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[It's summer and that is, in most cases? Pretty boring fair in Mayfield. So Pokey, being the good samaritan that he is, has taken it upon himself to make sure his friend doesn't get bored either.

That is to say, he's decided now would be a good moment to ambush Slugger with a water balloon the moment he sees him outside. Pokey's helpfully, in fact, loaded up a wagon full of them that he's brought with him. You know. For ammunition.]

[Pokey is in luck! His intended target happens to be rolling up the street on his skates the moment Pokey sets out in search of him. Upon catching sight of Pokey, Slugger smirks and begins rolling to a stop at the end of the driveway.]

Hey, loser.

[His eyes drop to the wagon loaded with water balloons. What could Pokey be doing with those?]

[And Pokey just matches his friend smirk for smirk.]

Hey ugly.

Kinda hot out, huh?

[Because Pokey, in all his glory, is just the most subtle person in the world.]

[Still smirking, he nods.]

You gonna hit me?

What, no! That'd be pointless and I couldn't hit you anyway. I mean-

[And then he'll just pick up a balloon and throw it at Slugger, because he is of course the best at feinting ever.]

[He'd be a fool not to expect that. Slugger gingerly catches the balloon without popping it, though it makes an ominous rubbery sloshing sound when caught.]

Thanks~

[Thinking he's clever, he offers a fox-like grin and raises the balloon to pitch it back at Pokey. That's when it explodes in his hand like a faulty grenade, drenching his arm.]

Dammit.

[Pokey just backs up, defensively, for a moment-

And then bursts into laughter as Slugger gets drenched. Serious laughter, just fighting not dropping to his knees at it.]

[Unamused, Slugger shakes water from his hand, but the sour look on his face is short lived and soon enough he's smirking again.

Never missing an opportunity, he races up the driveway to steal a balloon from Pokey's arsenal while Pokey is still laughing. If he manages to grab one, Pokey can expect a balloon sailing toward his head.]

[Yeah, Pokey is way too occupied with his laughter to notice the watery danger sailing towards his face. It hits easily, drenching him.

He wipes his face a bit, frowning, before trying to rush towards the cart himself and get a balloon to return fire.]

[He sees you coming, Pokey, so he's going to stash a few balloons in his arm and back away to whip them at you properly. He's got every intention of soaking you from head to foot.]

[Pokey is the master of observation. Or not really, because the moment he gets to the cart the little idiot is just going to start throwing balloon after balloon at Slugger that he can, without noticing the fact Slugger has some stashed away.]

[Slugger dodges the first few by swerving one way or the other over the driveway and grins mockingly.]

Oh, too slooow~

[Of course, the moment he says it, Pokey's aim seems to get increasingly better and the next one is a direct hit to the chest that splashes him down to his pants. Recoiling, he then turns and takes one to the back. The next one hits its mark as well and when he faces Pokey again, the fronts of his hoodie and shorts are dark with water. It looks like he wet himself now. Thanks a lot, you son of a bitch. He'll just be pitching this next one he's been holding in his hand straight at you.]

[Pokey was about to gloat out of victory until Slugger's own balloon hits him straight on, his own shirt soaking wet now. He growls, reaching for another balloon only to find the cart empty of them. The only one with balloons left is Slugger. Which means there's only one thing left to do.

Try and beat a retreat before he gets soaked even more.]

[The very instant Pokey turns to run, Slugger charges to grab Pokey and pull him down to the ground in a tackle.]

Going somewhere?

[And down Pokey goes. Asshole.

Though of course, the moment he starts going down he tries to put his arms around Slugger, hoping to move under his arms and tear him off him.]

Let go, ugly!

You let go.

[Suddenly, the water balloon fight has become a wrestling match. Tightening his grip on Pokey, Slugger rolls atop him in an effort to pin him flat on his back.]

[Pokey struggles for a minute, trying to break free of the grip, but it's simply no use. He isn't strong enough to get away from Slugger, and he flails around a bit before giving up, harumphing a little.]

Fine. You got me.

What now?

[Slugger sits up, one hand firmly pinning down Pokey's shoulder while his body pins down the rest of him. With his free hand, he pulls from the pocket of his hoodie a single water balloon. A wicked grin stretches over his face as he raises it above your head and gives the balloon a threatening squeeze.]

[Oh you jerk. Pokey struggles again, a bit more frantically, to try and get out of getting a face full of water balloon. He knows it's futile to actually try and break out of Slugger's grip, but by god if he isn't going to try and make it somewhat harder to hit him straight in the face.]

[Struggle all you like, he's just going to sit here on top of you and smirk. The balloon is still hovering over your head in the air but he has yet to burst it. It's as if he's trying to torture you. Truthfully, he's just waiting until you're good and exhausted before making his move.

Can you handle the suspense, Pokey? Can you?]

[It takes a moment, but Pokey's idiot thrashing slows down, calms, and he just lays there on the ground, glowering.]

Bastard. Get it over with.

Sure~

[He leans forward, preparing to pop the balloon.]

Might wanna close your eyes.

[Pokey tries to struggle a little more, fruitlessly, before giving up again. He glares at Slugger one last time before closing his eyes.]

[Grin threatening to split his face, Slugger looks down upon his friend with sinister glee. The realization strikes him that he could do virtually anything to Pokey right now, having trapped him like this and forced him to yield to his wishes. Many humans have lost their lives and their sanity to him in a way similar to this.

But as Slugger watches his friend lie there with his eyes squeezed shut, the predatory glint fades from his eyes and he lowers his hand. Rather than burst the balloon over Pokey's face, he's much more curious to see his reaction to something completely unexpected. And there is one thing -- something he's wanted to try for a while -- that matches the criteria for "unexpected" quite perfectly...

