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“I don’t know what to do,” Fujima concluded with a sigh, twirling his straw through his boba balls, setting another puff of milk drifting through the ice of his tea.
Sendoh leaned back, folded his arms, and stared up at the ceiling. A single ceiling fan was rotating too slowly to do anything about the uncomfortable heat. It was certainly summer. Around them, the usually bustling cafe was lethargic and slow, as if everyone were affected by the hot sticky air.
“We should go somewhere with air conditioning,” he said.
A small pastry hit him in the side of the face with uncanny accuracy and stuck there like a big flaky polkadot. “Did you hear anything I said?!”
Sendoh lifted one large hand and carefully peeled the morsel off his cheek. A sticky smudge of lemon curd remained behind. He lifted an eyebrow and gave Fujima a look. The coach-come-captain of Shoyo was pouting. For a supposed genius, he sure did have a childish streak. Sendoh sometimes half wondered how he’d got into this friendship in the first place.
“You like Maki,” Sendoh said, lifting a tissue and wiping the lemony goo from his face. “But you don’t know if you like him enough to fuck him.”
Fujima’s jaw dropped open. “Don’t say it so loud!”
Sendoh gave a shrug and pretended to fiddle with the tissue on the table to hide his smirk. “Well,” he concluded. “I don’t know what you expect me to say about it.”
Fujima glared at him and took a long, noisy slurp of his sweet milk tea. “Have you ever…?” he asked finally, “You know.”
Sendoh lifted an eyebrow. “What?”
“...with a guy?”
Sendoh snorted. “No.”
“Oh.”
There was silence. Sendoh reached for another lemon tart and fit the whole thing comfortably into his mouth. Fujima watched him tensely. The way his tongue curled pink at the corner of his mouth, catching crumbs. His long fingers twisting the tissue. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment at the sensation of the sweet and sour curd filling his mouth. Fujima swallowed.
“Would you?”
Sendoh’s eyes slowly opened and focused on him again. “Fuck a guy?” he asked.
Fujima nodded dumbly, breath held.
Sendoh did not dismiss this suggestion immediately as Fujima had half feared he would. He seemed to be legitimately lulling it over. It was no secret that Sendoh Akira was rather adventurous. As far as Fujima knew, he’d only had a couple of girlfriends – both older, college students – but even so, his reputation had travelled fast. Perhaps it was mostly just gossip fuelled by the fanciful daydreams of starstruck admirers. It was hard to say for sure. Still, Fujima had always had the impression that there wasn’t much Sendoh Akira wouldn’t at least… try. That was just his personality. Someone who was there to sample each and every flavour of life on offer. The sort of person who, when faced with the menu, ordered something different every time.
“I guess...” Sendoh concluded thoughtfully, “...maybe.”
Fujima allowed himself to release his breath. He tilted his head a little, wondering if perhaps Sendoh had had someone specific in mind when he’d answered like that. He resisted the temptation to ask.
“What about me?” he asked instead.
Sendoh’s head lifted. “What do you mean?”
“Would you...” Fujima forced himself to say, taking a quick breath, “...fuck me?”
Sendoh’s brows crinkled together in confusion. “You mean like… hypothetically?”
Fujima slowly shook his head.
“Kenji,” Sendoh stared at him. “What are you trying to say?”
Fujima closed his eyes and gave a frustrated groan. “I just… want to know,” he replied. “What it’s like. Or… if I like it. Or… if I can even do it. I just...” he heaved a sigh. “I don’t want to chase him, only to find out that... I can’t. You know?”
Sendoh rubbed his temples with his index fingers. “That is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard.”
"Yeah..." Fujima gave an awkward laugh, "I guess so." He peered at Sendoh across the table, waiting. There was a long silence. “Well?" Fujima asked eventually. "Are you up for it?”
Sendoh let out a long and dramatic sigh, dropping his hands to his lap and looking up at his friend. His stare made Fujima's breath stick.
Sendoh was as magnetically handsome as always. His jaw perfectly chiselled, and his eyes kind. An unbearable mixture of hotness and goodness. All innocence and experience both. The sort of face that captured hearts with each careless glance. “Yeah,” he said, his voice low and stirring in Fujima's chest. He shrugged. “Yeah, sure. I'm in. Why not?”
-tbc