fandomweekly | [#168] Can't Know Until You Try (FAKE)

Theme Prompt: #168 – First Kiss
Title: Can't Know Until You Try
Fandom: FAKE
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: No
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Dee Laytner has had a lot of first kisses, and each one has been different.

In Dee Laytner’s not-so-humble opinion, first kisses were of vital importance. The way he saw it, you could tell a lot about a person from that first press of your lips to theirs, including whether or not the owner of the other lips was worth getting to know better. By the time Dee had developed his theory of kisses he’d already been highly experienced, not to mention talented, in the art of the lip-lock. Practice makes perfect and he’d never missed an opportunity to add to his vast knowledge on the subject.

He had fond memories of his first real kiss, the first that had been more than a brief peck on the cheek or lips. He’d been nine years old, and Abigail Prentice had been almost twelve, in Dee’s mind practically a woman.

She’d been the prettiest girl in school, always her long, curly black hair, and dark skin. One day, he’d spotted her by herself, waiting for her friends after class, and had marched right up to her.

“What d’you want?” She’d looked down her elegant nose at him.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he’d replied, and stood on tiptoes to press his lips to hers the way he’d seen older boys do.

Abigail had looked him up and down afterwards, declared the kiss hadn’t been bad for a little kid, but told him if he tried it again, she’d slap him one.

“I’m not goin’ to be seen kissin’ no white boy, you hear?”

Dee had just grinned, said “We’ll see,” and run off, feeling on top of the world at kissing an older woman and getting away with it. When he’d been twelve and Abigail had been fourteen and a half, they’d dated for a whole month, before she’d broken up with him because her friends thought he was too young. He’d shrugged and moved on to someone else.

He'd had his first kiss with a boy when he’d been thirteen… It had been a confusing time; Dee had just been beginning to realise that he fancied boys as much as he fancied girls, maybe even a little more. Up to that point, he’d been so busy competing with half the school for the attentions of the prettiest girls that he'd been able to overlook the attraction he felt towards certain boys. One of the boys he’d felt most drawn to had been a kid named Derek Thorne, who sometimes hung out with Dee and his friends, on account of them all being on the basketball team.

At recess one morning, Dee had found Derek sneaking a cigarette behind the school gym and had asked for a puff. They’d shared the smoke in silence for several minutes until finally, Derek had spoken.

"You’ve had girlfriends, right?”

“Tons. Why?”

“I was thinkin’ of asking Celia Sanchez to the dance on Saturday, but if she says yes, d’you think she’ll expect me to kiss her?”

“Prob’ly.” Dee handed the cigarette back, now almost down to the filter. “You’ve kissed girls before though.”

“Well yeah, but not, like, French kissing, with tongues an’ all.” Derek had taken a final puff before dropping the butt and grinding it beneath the sole of his shoe.

Without stopping to think things through, Dee had grabbed Derek by the front of his shirt and kissed him full on the mouth, with tongue. Derek had shoved him away angrily.

“What the fuck?”

Dee had played it off as a joke, laughing. “The look on your face!”

“You’re a sick bastard, Laytner!”

“Hey, I was just bein’ a kind and considerate friend, and that’s the thanks I get! Least now ya don’t gotta worry ‘bout kissin’ Celia; y’already got that first kiss outta the way. ‘Course, if ya still need some pointers, I’m your guy. What I don’t know ‘bout kissin’ a girl ain’t worth knowin’.”

“Fuck off! Like you’re such an expert!”

The argument had turned into a fight, the pair of them trading punches and rolling around on the dusty concrete, but a couple of days later, Dee had helped Derek practice kissing, and somehow Derek had never gotten around to asking Celia to the dance. Then a few months later Derek’s dad had gotten a promotion and the family had moved to Seattle. Once in a while, Dee still thought about his first sort-of boyfriend.

There’d been plenty of first kisses since then, one for every relationship Dee had been in, and a few that had never gone beyond the first kiss. If there was no spark, there was no point pursuing things further, not when there were so many other good-looking chicks and dudes to try his luck with.

Dee had enjoyed a good few years playing the field, but now someone new had caught his eye, his new partner, Ryo Maclean. There was no getting around the fact that Ryo was gorgeous, and Dee, being the hot-blooded guy he was, couldn’t help wondering how it would be to get him into bed. Ryo was kinda reserved, buttoned up tight, but Dee was willing to bet there’d be fireworks if he ever let loose. It was usually the quiet ones who wound up being the most passionate.

Only problem was, despite Dee’s efforts at flirting, Ryo wasn’t biting. He shrugged off everything Dee said as if it was nothing more than a joke, and okay, so Dee had been playing most of it off that way too, but now here they were, alone together, at night, in the park, and Dee did kinda owe his partner a thank you for saving his ass…

Well, that was the excuse Dee intended to go with for pulling his partner close and treating him to one of the best Dee Laytner could offer. Not THE best, he didn’t want Ryo blowing a gasket, but still, it was one hell of a kiss, and from the way Dee’s heart was pounding when it ended, it wouldn’t be the last. Ryo just didn’t know that yet.

The End

[#168] Can't Know Until You Try (FAKE)

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