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An impossibly great afternoon was headed your way, and every word you heard in class consisted of mental gibberish because of it. You had sworn you were going to do this for weeks; this was practically one of your fantasies come true, and you could hardly even fathom why. Nonetheless, you saw it coming, and you shook in your desk with all the excitement you could muster:
Today, you and Rin were going to play Beatmania together.
The attention wasn't even on the teamwork; you were just dying to see him play solo. It was always one of your favorites growing up, and it had been years since you ventured to the arcade just to see it for your first time. One way or another, you had been having the most beautiful, haunting dreams of Rin scratching that simulated record. You almost felt stupid at how severely it turned you on. You tried to free your mind of the fantasy for the remainder of class, but how impossible that seemed!
As soon as school was over, you rushed all the way back to your house, which was luckily not far from school. You refused to play in your school uniform--the mood had to be perfect. You could recall the many times you walked to the arcade in your "cool" clothes to make you look more like the DJ you imagined yourself to be. Today was such a day: you pulled out the favorite sweat pants and somewhat baggy shirt, almost as if you were ready to work out (and this was the workout for you). As soon as you had your hair tied back and your shoes on, you stepped out of your house again, ready to conquer. With the extra time you had, you chose to walk back to the school where you would find Rin waiting for you. Indeed, he was waiting right there as he promised.
I bet he just got out of the gym, you thought, and he looks perfect as hell.
"Heeey, Rin!!" you pursued him for a big hug, and he happily caught you.
"Hey, (fn)! What took you so long?"
"Yeah right, I'm early!"
"Nah," he rubbed your hair, "you're on time."
"Careful, buddy," you playfully smacked his forearm, "my pony tail looks perfect. I can't have it falling over while I'm playing my jams."
He couldn't withhold his amusement as just the mere thought of playing Beatmania suddenly changed your lingo.
"Well fine, now that we're both ready, let's head over to the arcade and play 'your jams,' shall we?"
"It's a deal!"
You sealed your deal with a high five, and you led him to the place. You could never forget the turns you took, especially from your house. Once you entered the place, pure nostalgic scents and sounds made contact with you. Whether at day or night, the lights were always low so the soft, but bright, glow of many screens could attract players and even some viewers. Even so, you tried to fan away some of the gentle tears that brimmed in your eyes.
"So you came here a lot when you were a kid, right?" Rin took a look around, "it's no wonder you could find it so quickly. It's not far from your place at all."
"No, not even a little," you sniffed, "well now that you've checked it out, let's play!"
"Ha! Yes, you can get so mesmerized by all the games, you almost forget what you're here for."
"Don't worry: this is not the last time we'll come here!"
Nearly in a hurry, you took the row down to the back wall, and there in the same corner was your childhood home, the Beatmania machine. Indeed, it was very well kept, and you prepped your quarters to give it your best shot.
"Keep in mind, Rin, that I've been busy in school and may be a little rusty."
"I won't care in the slightest. Just play as best as you can."
Your money dove in, and the lights flashed. The familiar sounds immediately got you into character, and everything changed: your stance, your smile, everything with it became more confident. Checking over your shoulder, you saw Rin watching the screen to see the song you would pick. You chose one of you "classic jams," and your performance was close to flawless. The whole time, Rin cheered and kept his eyes fixed on your hands more than anything else. You felt as though you were showing off for an audience, and you liked every moment of it. He encouraged you to go a few more rounds before you let him try. After a while, you decided to rest your fingers.
"See? It shouldn't be too hard, and you should love it too! I can't wait to see how you play!"
"Well, I'll try if I can't do anything else," Rin chuckled as he approached the machine.
"Come on! Be more confident than that, silly!"
With your words of support, he smirked and selected the music. True, he wasn't as advanced a player as you were, but you were beginning to see some of those fantasies you had seen the nights before. You tried to keep a straight face, not to leave your mouth hanging open like a fish. You couldn't help it though: round after round, his score and skills increased.
Holy crap, he's even using his body… you blushed as you watched.
With a victorious smile, he pivoted, and there you were speechless at the sight of him.
"Well…did I do alright?"
All you could do was nod like a genius.
"If you think about it, we'll make a great team," he grabbed you by the hair and dragged you in for a kiss. It certainly wasn't long, but it was effective.
"I'll go check and see what other games there are really fast, and if there's nothing else I am interested in, let's play some more, okay?" Rin smiled and left you, traversing down the aisles for more games.
What he didn't know is that you would be on the floor when he got back.
Today, you and Rin were going to play Beatmania together.
