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“OI, JOSUKE?” Okuyasu asks, doing his best to keep his eyes closed, but not in a way that pinches his lids. Relax, don’t flinch.
“Yea man?”
Okuyasu could hear the gentleness of Josuke’s voice, matching the even more gentle strokes of a makeup brush, swishing color on his lids. The sensation was new, but scary at times. Maybe it was because Okuyasu had no idea what was going on, or maybe it was the urge to move around after being still for so long.
Before Okuyasu could comment along that line, Josuke chuckles, “Don’t worry bud, I’m almost done getting the base on. Blue and gold right? Or was it silver?”
“U-UH, WHATEVER YOU FEEL LIKE!” Okuyasu stumbles, trying to get the words out. He could imagine Josuke smiling at him.
“Well, it’s your makeup dude, so you chose which you want.”
“O-OH.” Okuyasu says dumbly, then tries to save himself. “THEN GOLD’S GOOD!”
This time, he could hear a giggle from Josuke which made Okuyasu’s heart flutter.
“Gold it is!”
A few moments pass before Josuke applies the new color, this time dotting it on Okuyasu’s heated face. It doesn’t help that Josuke’s cupped it with his free hand either.
The young lover could hear his crush humming a song, probably from Prince. Normally he wouldn’t listen to Prince, but with Josuke he’d watch blue eyes light up into stars when the idol sang in words the pompadoured boy didn’t understand. Okuyasu got to translate the songs to the best of his ability, from what English he knew, and helped Josuke sound them out with them, then sing a line or two. It made Okuyasu feel smart for once. Like being stupid wasn’t the only thing he was good at. Ever since coming to Morioh, Okuyasu found he was more than that.
“Oku?”
Okuyasu wanted to open his eyes, but found his lashes starting to dew together.
Josuke carefully wiped the little beads with his thumb, careful not to let the tears mix with the eye shadow or the rest of the glitter across Okuyasu’s cheeks. Then he asks, “You ok man?”
Okuyasu feels Josuke’s hand touch his face, then gently lands on his own calloused hand. He wants to just tell Josuke how happy he is around him, how thankful he is to be a part of his life everyday, but he can feel the emotion of it all starting to get to be a bit much, so he cuts it short, responding with a, “YEAH, I’M GOOD.”
A pause. Then an answer.
“If you say so, just know you can talk to me whenever.”
Okuyasu nods, trying to keep his nerves from pouring out into a waterfall. He feels the brush gently caress his eyelids, but he also feels Josuke’s hold tighten just a touch, trying to comfort him in any way he can. Okuyasu welcomes the touch, moving his hand so Josuke’s a little bit more comfortable. Then, the boy feels a light mist of air? Or is it perfume? He can’t tell what it is exactly, but it feels nice.
“Alright dude, you can open your eyes now!”
Okuyasu listens and opens his eyes. He looks at the hand held reflection of his face, carefully covered in fine glitter blush, gold on navy eyeshadow, and his lips a matching navy. He touches his face, his mouth hung open in awe.
Josuke smiles shyly at Okuyasu and mutters, “Did I do good?”
“DUDE, HOW COULD YOU NOT DO GOOD?!” Okuyasu yelled even with Josuke’s loud shushing.
“Careful dude, you’re gunna wake up my mom like that!”
“SHIT- SORRY!”
Josuke laughs and gives Okuyasu a playful punch.
“You’re good. Now! I wanna get my makeup done too!”
Okuyasu almost jumped back at the proposal. “WOAH WOAH, YOU SURE YOU WANT ME TO DO IT?”
Josuke nods eagerly. “Of course! Can’t have you be the only good looking dude in the room!”
“PFT- YEAH NO WORRIES MAN, I GOT YOU!” Okuyasu poses with exaggerated confidence, earning him a giggle from Josuke.
“Alright, I trust you. Just tell me what to do from here on out.” Josuke says, then relaxes, closing his eyes.
Okuyasu nods and feels the bedsheets for what he needs, then picks up a big poofy brush and pauses.
