"Hey, Shouji!"
Shingo didn't look up from under his hood. He almost had the damn air filter hose off. "What?"
"Want a Kiss?"
A loud *thump* came from under the hood as Shingo jerked up and hit his head. "Fuck!"
Rubbing the back of his head, he straightened and stared at the speaker. "What did you just say?"
Takeshi blinked at Shingo, and held up a small foil-wrapped object, "I asked if you wanted a Kiss?"
Shingo shook his head and thumped the side of his head a couple of times to make sure that there wasn't any dust lodged in his ear and making him hear things. Because he could not have just heard Nakazato Takeshi asking him if he wanted a kiss. Maybe he'd misheard. His grasp of English wasn't all that hot, after all.
"A kiss?"
"Yeah."
Alright, so he hadn't misheard. Shingo then figured he must have misunderstood. Maybe the word 'kiss' had a different meaning in some other language he wasn't aware of. Or, maybe, Nakazato was just offering him a kiss.
"From you?"
Takeshi looked confused, "Who else? You see anyone else here? So you want one or not?"
Shingo thought about that for about a second. Did he want a kiss from Nakazato? He eyed the GT-R driver as he popped a small piece of chocolate in his mouth. Takeshi was pretty fine he had to admit, with his dark, dark eyes and lean figure. He grinned and snaked an arm around Takeshi's waist and pulled him close. "Sure, why not?"
With that the EG-6 driver leaned down and covered Takeshi's mouth with his own. The GT-R driver tasted like the chocolate he'd just eaten and Shingo ran his tongue along Takeshi's bottom lip. After a long moment, the GT-R driver started to respond and Shingo deepened the kiss, delving his tongue deep into Takeshi's mouth. When he finally pulled away, after one last swipe across the GT-R driver's lower lip, they were both breathing heavily and flushed.
Takeshi opened his eyes and licked his lips before asking, "What was that for?"
Shingo blinked, "You're the one that asked if I wanted a kiss."
Takeshi's eyes crinkled up as he started to chuckle, "I mean't a /Hershey's/ Kiss, Shingo."
Shingo looked confused. "What?"
"Hershey's Kiss. Y'know, little foil-wrapped bits of chocolate?"
Shingo still looked confused so Takeshi held up his hand, which was holding the same small foil-wrapped, if now thoroughly smooshed, object. The NightKids team leader quirked a wry eyebrow, "You still want it?"
"A kiss, from you?" Shingo grinned and took the offered tidbit of chocolate, "Always."
* * * * * *
"Hey Kenta, want a Kiss?"
Kenta's eyes went wide and his head whipped around to face his idol. "K-k-k-keisuke-sempai!"
Keisuke looked confused, "What?"
Kenta went red and he nodded, a spark of joy bursting in his heart. Finally, *finally* it seemed that Keisuke-sempai returned his feelings! Nodding happily, the young Redsuns driver screwed his eyes closed and waited. Moments later, he felt Keisuke-sempai take his hand, turn it up, and place something small in his palm.
Confused, Kenta opened his eyes and looked down to see what it was. A small gold foil-wrapped object in the shape of a flattened teardrop. "What's this?"
"A Kiss."
Kenta sighed, "That's what I thought. Thanks, Keisuke-sempai."
"No problem."
Kenta swallowed a whimper and felt like crying.
* * * * * *
"Yo, Seiji!" Kyoichi yelled out his window toward the Lancer EvoIV already parked in front of the retirement home that Emperor used as the starting point for their meets.
"What?" Seiji yelled back, absently fiddling with his radio. He couldn't find a single station playing any good music at the moment, only sugary girl groups. Ugh. He repressed a shudder and popped in a cd. The rhythmic sounds of Alice DJ's 'Better Off Alone' started thumping from his speakers. He wondered if he could afford the extra weight that putting a box in his trunk would add.
"Have a Kiss!"
Seiji looked up in confusion, "What?"
A small, hard, foil-wrapped object bonked him in the middle of the forehead and fell into his lap less than a second later. Rubbing his forehead, the long-haired Evo-IV driver picked up the small chocolate and threw it back to the Emperor team leader.
"Fuck you, Sudo!"
Kyoichi laughed and flipped him the finger, "Fuck you, too, Iwaki!"
* * * * * *
"Hey, Iketani."
"Hey, Kenji."
Iketani smiled at his friend and wiped his hands off on a towel. He'd been working late at the Esso station, installing the new Yokohama seventeen inch rims he'd just purchased. Stepping back from his car, he cocked his hands on his hips and eyed his car critically.
"What do you think, Kenji? They look pretty nice, don't they?"
Kenji nodded, "Yeah, they do. How much did you pay for them?"
"250,000 yen."
Kenji whistled at the price. Iketani cocked his head and regarded his friend, "So what's up?"
Kenji fidgeted for a while before taking a deep breath and looking Iketani in the eyes. "Would you like a kiss?"
Iketani's eyes lit up. He loved those little American chocolates. Especially the almond ones. He nodded and grinned, "Yeah, sure. Thanks."
His eyes widened when Kenji leaned forward and, rather than handing him a small piece of chocolate, laid a soft kiss on his lips. When he pulled away, his friend's face was flushed and turned slightly away. Iketani blinked and licked his lips. Chocolate. When Kenji would have walked away, Iketani grabbed him by his hand and asked, "Can I have another?"
Kenji smiled, "Sure. However many you want."
* * * * * *
A familiar '86 panda Trueno pulled into the Esso station and screeched to a halt, its driver's side window rolling down.
"Hey, Yuuichi."
"Hey, Bunta."
"Slow night tonight."
Yuuichi nodded, "That it is. All the kids are up on the mountain watching some race."
"Is my son with them?"
"I think so."
"Here."
"Uh... What is it?"
"Some sort of chocolate from America. Takumi got a whole bagful of them from some female admirer at school. I took a few to try them out. They're not too bad. The silver-wrapped ones are pure chocolate. The gold ones have almonds in the middle."
"Thanks, Bunta."
"No problem."
"They're pretty good. What are they called?"
Bunta grinned, "Would you believe they call these things 'Kisses'?"