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fliccuStrawberry Swing
Kusano/Tegoshi
PG
1098 words
i've been dying to write more kusatego for ages now, and this weird piece kind of just came out. completely unplanned and weird, sorry about that, but lul whutevarz.
It’s August, 1994. Kusano is six years old, bright eyed and bushy tailed and filled to the brim with a childlike optimism that yearns to be jaded.
That’s when a new family move in over the road, a mother and a grandmother and—Kusano smiles when his father tells him there’s a boy his age, slightly older, a mischievous quirk of the lips and flash of the eyes.
When he goes over that evening, asked his mother to make sure it was okay, he skulks along behind the garden fence in the fading light, peeks through the overgrown hedgerows and sees a small figure on the swing set.
He jumps the fence, warm smile on his face, and calls out.
“What’s your name?” Kusano starts when the boy screams, a high pitched and shrill sound that would put Kusano’s sisters to shame. The tiny boy sits up onto his knees, regards Kusano suspiciously for a moment before breaking out into a large, sincere smile.
He stands and, when Kusano takes a confident step closer, holds out his hand.
“I’m Tegoshi.”
-
Five years later, Kusano and Tegoshi are nigh inseparable.
Tegoshi is older by four months, that means I’m your senpai!, slightly taller but slighter in stature, all chubby cheeks and large eyes. Tegoshi, Kusano soon learns, is also very intelligent.
“Kusa,” Tegoshi whispers under his breath. They’re eleven now, older but none the wiser. Kusano protects Tegoshi from bullies – older boys, with bulging muscles and jagged teeth. Tegoshi lets Kusano copy his maths homework.
Kusano rolls over. It’s twelve pm, the middle of one of their twice weekly sleepover sessions – they alternate houses, start with two sleeping bags, always end up with one – and Tegoshi is curled tightly against Kusano’s side.
“What?”
Tegoshi pauses for a moment and Kusano can see the moon reflecting in the pools of his eyes. There’s a funny feeling in his stomach, almost like butterflies. Kusano puts it down to his mother’s cooking.
“Your feet are cold.”
-
When they’re sixteen, they cut the sleepovers down to once a fortnight. They hang out with other people, make more friends – acquaintances, Kusano likes to call them as he links his legs over Tegoshi’s knees, calculus notes spread out on the floor in front of them.
Sometimes, Kusano doesn’t see Tegoshi for a full day and he isn’t sure why he suddenly feels so lost as he flicks open his phone, hovers over Tegoshi’s number – not sure why he bothers, he’s always been speed dial 1 – and throws it onto the bed in frustration.
-
Kusano breaks up with his girlfriend two weeks after his eighteenth birthday. Tegoshi schedules their sleepover a week early.
“S’not like I cared about her,” Kusano murmurs drunkenly, waving a half empty bottle of soju in the air before handing it to Tegoshi. They’d bought it from the Korean off licenser down the street, Mr. Kim raising an amused eyebrow as he packaged the bottle, Kusano’s arm slung around Tegoshi’s waist.
“S’just… just the principle- why would she cheat on me?” He trails off quietly and blinks up at Tegoshi with sad, almost comical, eyes. “You… you wouldn’t cheat on me wou-“ he hiccups, “would you, Yuuuuuya?”
Tegoshi just shakes his head vigorously, like a wet dog, and they both break into unstoppable peals of laughter when he topples off the bed and into a pile of dirty washing, soju spilling onto the carpet.
-
That night, they share Kusano’s bed, pressed together, unnecessarily close, skin sticky with sweat and soju.
Tegoshi can’t sleep, head still spinning and pleasantly buzzed, so he takes to trailing his fingers over the soft skin of Kusano’s stomach. Kusano murmurs softly, eyes half shut and hair stuck to his face, and curls his legs around Tegoshi’s, pulls him closer by the waistband of his boxers.
Tegoshi giggles, presses his face into Kusano’s neck.
“I wouldn’t ever cheat on you.”
-
When Kusano wakes up in the morning, 5am his mind sleepily informs him, Tegoshi stuck to his side like an overgrown leech and feeling the after effects of the best wet dream he’s ever had, Kusano isn’t sure how much longer he can try to deny his overly friendly feelings towards the other boy.
-
“Tegoshi,” Kusano grabs the boy gently by the wrist. It’s summer, the heat stifling, sweat running down Kusano’s back and turning his school shirt transparent.
Tegoshi just smiles, waves goodbye to Masuda – Kusano doesn’t know the older boy well, some friend of Tegoshi’s who happened to be friends with Koyama, who’s a friend of Kusano’s – turns to Kusano with complete trust in his eyes. Kusano hesitates.