...Fuck
He freezes, looking at the round yet sharp, gentle yet strong face of a boy he could only describe as.
“BEAUTIFUL..”
“What was that?” Josuke asks, trying to pick up on the near silent whisper.
“N-NOTHING!” Okuyasu stammers out. If Josuke could see him, he’d probably laugh at how red Okuyasu was getting right now. Maybe some blush would glow on those pearlescent skin, a gentle white sporting a sweet smile and plump lips. Or maybe he could put it on Josuke’s soft cheekbones, making those brilliantly blue almond eyes pop. Yeah, maybe he’ll go with that.
Okuyasu picks up the brush, taps it in the pink pallet, not knowing how to stop the colors from mixing, and dabs it on Josuke’s face, watching the other boy’s cheeks puff up as he pouts.
“Okuu, that’s not how I did it to you!”
“I ASKED YOU IF YOU WERE SURE!” Okuyasu responds, protesting a little.
‘You gotta swish it in circles dude. But gently and spread it around, you know?”
Okuyasu nods. “R-RIGHT!” Then the boy does just that, laying the color with circular swipes, occasionally dabbing away some build up of product.
Josuke hums idly, sitting patiently, letting Okuyasu continue.
Okuyasu’s heart thumps out of his chest as he pats some neon yellow on Josuke’s eyelids. He’d mix it with some neon pink to make the outer edges a beachy orange. Then Okuyasu figures he might as well put that same pink on Josuke’s lips. He grabs the closest neon pink lipstick and hesitantly dabs it on, then watches Josuke already plump lips pucker slightly, anticipating more of the lipstick.
However, Okuyasu could barely concentrate because of how Josuke was sitting. Relaxed and inviting, teasing too. Muscles that were just a bit bigger than his, hugging a pillow that squished between his pecs, which Okuyasu wished he could sleep on one day. He also wished to hold his hand, not just in friendship, but through any romantic endeavors the two could explore together.
“Oku?” Josuke asks shyly, softly, pulling the other boy in with vibrant blue eyes, bright as day but deeper than the ocean. “You ok?”
Okuyasu clammers up at the closeness, not knowing how to blunder his way out of this without coming off like he’s hiding something. Well, he is hiding something-fuck it. Why should he keep going when the jig is going to be up anyway?
“Y-YYOU’RE REALLY PRETTY!” Okuyasu starts abruptly. “AND YOU’RE REALLY STRONG AND KIND TO EVERYONE. I JUST- I”
Okuyasu sniffles, trying to follow his heart, to let it all out while he has the chance.
“I-I LIKE YOU!” Okuyasu blurted, his face red.
Before he could apologise, he felt Josuke’s lips against his, the emotions trapped in his mouth were finally set free, rising, swirling, and mixing with Josuke’s, who moved closer, until he was laying on top of the other boy.
Then they parted, gasping for air. They looked at each other, both their lipsticks and hair a mess. Okuyasu thought Josuke looked beautiful, pink and blue lipstick smearing together to make a vibrant purple.
“I like you too.” Josuke finally whispers out, in between deep breaths.
“Y-YOU DO?” Okuyasu says, his voice all watery from the pent up emotion. It only gets worse when Josuke nods, blue eyes starting to form their own puddles of tears. Then Josuke puts his hand on Okuyasu’s face, wiping away a tear.
“Come on man, you’re gunna make me cry too.” Josuke says with a teary smile.
Okuyasu barely held back a sob before launching himself onto Josuke, making the duo collide against the soft bedding and pillows.
Okuyasu can hear the various beauty products bounce, then clatter against the floor. Then he felt Josuke’s arms wrap around him, pulling him up closer. Josuke gently taps his forehead against Okuyasu’s sleepily.
“It’s ok bro, I love you.” Josuke yawns.
Okuyasu wipes his tears and smiles, running his hand through Josuke’s loosely tied hair, watching the other fall asleep.
“I LOVE YOU TOO.”