Bending down, he touches his lips to the corner of Pokey's mouth, experimentally.]

[Pokey waits and waits and waits for the balloon to burst and to have his face soaked, to just feel utterly drenched as his jerk of a best friend bursts it over his face.

And then he does feel something wet on his face, but just barely. A small smudge at the corner of his lip, wet and warm and-

Pokey's eyes fly open, just staring at Slugger. He couldn't of. He didn't. If he did it...really wasn't what he was expecting. But it was something he was wanting, wasn't it? ...No. He didn't know why he thought that. He didn't...he hadn't been curious. Of course he hadn't.

And so Pokey lies to himself that the idea of what had just happened was something that had never crossed his mind, either. But now that it's here, he'll play with it anyway. ...Did he kiss him, just barely? He couldn't tell.

Pokey's heart hammers in his chest. Not a quick series of thumps and bumps, but a slow, very slow rhythm. One thump, again and again and again as Pokey just looks up at Slugger. Still not sure if what happened was some kind of accident or intentional or...if it even happened at all.

Slowly, Pokey turns his head very slightly, presenting the opposite corner of his mouth to Slugger.

Seeing if he'll do it again.]

[The moment Pokey's eyes open, Slugger feels as if his heart suddenly stops. Apparently, he hadn't given much thought to what Pokey's reaction might be. Was he angry? Was he disgusted? While those reactions were amusing, Slugger hadn't stopped to think about how much they could possibly hurt as well.

For a long moment, he remains frozen, just waiting for Pokey's shock to fade and for his true reaction to surface. But when Pokey just stares back at him and turns his face almost invitingly, Slugger's eyebrows rise as high as they can reach. Did Pokey know what just happened? Did he want him to do it again?

He blinks, swallows, then parts his lips slightly. Hesitantly, he lowers his face a second time to lightly kiss the opposite corner of Pokey's mouth. The curiosity is too strong. He has to find out if Pokey is angry... or if he actually likes it.]

[A bit of color creeps to Pokey's cheeks as Slugger lowers his head to kiss the other side of his lips.

It's like a small electric jolt, the sensation of the kiss. Pokey shifts his head a bit more at the kiss, not out of discomfort but just surprise at the feeling. He gives Slugger a small irritated look for a moment; not at him. Pokey's just angry he can't tell if he likes it or not yet.

And he thinks there may be only one way to know for sure.

Pokey looks at Slugger, a little amused and mischievous, before closing his eyes and tilting his head forward, parting his own lips a little. And waits to find what Slugger will do.

Touching the corners just isn't enough.

[It isn't until Pokey's expression lightens that Slugger breathes again. His own expression shifts from one of mild terror to a relieved grin. Then, every thought falls silent as he watches his best friend offer up his lips for another kiss. He doesn't even feel the sudden burning of his cheeks and for several seconds, at least, his gaze remains fixed on Pokey's lips.

Pulling off his cap, Slugger dips his head a third time. Their lips meet, Slugger's landing flush against Pokey's with a soft, warm pressure.]

[All the muscles in Pokey's body tense for a moment at the first contact of Slugger's lips against his. And then release, calming down. Pokey wasn't sure if Slugger was going to do it or not. In a way, he was afraid of the outcome of either situation. But now that they're here he can't help but like it.

As for his open reaction...

He pushes his lips against Slugger's a little as well. He doesn't have any intention of breaking it.]

Edited (Noticed redundancy/cleaned it up) 2012-03-30 07:05 (UTC)

[Delivering a kiss is one thing. Having one returned is almost like a different sensation altogether, a weird sensation that makes his stomach drop. So when he feels Pokey's lips pressing back, it nearly startles him and he begins to feel as if his head is spinning. It isn't a bad feeling, but it's slightly overwhelming.

Just seconds into it, Slugger pulls away several inches and blinks to clear his head. Still a bit dazed, he smiles down at his friend without saying anything, just content to gaze at him for the moment. One or two droplets of water that had slid down from his hair and along his jaw are now dropping onto Pokey's chin.]

[A smile stretches across Pokey's face to mirror Sluggers own, color still spreading across Pokey's cheeks as he can't do anything but look back and smile at his best friend.

Still, he turns his head a little, trying to keep from laughing, as the drops land on him. Not because laughing would necessarily be bad in the situation, as much as the laughter would sound too happy, would sound too unlike his usual laughter, and letting that out seemed dangerous to Pokey in some way.

So he tries to change his smile to a smirk and be as snide as possible when he talks.]

Hey. You're dripping on me stupid.

[On the verge of laughter himself -- had Pokey started laughing, Slugger would have surely started, too. As it is he mimics Pokey's smirk then gives his head a shake. More water droplets fly off to land on his friend's face. Feeling a couple more drops trickling toward his forehead, he leans down to touch his forehead to Pokey's.

It's at this point he begins to feel pleasantly lethargic and rearranges himself to rest bodily upon Pokey as if he were lying on a warm pillow. But before getting too comfortable, he realizes that perhaps his full weight might be a little heavy to bear. So, rolling slightly, he begins to slide off to Pokey's side, trying not to break the point of contact between their foreheads. If the connection remains, he'll lightly brush his lips to Pokey's in the hopes that Pokey might still be interested in kissing him.]

[Okay. Pokey lets out a short, cut off laugh as more water droplets fly on him, fighting back the urge to call Slugger a jackass for the moment. He shudders a little as Slugger's forehead touches his, leaning in a bit to make sure the connection happens.

Pokey goes with the roll, letting Slugger roll to the side. Gently, he wraps his arms around Slugger as he rolls with him, making sure the connection is kept.

He doesn't even pause to think as Slugger's lips brush his again. He pushes his lips against Slugger's with soft, wet force and closes his eyes a little.]

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