“What’s wrong?”
Kusano is about to let go, wave the other boy off, turn tail and run, but the words are out of his mouth before he can even think about stopping them.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
Tegoshi’s eyes flash briefly with surprise, his mouth forming a tiny ‘o’ as he shakes his head. Kusano, for the first time in his life, is terrified that Tegoshi, tiny little Tegoshi that used to cry when the older boys stole his dinner, is going to kill him.
But he just laughs, Kusano is sure that the ground is going to swallow him up at any minute, pulls Kusano closer, and kisses him.
Kusano freezes. Tegoshi has his tongue in Kusano’s mouth, fingers slipping under Kusano’s shirt, and the only thought Kusano can even think of processing is i must stink.
“I was just saying to Masuda,” Tegoshi says when he pulls away, casual and calm as you like, “that I wondered when you were ever going to do anything. All that repression of your sexual desires!” Tegoshi tuts and shakes his head. “Honestly.”
All Kusano can do is gape before Tegoshi takes pity on him – the staring is starting to get on his nerves – and drags his lifeless body into the unoccupied shade of the school building.
“You knew!?” Kusano is nothing short of aghast. Tegoshi grins and Kusano makes to protest again but Tegoshi cuts him off, fingers pressed lightly against his lips.
“I knew. Everyone knew.” Tegoshi looks briefly troubled. “Shige said it was something you had to figure out on your own.”
Kusano isn’t sure whether he wants to throttle Shige or kiss him, but he’s saved from making any kind of decision when Tegoshi leans in close, presses chest to chest and stands up on his tip toes, devious smirk on his face.
“I think we need to reschedule our next sleepover.”
Kusano can’t argue with that.
Kusano/Tegoshi
PG
1098 words
i've been dying to write more kusatego for ages now, and this weird piece kind of just came out. completely unplanned and weird, sorry about that, but lul whutevarz.
It’s August, 1994. Kusano is six years old, bright eyed and bushy tailed and filled to the brim with a childlike optimism that yearns to be jaded.
That’s when a new family move in over the road, a mother and a grandmother and—Kusano smiles when his father tells him there’s a boy his age, slightly older, a mischievous quirk of the lips and flash of the eyes.
When he goes over that evening, asked his mother to make sure it was okay, he skulks along behind the garden fence in the fading light, peeks through the overgrown hedgerows and sees a small figure on the swing set.
He jumps the fence, warm smile on his face, and calls out.
“What’s your name?” Kusano starts when the boy screams, a high pitched and shrill sound that would put Kusano’s sisters to shame. The tiny boy sits up onto his knees, regards Kusano suspiciously for a moment before breaking out into a large, sincere smile.
He stands and, when Kusano takes a confident step closer, holds out his hand.
“I’m Tegoshi.”
-
Five years later, Kusano and Tegoshi are nigh inseparable.
Tegoshi is older by four months, that means I’m your senpai!, slightly taller but slighter in stature, all chubby cheeks and large eyes. Tegoshi, Kusano soon learns, is also very intelligent.
“Kusa,” Tegoshi whispers under his breath. They’re eleven now, older but none the wiser. Kusano protects Tegoshi from bullies – older boys, with bulging muscles and jagged teeth. Tegoshi lets Kusano copy his maths homework.
Kusano rolls over. It’s twelve pm, the middle of one of their twice weekly sleepover sessions – they alternate houses, start with two sleeping bags, always end up with one – and Tegoshi is curled tightly against Kusano’s side.
“What?”
Tegoshi pauses for a moment and Kusano can see the moon reflecting in the pools of his eyes. There’s a funny feeling in his stomach, almost like butterflies. Kusano puts it down to his mother’s cooking.
“Your feet are cold.”
-
When they’re sixteen, they cut the sleepovers down to once a fortnight. They hang out with other people, make more friends – acquaintances, Kusano likes to call them as he links his legs over Tegoshi’s knees, calculus notes spread out on the floor in front of them.
Sometimes, Kusano doesn’t see Tegoshi for a full day and he isn’t sure why he suddenly feels so lost as he flicks open his phone, hovers over Tegoshi’s number – not sure why he bothers, he’s always been speed dial 1 – and throws it onto the bed in frustration.
-
Kusano breaks up with his girlfriend two weeks after his eighteenth birthday. Tegoshi schedules their sleepover a week early.
