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[brainlessly]

[ fiyero listens, simply listens, to koby as he admonishes him. in fact he just grins in the face of the fact that koby rebuked his offer to carry his books, waggling his eyebrows and rolling his eyes playfully. it's much easier to let koby ramble like this, to let him get all worked up when he as to admit it - fiyero has shown up.

and whether or not koby knows it? fiyero has done his work, if only because it seems important to koby and it would be rude otherwise. he was kicked out of schools for his conduct, not for his work! and so as koby comes back down from his lecture, setting his pen aside and pointing at the article, well -

the very moment koby begins to form the word "okay", fiyero leans across the space and kisses him. he keeps one hand planted on the edge of his own chair set between his spread thighs and the other on the table. the kiss of course will be as needy and messy as koby will allow before any sort of protest happens. but fiyero isn't a total cad. he leans back a little with a self-satisfied smirk. ]

You really shouldn't lecture me before you've done all of your research, you know. Do come by this defensiveness naturally?

[ because just as he finishes the kiss he leans back, reaches into his bag and plops a stack of paper before him. summaries, conjectures, all with cited sources and formatted neatly. ]

Figured you were a paper sort of guy. I have it on a thumb drive, too, if that's better.

[kobes]

[The okay is more of a pause, because Koby is more than ready to launch into another lecture, this one about Fiyero’s infuriating grin and the faux-innocent look on his face and the way he sprawls in his chair like he hasn’t a care in the world and the way his hair flops into his face and – well, more things along those lines, but it all stutters to a screeching halt because suddenly those grinning lips are pressed to his own and it’s earnest and messy and sweet in a way that shoots right down Koby’s spine and makes him shiver visibly when Fiyero pulls away. Toes curling, face flushing, pulse racing, he stares for a long, long, wide-eyed moment, lips still parted slightly as Fiyero liltingly teases him, effortless, infuriating.

And then there’s a heavy stack of paper on the desk between them, and Koby blinks at that instead, because maybe that’ll make a little more sense than the most beautiful, desirable, effortlessly charming guy in school having just kissed him. It doesn’t, because it’s paper, and paper can’t account for itself. But it’s well-researched and properly documented paper – he can see that from a glance. It’s not the kind of paper a careless, thoughtless person would gather together.

Slowly, Koby reaches out, lifting the top couple pages and glancing over the citations and sources, then letting them slip back into place. He opens his mouth to – thank Fiyero or berate him further or something, but what comes out instead is soft and shy and unsure:] You – kissed me.

[Another blink, a hard swallow, then Koby’s looking up, meeting Fiyero’s eyes, without the slightest hint of defensiveness, without anything but vulnerability.] Why?

a million years later

[brainlessly]

I did. Excellent obersvation.

[ fiyero smiles winningly, watching the question in koby's face morph and change. he feels compelled to kiss him again - to feel the pouty mouth against his own. he tilts his head and leans a little more into koby's space. ]

Because I wanted to. Wanted to for a good while, actually, but it was the perfect way to stop that little rant of yours. Oh ye of little faith.

[ he grins, the hand from the table falling then to rest atop koby's thigh. ]

Can I kiss you again? Or will you hit me with my own research?

kisses this!!!!!!!!!

[kobes]

[a little huff, ostensibly annoyed, but koby’s tongue is pressed against the curve of his lower lip, and he can taste fiyero when he tugs it back, when he swallows, when he breathes in. he’s close and they’re in public, and koby’s eyes flick around quick, awkward, shy.]

You – did? I’m. [a swallow, hard enough to be audible, meeting fiyero’s gaze again.] Why did you want to? You’re – you and I’m. Me. [there’s no self-deprecation in the question or the statement, just genuine bewilderment.

Then, eyes narrowing a little, brow furrowing, glasses slipping down again, just a touch:] Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not going to hit you.

[brainlessly]

You're you and I'm me. That's why I wanted to.

[ fiyero scoots his chair a little closer, their knees knocking, his fingers sliding a little higher on the other boy's thigh. he reaches with his free hand to push koby's glasses up, letting his fingers brush against koby's plush mouth before they fall back to the chair. ]

If you're not going to hit me, then let me kiss you again. The work's all done - we'll have plenty of time to finish the project.

[ and he leans in slowly to take another kiss, if koby will allow it. ]