A/N: It sucks.

Plain and simple.

But FaS is going amazingly slow, so I'm uploading for you. Love me.

I'm overloaded. I'm tuckered out. I wanna sleeeeep and never wake up. Flames are welcome.

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Air Gear

a fiction by Crimson Vixen

Common Sense

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Ikki found out that Kazu had allergies the same way he learned most things in life. He found out on his own, through observation and experience. He found out the same way he discovered worms appear all over the sidewalks only when it rains, or that boys and girls had different parts, or that when someone said one thing, they can mean another thing entirely. This knowledge turned into common sense.

There were, however, things that Ikki still didn't know but felt he had the right to.

What type of kisser Kazu was, for instance.

The boy was sneezing again, groaning after each one and muttering to himself when they ceased. He sniffled here and there, his voice a little muggy and cloudy and lips slightly parted to allow easier breathing. A pink tongue darted out to wet them before retreating back into its cavern. Ikki stared shamelessly, curiosity rendering him discourteous.

He propped himself up on his hands and watched Kazu rub at his nose with his palm. His nose was twitching; he was going to sneeze again. The blonde stiffened, breath jerking and heightening before the climax…

…which never came, for Ikki had reached out and put a finger under Kazu's fine nose. The sneeze faded and Kazu's shoulders relaxed, only to tense again when Ikki's fingers curled from under his nose to capture his face. Ikki squeezed, forcing Kazu's lips to pucker, and he pulled the poor boy in and captured his dry lips.

It wasn't anything romantic like you read in books or saw in movies. It was summer, and they were both hot and stale and parched. Kazu's sweat made him salty, but juicy all the same. Their bodies were awkward – Ikki half sitting, half on his back; Kazu sitting and torso twisted uncomfortably with his arms gracelessly supporting himself. Ikki felt the blonde's breath quicken, already half stolen from his attempt to sneeze earlier, but he did not pull away.

He let his hand drop away from Kazu's jaw, allowing the other boy to move his tongue a little more freely.

Worms littered sidewalks when the rain moistened the soil. Boy and girls were different because they had different parts. People could say something and mean something else. And Kazu's kisses were slow and teasing at first, then grew in need. He made soft and intoxicating – shameless – noises while he worked. He never would have thought Kazu to be such a natural kisser.

But now he knows better. Now it's common sense.

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A/N: boo...