“S’not like I cared about her,” Kusano murmurs drunkenly, waving a half empty bottle of soju in the air before handing it to Tegoshi. They’d bought it from the Korean off licenser down the street, Mr. Kim raising an amused eyebrow as he packaged the bottle, Kusano’s arm slung around Tegoshi’s waist.
“S’just… just the principle- why would she cheat on me?” He trails off quietly and blinks up at Tegoshi with sad, almost comical, eyes. “You… you wouldn’t cheat on me wou-“ he hiccups, “would you, Yuuuuuya?”
Tegoshi just shakes his head vigorously, like a wet dog, and they both break into unstoppable peals of laughter when he topples off the bed and into a pile of dirty washing, soju spilling onto the carpet.
-
That night, they share Kusano’s bed, pressed together, unnecessarily close, skin sticky with sweat and soju.
Tegoshi can’t sleep, head still spinning and pleasantly buzzed, so he takes to trailing his fingers over the soft skin of Kusano’s stomach. Kusano murmurs softly, eyes half shut and hair stuck to his face, and curls his legs around Tegoshi’s, pulls him closer by the waistband of his boxers.
Tegoshi giggles, presses his face into Kusano’s neck.
“I wouldn’t ever cheat on you.”
-
When Kusano wakes up in the morning, 5am his mind sleepily informs him, Tegoshi stuck to his side like an overgrown leech and feeling the after effects of the best wet dream he’s ever had, Kusano isn’t sure how much longer he can try to deny his overly friendly feelings towards the other boy.
-
“Tegoshi,” Kusano grabs the boy gently by the wrist. It’s summer, the heat stifling, sweat running down Kusano’s back and turning his school shirt transparent.
Tegoshi just smiles, waves goodbye to Masuda – Kusano doesn’t know the older boy well, some friend of Tegoshi’s who happened to be friends with Koyama, who’s a friend of Kusano’s – turns to Kusano with complete trust in his eyes. Kusano hesitates.
“What’s wrong?”
Kusano is about to let go, wave the other boy off, turn tail and run, but the words are out of his mouth before he can even think about stopping them.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
Tegoshi’s eyes flash briefly with surprise, his mouth forming a tiny ‘o’ as he shakes his head. Kusano, for the first time in his life, is terrified that Tegoshi, tiny little Tegoshi that used to cry when the older boys stole his dinner, is going to kill him.
But he just laughs, Kusano is sure that the ground is going to swallow him up at any minute, pulls Kusano closer, and kisses him.
Kusano freezes. Tegoshi has his tongue in Kusano’s mouth, fingers slipping under Kusano’s shirt, and the only thought Kusano can even think of processing is i must stink.
“I was just saying to Masuda,” Tegoshi says when he pulls away, casual and calm as you like, “that I wondered when you were ever going to do anything. All that repression of your sexual desires!” Tegoshi tuts and shakes his head. “Honestly.”
All Kusano can do is gape before Tegoshi takes pity on him – the staring is starting to get on his nerves – and drags his lifeless body into the unoccupied shade of the school building.
“You knew!?” Kusano is nothing short of aghast. Tegoshi grins and Kusano makes to protest again but Tegoshi cuts him off, fingers pressed lightly against his lips.
“I knew. Everyone knew.” Tegoshi looks briefly troubled. “Shige said it was something you had to figure out on your own.”
Kusano isn’t sure whether he wants to throttle Shige or kiss him, but he’s saved from making any kind of decision when Tegoshi leans in close, presses chest to chest and stands up on his tip toes, devious smirk on his face.
“I think we need to reschedule our next sleepover.”
Kusano can’t argue with that.
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Date: 2008-10-23 07:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-23 04:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-23 06:15 pm (UTC)“I was just saying to Masuda,” Tegoshi says when he pulls away, casual and calm as you like, “that I wondered when you were ever going to do anything. All that repression of your sexual desires!” Tegoshi tuts and shakes his head. “Honestly.”
I love Tesshi. XD
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Date: 2008-10-23 09:01 pm (UTC)xDD! I love Tesshi too ♥
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Date: 2008-10-26 06:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-28 12:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-05 03:14 pm (UTC)Amy, you really know what to write ♥ it's totally cute and I couldn't help but notice how innocent Tegoshi seemed to be throughout the story but when it came to the later parts he started to get more "dirty" :D Just like our Tesshi :D
love ♥
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Date: 2008-11-05 03:16 pm (UTC)why am i the only one who writes kusatego? that's so sad ;;Eee thank you ♥
it's long, too! longlonglong :DDDI'm glad you enjoooooooyed it~ ♥no subject
Date: 2009-02-21 02:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-21 04:53 pm (UTC)