Tentative

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mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi'>Presser-kun claims all rights to the characters
represented in this story.

Characters, their personalities, and the settings, plots, and events are

created solely by him.

Rating: PG

Warning: None, really. Just a sweet one-shot.

Contains: style='color:windowtext'>Shonen-ai

Comments: Written for a 300-word-or-less challenge.

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Davey pulled on a hoodie, turned to the mirror. He flicked straw-blond

hair out of his eyes, lifted his chin, admiring his jaw line.

His cell rang.

"You coming?"

"On my way, Jimmy."

"I told you not to call me that. I'm James now."

"Right, right." Davey's slow drawl contained none of the smile on his

lips. "Just wait, okay? I'll be there."

Davey pocketed his cell, left his bedroom, took the stairs two at a time.

"Honey, you know you shouldn't --"

"Gotta go, mom," he said, not stopping. "See ya."



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Davey chained his bike to the rusted barrier at the park's entrance,

headed through the playground. James was on the merry-go-round,

kicking dust in the dark.

"Hi."

"Yeah." James didn't look up.

"You okay?"

"Uh huh."

Davey jammed hands into pockets.

"So . . . you still . . . wanna . . ."

James spoke quickly.

"If you do."

"Yeah, I -- " Davey swallowed. "Yeah, I do."

"Okay, then." James stood. Davey grabbed him, pulled him close.

Chilled moonlight reflected in James's sea-green eyes.

"Kiss me first."

"What?"

"Kiss me."

James raised an eyebrow, studied his schoolmate's blue eyes.

"Why?"

Davey looked away.

"Because -- be-cause I . . . I'm old-fashioned, okay?"

Silence.

After a moment, Davey quietly took James's face in both hands

and leaned up, pressed their lips together.

James stiffened, softened, began to kiss back.

Arms groped, found shoulders, hips.

They parted.

"So, yeah," James said, ". . . nice."

"Uh huh." Davey smiled. "Let's go."

He took James's hand and led him to a thicket of trees. At the

edge, James stopped.

"What?"

"Um . . ." James looked up, a quirky smile tugging at his lips.

"Thanks."

"For?"

"Trusting me."

Davey smiled as a soft laugh stuttered through the sigh he had

been holding back.

"Yeah," he said, pulling James behind the trees.



Fin