The attention wasn't even on the teamwork; you were just dying to see him play solo. It was always one of your favorites growing up, and it had been years since you ventured to the arcade just to see it for your first time. One way or another, you had been having the most beautiful, haunting dreams of Rin scratching that simulated record. You almost felt stupid at how severely it turned you on. You tried to free your mind of the fantasy for the remainder of class, but how impossible that seemed!
As soon as school was over, you rushed all the way back to your house, which was luckily not far from school. You refused to play in your school uniform--the mood had to be perfect. You could recall the many times you walked to the arcade in your "cool" clothes to make you look more like the DJ you imagined yourself to be. Today was such a day: you pulled out the favorite sweat pants and somewhat baggy shirt, almost as if you were ready to work out (and this was the workout for you). As soon as you had your hair tied back and your shoes on, you stepped out of your house again, ready to conquer. With the extra time you had, you chose to walk back to the school where you would find Rin waiting for you. Indeed, he was waiting right there as he promised.
I bet he just got out of the gym, you thought, and he looks perfect as hell.
"Heeey, Rin!!" you pursued him for a big hug, and he happily caught you.
"Hey, (fn)! What took you so long?"
"Yeah right, I'm early!"
"Nah," he rubbed your hair, "you're on time."
"Careful, buddy," you playfully smacked his forearm, "my pony tail looks perfect. I can't have it falling over while I'm playing my jams."
He couldn't withhold his amusement as just the mere thought of playing Beatmania suddenly changed your lingo.
"Well fine, now that we're both ready, let's head over to the arcade and play 'your jams,' shall we?"
"It's a deal!"
You sealed your deal with a high five, and you led him to the place. You could never forget the turns you took, especially from your house. Once you entered the place, pure nostalgic scents and sounds made contact with you. Whether at day or night, the lights were always low so the soft, but bright, glow of many screens could attract players and even some viewers. Even so, you tried to fan away some of the gentle tears that brimmed in your eyes.
"So you came here a lot when you were a kid, right?" Rin took a look around, "it's no wonder you could find it so quickly. It's not far from your place at all."
"No, not even a little," you sniffed, "well now that you've checked it out, let's play!"
"Ha! Yes, you can get so mesmerized by all the games, you almost forget what you're here for."
"Don't worry: this is not the last time we'll come here!"
Nearly in a hurry, you took the row down to the back wall, and there in the same corner was your childhood home, the Beatmania machine. Indeed, it was very well kept, and you prepped your quarters to give it your best shot.
"Keep in mind, Rin, that I've been busy in school and may be a little rusty."
"I won't care in the slightest. Just play as best as you can."
Your money dove in, and the lights flashed. The familiar sounds immediately got you into character, and everything changed: your stance, your smile, everything with it became more confident. Checking over your shoulder, you saw Rin watching the screen to see the song you would pick. You chose one of you "classic jams," and your performance was close to flawless. The whole time, Rin cheered and kept his eyes fixed on your hands more than anything else. You felt as though you were showing off for an audience, and you liked every moment of it. He encouraged you to go a few more rounds before you let him try. After a while, you decided to rest your fingers.
"See? It shouldn't be too hard, and you should love it too! I can't wait to see how you play!"
"Well, I'll try if I can't do anything else," Rin chuckled as he approached the machine.
"Come on! Be more confident than that, silly!"
With your words of support, he smirked and selected the music. True, he wasn't as advanced a player as you were, but you were beginning to see some of those fantasies you had seen the nights before. You tried to keep a straight face, not to leave your mouth hanging open like a fish. You couldn't help it though: round after round, his score and skills increased.
Holy crap, he's even using his body… you blushed as you watched.
With a victorious smile, he pivoted, and there you were speechless at the sight of him.
"Well…did I do alright?"
All you could do was nod like a genius.
"If you think about it, we'll make a great team," he grabbed you by the hair and dragged you in for a kiss. It certainly wasn't long, but it was effective.
"I'll go check and see what other games there are really fast, and if there's nothing else I am interested in, let's play some more, okay?" Rin smiled and left you, traversing down the aisles for more games.
What he didn't know is that you would be on the floor when he got back.
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hahaha This is beautiful!!! I'd be on the floor after that too tbh. XD
Also, it's kinda perfect that about halfway through, "One Thing Leads to Another" starting playing on my iPod. hahahaha So I could imagine "jamming" to that!
Also, it's kinda perfect that about halfway through, "One Thing Leads to Another" starting playing on my iPod. hahahaha So I could imagine "jamming" to that!