss in the midst of cow pie, cowboy, and acorn heaven, as his heart stirs rapidly in his chest and his hand reaches upward to find Dave's hair mingled between fingers. It's happening. It's really fucking happening. He can feel breathing against his own lips, and just as he's about to press upward, of course.
OF COURSE.
The lights in the entire station go out. Christa forgot to pay the electric bill.]
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