Mika & Kyo – Part I

Startled, Mika looked up from the book he was reading; his long, slender fingers mimicking the softness of the velvet cover as he snapped it shut.
“That was a fantastic game you played today, Kyo!”
The overly enthusiastic voice, encapsulated within a neediness to be noticed came from a small, blonde girl. Her head perfectly tilted on one side in order to make the most of her skinny face.
”I especially loved it when you tackled that goalkeeper, he didn’t know what hit him!”
Kyo glanced over his shoulder at the girl; she was of no importance to him. In fact, he didn’t even know why he attracted so much of the female attention, anyway… Perhaps he needed a new look.
Barely moving his lips, Kyo murmured a gruff “thanks” and set his battered school satchel down on to the grungy carpet.
This is where he wanted to be right now; in the warm and comforting atmosphere of the library.
A little off put by his lack of reaction, the girl moseyed forward, being careful to accentuate her assets as much as humanely possible.  
”Hey”
She started again
”Do you want to go and grab a coffee or something? You look worn out; I can pay if you want?”
Sighing, Kyo boldly stated that if he wanted to get a coffee, he was perfectly capable of getting one on his own. Thank you.
Finally getting the message, the girl shuffled off, ready to assault the next hapless individual.

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Silence reigned down upon the room, broken only by the gentle tapping of the ancient birch tree outside the ornate glass window.
Nervously, like some newborn deer leaving the protection of its nest for the first time, Mika unfurled his long legs out from beneath him and stood up, being careful not to make a sound.
He wanted to savour this perfect moment in time, where he and Kyo were alone, together and his deepest fantasies almost seemed possible…
Stupid!
He cussed. Why on earth would the athletic, handsome and altogether seemingly faultless Kyo wish to have any affiliation with the lowly bookworm he was?
Subconsciously, Mika began to compare how his idol’s gloriously tousled blonde mane contrasted dramatically to his own messy heap of chestnut hair, unkempt and so long he had to keep brushing it out of his eyes.
And how strong Kyo’s eyes were… deep, unending blue flecked with gold as if they were grains of sand tossed up by a great sea storm.
His own mahogany eyes were nothing in comparison, with eyelashes too long they were obscured by heavily framed glasses…
Out of embarrassment rather than need, Mika pushed his spectacles further up the bridge of his nose and gazed over to where Kyo was sat.
Sensing that he was being watched, the tall youth whipped round and caught Mika’s eyes before they closed under a self-conscious grimace.
Perplexed at the response, Kyo kept staring, waiting to meet Mika’s eyes again. Something had run through him when he had glimpsed at those dark orbs, something incredible. Like nothing he’d ever felt before.
It was as if his entire frame had been sited under a deluge of crushed, white ice…
And yet, there was a profound and intense burning, deep within his chest filling him with an immense glory, warm, and deliciously satisfying.
But all too soon, it was over.
Kyo wanted that feeling back. No, more than wanted, he needed it, he craved it, he couldn’t draw another solid breath without tasting that ecstasy once more.
Not being able to wait a second longer, he rose from his chair and strode over to Mika, his bold prowess mimicking the thundering in his chest…