3 Works by Jay_Grace in SK8 the Infinity (Anime)
“Y'know,” Kojiro said, drawing Kaoru's attention, “Adam's been eyeing you a lot, lately,”
“Y'think?” His voice pitched slightly. He was trying so hard to sound nonchalant, luckily Kojiro knew him better than that.
“For sure, I think he'll probably ask you out soon,” Kojiro, unlike his friend, was excellent at sounding nonchalant. Kaoru's pencil stopped for a second. When the scratching picked up again, Kojiro noticed there weren't any real words being written, only vague scribbles that imitated writing. Kaoru hummed, chancing a glance up at Kojiro.
The quick flash of yellow veiled behind long eyelashes was enough to make Kojiro's heart skip. He swallowed against the lump in his throat. Kaoru wasn't going to bring this up on his own, and, well, if Adam made him happy, then that was enough, right? Right.
A few beats of silence passed before Kaoru spoke again.
“I don't really know much about dating,” his voice trailed off towards the end, pencil abandoned in favor of picking at his nail polish.
“What if you did?”
“What do you say, Kojiro,” Adam purred, lightly stroking Kojiro's chin where it was trapped between his fingers.
“I-” Kojiro swallowed around the lump forming in his throat, “I don't like you,”
Adam hummed, drifting closer so he could smooth a manicured hand down Kojiro's chest, resting at the base of his stomach.
“That's not what I asked, was it?” Adam was close now, closer than he'd ever been before. Kojiro could count his eyelashes if he wanted to.
He swallowed again, lips parting when Adam followed the motion with hungry eyes. He didn't like Adam, not like he liked Cherry, but he couldn't deny that Adam was attractive. Even if he tried, the physical toll Adam's presence caused was enough to give him away. His palms were growing sweaty, his breath was coming in short bursts, and there was a heat compiling in his lower stomach. Adam smirked, eyelids dropping in a slow blink.
Adam/Joe fwb. idk what else to say here.
“Kojiro’s sweet…” Adam started, lip twitching into a smile, “but there’s not much behind the eyes,” his own eyes sparkled, meeting Kaoru’s as if they were sharing an inside joke. Kaoru laughed, suddenly breathless.
“you haven’t tasted his cooking,” Kaoru said, figuring he should at least try to defend his friend. Adam hummed, sipping the drink the waiter dropped off during their conversation.
“not as good as the food here, I bet,” he said. ‘not as good as what I can offer you,’ Kaoru heard, reading between the lines.
Adam’s eyes hadn’t left his, even as his head dipped down to taste the overpriced wine. Kaoru knew it was overpriced; he’d had the same kind a few months back at a party his parents threw. It was okay back then, but here, with the dim lighting and Adam’s raking gaze, it tasted like pure ecstasy
aka: being with Adam is like a dream, until it all comes crashing down.