FAKE Fic: Can't Know Until You Try
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badly_knittedTitle: Can't Know Until You Try
Fandom: FAKE
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badly_knittedCharacters: Dee, Ryo, OCs.
Rating: PG
Setting: Before the manga, and Vol. 1, Act 1.
Summary: Dee Laytner has had a lot of first kisses, and each one has been different.
Word Count: 1285
Written For: Theme Prompt: 168 – First Kiss at
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fandomweekly.Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
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 just 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 he’d 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 after all, and he’d never missed an opportunity to add to his vast knowledge on the subject.
He had fond memories of what he considered 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, already developing curves in all the right places.
She’d been the prettiest girl in school, with her long, curly black hair, brown eyes, and dark skin the colour of the polished wood furniture at Mother’s orphanage. One day, he’d spotted her all by herself, waiting for her friends after class, and had boldly marched right up to her.
“What d’you want?” Three inches taller, she’d looked down her elegant nose at him.
“I like you, you’re pretty,” he’d replied, “so I’m going to kiss you,” and he’d stood on tiptoes to press his lips to hers the way he’d seen older boys do. She hadn’t tried to stop him, and although it probably hadn’t, at the time he’d felt that kiss must have lasted nearly a minute!
Abigail had looked him up and down afterwards, declared that the kiss hadn’t been bad for a little kid, but told him if he ever tried it again, she’d slap him one.
“I’m not goin’ to be seen kissin’ no white boy, you hear? I’m not that kind of girl.”
Dee hadn’t asked her what she meant by that, he doubted she would have told him anyway, so he’d 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, she’d been his girlfriend for a whole month, before she’d broken up with him because her friends thought that he was too young and it looked weird dating a kid two years below them, even though by then he and Abigail had been the same height. He’d just shrugged and moved on to someone else. Even back then, he’d had no trouble getting dates.
He'd had his first kiss with a boy when he’d been thirteen… It had been a confusing time for Dee as he’d been just 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 mostly 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 him and Dee both 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, and leaned against the brick wall. “You’ve kissed girls before though, right?”
“Well yeah, but not, like, French kissing, with tongues an’ all.” Derek had taken a final puff before dropping the butt to the concrete walkway 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 frozen for a moment before shoving him away angrily and wiping his mouth on his sleeve.
“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, demonstratin’ how to kiss a girl properly, and that’s the thanks I get! Least now ya don’t gotta worry so much ‘bout kissin’ Celia; y’already got that first real kiss outta the way. ‘Course, if ya still need some pointers, I’m your guy. What I don’t know ‘bout kissin’ ain’t worth knowin’.”
“Fuck off! Like you’re such an expert!”
“Never had any complaints from my girlfriends.”
“That’s not what I heard.”
The argument had turned into a fight, the pair of them trading punches and rolling around on the dusty concrete until the bell rang and they had to get to class, but a couple of days later, Dee had helped Derek practice kissing again, among other things, and somehow Derek had never gotten around to asking Celia to the dance. She’d gone with some guy from the year above, but Derek just shrugged it off, saying he wasn’t that interested in her anyway. Then a few months later Derek’s dad had gotten a promotion, the family had moved to Seattle, and that had been the last Dee had seen of him. Once in a while, he still thought about his first sort-of boyfriend, wondering what might have happened if Derek had stayed in New York.
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, he couldn’t see any point in pursuing things further, not when there were so many other good-looking chicks and dudes to try his luck with. He’d just be leading them on for no good reason, wasting time when they could both be looking for someone who was a better fit.
Dee had enjoyed a good few years of 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, testing the water, 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 the delectable Detective Maclean close and treating him to one of the best Dee Laytner could offer. Not THE best, he didn’t want Ryo blowing a gasket right outta the gate, but still, it was one hell of a kiss, and from the way Dee’s heart was pounding when it ended, if he had his way, it wouldn’t be the last. Ryo, looking deliciously mussed, dazed and confused, and more than a little put out, just didn’t know that yet.
The End
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