Fighting and Flirting: Kam

Weekly oneshot! I really liked this idea and I've had it for a while, so I figured I'd just go for it! Enjoy!



Keefe was not in the mood. For anything.

His fingers tapped restlessly on his thigh, his foot jiggling beneath the desk, his eyes searching for something- anything- to ease his inescapable boredom and annoyance.

A breath whooshed out of his throat, and he swiveled around in his chair aimlessly.

"Mr. Sencen," the mentor overseeing study hall called, his voice weary from dealing with Keefe on previous occasions. "Settle down. You're distracting other students."

Keefe scowled at the sound of his last name, but he ceased his spinning and tried to focus on his books.

His mind wandered, of course, and he closed his eyes quickly and opened them again in an attempt to focus.

It didn't work.

He turned the page periodically as he remembered to, reading the same sentence over and over again. His fingers playing with the tip of one of the strings from his hoodie, twisting and pulling until it was lopsided on his chest, and he let out a frustrated sigh.

When study hall ended, Keefe almost crowed with happiness, leaping from his seat before he remembered the meeting with his father tonight, the family dinner he'd insisted they share.

He immediately deflated.

For a moment, Keefe fantasized about not going home. What if he simply... left? Moved out? Didn't show up?

But his imaginings were obliterated as the rush of students heading home caught up with him, the chatter and laughter of the crowd clanging through Keefe's head. He was swept along, his smile pasting itself back on his face as his eyes searched through the crowd.

He wasn't exactly sure what (or who) he was looking for, but he found it anyway, and began pushing toward Tam as he walked alone, reading a book as he made his slow way along the path to the bus.

Keefe smirked, his eyes catching on Tam's silver bangs as he got closer. He tousled his hair, just a bit, unconsciously fiddling with the edge of his hoodie. 

Tam looked up, almost as if he could sense Keefe approaching, and scowled. "What do you want, Keefe?"

(Tam and Keefe never called each other by their last names. it was an unspoken agreement they had; to never, ever hear their parent's echoes on each other's lips)

"Nothing, Bangs Boy," Keefe said slowly, his eyes glittering as Tam puffed his bangs out of his face. "Where's Linh?"

"With Marella," Tam rolled his eyes. "Why?"

"Dunno." Keefe reached the scowling boy and smirked, bringing himself barely a foot away. Tam's cheeks reddened, and Keefe poked one, causing him to recoil with a growl.

"Could you not?" Tam crossed his arms, putting his book away carefully in his bag.

"Not what? Annoy you? No can do, I'm afraid." Keefe poked his other cheek, which reddened- either with anger or embarrassment, he couldn't tell.

The blonde was shuddering ever so slightly, his fist clenched. He knew that this was a way of getting his feelings out. He knew that this wasn't a good path to take- that soon, he would snap.

The only question was what he would do when he did.

Although Tam might snap first, by the look of his tightening fists.

Tam rolled his eyes, gleaming with barely restrained anger. "Why are you like this?"

"Like what? Devastatingly handsome?" Keefe flicked Tam's bangs out of his face with a flick of his pointer finger, and Tam shuddered, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He was tensing up, and Keefe gave him only a teasing smile as he reached out and flicked him on the ear lightly.

(Tam snapped)

A fist shot forward, catching on Keefe's jaw and snapping his head back as blinding pain shot through his face. His oomph of pain was louder than he'd meant it to be.

Tam stood there, eyes glittering with dark satisfaction and a touch of guilt. His fists were clenched, and hardly a thought had crossed Keefe's mind before he was shaking his head to clear it and leaping at the other, tackling him into the soft grass behind him.

There were gasps and a few shouts around them, but Keefe tuned them out, focusing on the grunts and flying fists. They were a tangle of limbs, trying to connect their fists with each other's faces and stomachs and limbs.

The fight was messy and uncoordinated and wild, and Keefe could only focus on Tam's eyes, narrowed and shimmering and filled with anger.

Tam surged up, but Keefe pushed his shoulders back down, and he was suddenly aware of how close they were; Keefe was basically straddling Tam's stomach, their legs were tangled, and Keefe's hands pressed into Tam's shoulders.

The momentary pause gave Tam headway to push Keefe off of him, and both of them leaped to their feet, panting. Keefe's jaw throbbed from Tam's first punch, but he grinned in reckless abandon. Tam's fists clenched, but he took a step back, trying to catch his breath as Keefe did the same.

His heart slowed as he breathed, but it sped up again as their eyes met.

"Had enough?" Keefe almost growled, his chest heaving from exertion and the emotions spinning through his head.

"Not quite," Tam said, his voice deadly calm as he strode up closer, shoving his face right up to Keefe's.

There were gasps from the onlookers, and Keefe suddenly became aware that they had quite a large audience, the students surrounding them and watching the battle of wills.

But they didn't matter, not as Tam's breath mixed with Keefe's and their eyes met, barely an inch away. 

Keefe didn't quite understand what he was doing as he leaned forward the slightest bit, their lips grazing; and at the slight touch, Tam pressed their lips together harder, Keefe's hands grabbing his cheeks and pulling him closer as their lips moved against each other.

There were shouts and gasps around them, but Keefe just melted into Tam as they kissed, their anger changing to passion. Tam's hands were in his hair and Keefe's fingers grazed Tam's cheeks as the sounds of the crowd faded away, until it was only them.

(Keefe's jaw throbbed, but he didn't care)

Finally, they pulled away, and the world refocused around them. Keefe heard whistles and hoots, and he smirked at Tam, whose face was flushed red with dwindling anger and embarrassment as he scoffed at Keefe's grin.

"Shut up," the brunette mumbled, smacking Keefe's arm.

"You know a way you could shut me up," Keefe offered, making an exaggerated kissy face.

"Do you want me to punch you again?"

"I mean if it leads to the same ending as last time..." Keefe teased, his eyes twinkling with his tingling lips.

A whoop drowned out Tam's response, and Keefe glanced toward the source of the noise, grinning as he met Marella's eyes. She was standing next to Linh, whose face held a mixture or worry and glee as she jumped up and down, clapping her hands.

Marella pumped her fist, winking suggestively in Tam's direction, and Keefe smirked. He turned back to Tam, but the brunette was already leaning in for another kiss.

"Shut up," Tam mumbled against his lips as Keefe opened his mouth to tease him. "I still don't like you."

Marella whooped and whistled as their lips pressed together again.



I haven't written Kam in a while, which is a tragedy, since it's definitely one of my otps. I love them so much.

I actually proofread this for once, so hOpEfUlLy it's good-

So yeah! Hope you liked it! :)

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