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It's been a while since their first kiss, though regardless of how many days has went by, they did share kisses whenever they could. With their relationship still being a secret, it was difficult to find the right times to kiss. Too many people during school hours, and if they ended up being two of the first people to arrive at the club room, someone would think something was up. Arakita would mostly come to Toudou's room, though, with a book and papers, making it seem like he was there for schoolwork help. Toudou would laugh about it, saying something about how the problem was so simple he couldn't believe Arakita couldn't solve it. He'd let him in, telling him to sit down and he'll walk him through it. Though once the door was shut, Arakita would grab him and turn him around, pressing his back against the door.
After that, the next thing he knew, he was spun around, pushed up against the hard surface of the door, with hands on his shoulders, and Arakita leaning for a kiss. Toudou would move his head away and ask about the schoolwork, where Arakita froze before snorting, calling Toudou a dunce before locking his lips with the shorter males. After the third or fourth time of Arakita using that excuse, he finally realized what Arakita really came for. After that, he would go and kiss him first sometimes, which would catch the all-rounder off guard sometimes, though he allowed it since he really did enjoyed when Toudou was forward, especially since the third-year climber was the one who kissed him for their first kiss.
Thanks to Toudou's many different flavours of chapstick, his lips would have a different flavour each day they would share a kiss, to the point where they'd make a game out of it. Arakita would get three tries to kiss, which in most cases he would really need those three tries, sometimes even an extra fourth before being able to guess. It started to become easier for him to guess after a while, which Toudou was pleased by though would try to make their next kisses difficult by mixing different flavours of chapstick.
After a while, their kisses became longer and Arakita would get Toudou to part his lips so their kisses could be deeper. Hesitant at firs,t but Toudou warmed up to the idea and allowed it. Their tongues would intertwine and rub up against his each other, and even if Toudou didn't like the taste of Bepsi that lingered on Arakita's tongue, he did enjoy the kiss. Deep kisses didn't last a long time, but they enjoyed them, the both of them panting.
It was Tuesday, before cycling club began, when Toudou walked into the club room to see Arakita already there.
“This is a first.” Toudou mentions, walking over to his locker and opening it, resting his schoolbag in it. “I would think you would have went to a vending machine first to grab a Bepsi before coming here.”
“Came prepared.” Arakita responds, raising a one-liter bottle of his favourite drink to show the climber before setting it back down on the floor. “Shame I arrived before the princess, isn't it?”
“Eh, well,” Toudou starts, giving a shrug as he strips out of the upper half of his uniform, starting to fold the articles of clothing. “it doesn't really matter. Since if I'm a princess, that makes you my prince since you're dating me. That makes you royalty, too, Arakita.”
“Its corny shit like that that makes me want you to shut the hell up.”
“Why don't you make me?”
Arakita turns his head around, to see the smug smirk on Toudou's lips. He thinks about it, glancing at the clock for a moment before a grin goes across his lips and he walks across the room, tugging on the upper half of his cycling uniform though not bothering with zippering it. It's not long until Toudou's chin is in Arakita's right hand, his left cupping his cheek. Their lips lock and both of them hum with content. It was dangerous to kiss in the club room, though at this moment they don't care. A few seconds pass and Arakita pulls away, running his tongue across his lower lip.
“Your lips taste like a damn smoothie this time.” Arakita mentions as Toudou's slipping on his cycling uniform and zipping up the upper half of it. “Strawberry banana?”
“You're right about that. It's a mix stick. Strawberry on one side, banana on the other. I just combined them.”
“Huh. Interesting.”
He's kissing him again as Toudou's undoing the belt that's around the loops of his school uniform pants and the door opens, though they don't realize it at first. Though they hear a cough, making their eyes open and go wide, pulling back, with heads going towards the door. Fukutomi's standing there, with Izumida and Shinkai. Arakita's face feels hot enough that he swears there's steam coming from him and Toudou doesn't know if he's horrified or embarrassed at this moment.
“Manami was saying something about you two trying to work out your bickering relationship,” Fukutomi says, fixing his schoolbag on his shoulder. “I had no idea he meant this.”
“It seems to me they are getting along really well, Juichi.” Shinkai mentions, giving a grin at the two flustered males in front of them. “Perhaps we should come back later.”
“Fuckin' hell, you're acting like we were about to have sex!” Arakita shouts and Toudou's pale face now has a tint of red, right on his cheeks. “We wouldn't do that here. This moron wanted me to make him shut him up.”
“Looks like you managed to that pretty well; he's speechless right now!” Izumida takes note of in which all eyes dart to the third-year climber.
“Are you alright, Jinpachi?”
“Yeah! Never better!” Toudou manages to get out, nearly shouting out his response. “Just, uh, light headed. I need to sit down.”
“Get rid of those damn headbands and maybe you'd feel better.”
“My headbands have nothing to do with it, Arakita.”
“I don't mind you two having this sort of relationship.” Fukutomi tells them both, making them turn their heads, raising their eyebrows in shock. “As long as you don't let if affect your performance during practice and races.”
“Understood, Fuku..”
“And next time you kiss, make sure you don't make it look like you two will engage in intercourse.”
Toudou's cheeks turn hot, colour visible on his cheeks as intercourse was brought up again. He never did like sexual topics, and even though he never admitted it, he's sure everyone knew about it. Especially Makishima when he talks about his gravure magazines whenever they talk on the phone and Toudou ends up a stammering mess. But he nods, slowly, showing Fukutomi he understood. Arakita tells the blond he understands as well, and after the conversation, it was quiet, other than lockers opening and the sound of the persons in the room changing. Once they were all changed, they started on the rollers, as always, though before Arakita and Toudou left, Toudou glances over at his boyfriend.
“Well,” Toudou starts off by saying, giving him a small smile. “at least they didn't find out by me calling you my boyfriend, right?”
“I would have preferred that than finding out when we were kissing honestly.” Arakita responds, arms going over his chest. “This is your fault.”
“You could have said something snarky instead. I can't help that my lips are too sweet for you to stop kissing them.”
“You're really annoying, you know that?”
“You love me regardless of that, even if I find it untrue.”
Arakita rolls eyes, muttering a whatever before catching up with the rest so they didn't think they were kissing in the club room again.