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Kiss Under the Mistletoe
"A kiss? Can I get just a bit more,..."
Teddy Peirce X F! Smart Reader
Word Count: 1.1K
Warning(s): Making out, underage drinking (not teddy or reader), fluff, a tiny misunderstanding (readers end), Language/cursing, sexual? (They just really touch), People walking in on or interrupting a make out, bad grammar, writing, and spelling.
Reminder: Don't forget to be safe if you are parting make sure to bring a friend or two, and always put your drunk friend on their side so if they pass out, they don't choke. I don't approve of anyone underage drinking it's just for the fanfiction.
A party? You mentally slapped yourself in the face for letting your friend know about it, getting to be the one dragged to it. The Friday of said party was great, just before Christmas break, everyone finished with finals everyone was in an amazing mood. Dreading the party you make your way home, it's not like you don't like parties, just you didn't really like the thought of being surrounded by drunk people on a Friday night.
After getting dressed in a red dress to fit the Christmas theme of the party your friends and you make your way to the party. Only being a block away from your own home. Upon arrival you hang your coats up and walk into the living room where all the dancing and drinks were. You were questioning making a run for it, greeting you was a half-naked guy yelling to another one that new people were here or as he said, "Fresh meat." was here. Ignoring him you made your way to the probably spiked punch bowl, taking some and having a sip. Yeah. Tequilla filled your taste buds, and you spit the drink put and set the cup down.
You liked parties but seriously, shirtless guys that weren't like the movies and walking into people making out or worse, fucking? Those thoughts made you not go up the stairs, walking outside you sat down on a small bench. "Seems like you could use some company." A voice said, turning around you are met with a "gang" kid? Or Teddy Pierce. Brown hair, brown eyes, he was quite attractive. "I guess." Not wanting to sound rude for not saying anything. He sits down next to you. Sitting in silence the loud party music and people in the background.
Hearing a scoff or a laugh he tried stopping you looked over, asking what was funny. He pointed up. Mistletoe. "So? Do I get a kiss?" You laugh, "Did you come out here just for a kiss from me?" He looked at you a tiny smirk on his face, "So what if I did? Who wouldn't want a kiss from you? Top of her grade, honors student, chess champ, I mean honestly your any guy like mines dream." You froze. He knew who you were? Sure, he was right about all those things, but someone like him?
Stuttering out words, "I mean if you came all this way for a kiss." He smiled, personally you did see him and his friends talking and laughing before he followed you. Did he really need to know, you knew? I mean hell your first time getting a Christmas kiss, it counts even if it is a bet.
Leaning in, he gives you a kiss. The kiss tasted like peppermint, and hot chocolate. Expecting him to pull back, you move back a bit, he didn't like that. He moved over, still kissing you rougher. He pulled back, letting you both get some oxygen. You honestly thought he was going to run back over to his friends and get the $20 or something they would give him for winning the bet. Moving back once again, he speaks "Just A kiss? Can I get just a bit more, think of it as a Christmas gift?" Smiling as he spoke.
What the fuck? Confused you ask, "Is this a joke? Part of the bet or something?" More confused is all you could say to describe how he looked at you. "Bet, joke, what are you talking about you think I'm going to kiss someone who I haven't liked since freshman year?" Now what is going on, your confused and so is he. "Well, I didn't know..." Maybe that wasn't really going to help you, but could he really blame you? His friends were known for that. Huffing he sighs, "Yeah I know. Now you do I guess." Silents follows before he smirks, when you can look at him again. "So, about another kiss?"
You laugh, "I guess you can have another one, but what would my Christmas gift be?" The smirk on his face increased to what you can only describe as devilish, he grabbed your hand and walked you threw the party and into a room. "Did you think you're getting lucky? Cause that's not going to happen, sweetheart." He smiles at you.
"Never, that's for our one-year anniversary." Maybe he was a better guy than you thought, "Oh? When would that be?" Opening the door and leading you into the room, "Today, next year. If you let me be your boyfriend." Let him? Damn he was messing with your heart. "And why wouldn't I let you?" He led to near the bed, laughing, "Well I'm not the best example." Sitting on the bed and patting a spot for you, you sat next to him. "I don't think so, so yeah I will let you be my boyfriend. But after this party I'm going to need a date. To truly tell." Smiling you look over at him, he is also smiling.
Leaning over you kiss him. He kissed you back in an instant, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you to him. You pull back from the kiss, that's when he pulled you onto his lap, straddling him. Pulling you in for another kiss. This time he bites on you bottom lip quite hard, making you gasp, giving enough room for his tongue to slip in. His tongue easily becomes more dominate, pulling you against him. You felt like hours went by of you two just kissing, his hands moving from your waists to your thighs or ass. Anything he could get his hands on without breaking a kiss or pulling back.
You heard people walking coming and going around you, thinking no one was entering the room you both took up. Soon you hear your name being called, a door open, and a gasp and giggle. You turn around the friends you came with were standing in the door frame, watching as Teddy nipped and kissed on your neck. One of them spoke, "We have to leave, she is drunk as hell and your mom called me." You quickly climb off him, apologizing before running out the door.
He just smirked. He may be on the naughty list, but he would be on it forever if it meant every Christmas that was his present. Hurrying out of the party himself needing to determine where he was going to take you for your first date. As he walked in threw door his siter Kate sat there looking at him, their father's old video camera in hand. "A thief Teddy...wait till I tell mom about this!" Everything fell apart. Or did it?
I apologize for taking so long, Christmas was chaotic, and I had no motivation. I will try to post more since, there is like no fics or oneshots for him. I'm running out of ideas though. I will try and post as much as possible though. And thank you guys for 10 likes! If you want to be tagged every time, I post one don't be shy to comment and ask.
That Sketchbook of Yours
Teddy Pierce X reader
Warnings: Fluff, a bit of mention of his fathers passing, Cussing and violent language, Teddy acts like a bully for a paragraph, making out, and parent interrupting making out. Let me know if I missed any!
Word Count: 1.2K not including title
I saw some in need for Christmas chronicles X readers and being someone who thinks teddy was attractive here we are. I'm sorry if some parts are wrong, I barely even had my first kiss (I'm a loser for my age). Also if you have anything else you want don't be shy to ask! Now enjoy!
FYI, it's really late for me and I should be studying for finals but I'm not so if you see a mistake, please let me know and honestly, I kind of hate this but whatever.
After Teddy's father died, he didn't really have anyone to turn to before he met you. You were a nerd as people saw it, you read and wrote, hell you could draw really well too. He thought you were quite pretty too. He only saw you in one class and that was geometry, one he recently failed, but boy was he glad he failed.
You were a shy thing too, not talking much; sitting in a corner seat; head down and always drawing something. He knew of your artist skill from having to sit away from his "gangster" friends and next to you. He always did sneak glances at you how could he not? You were so easy to fall for. Nodding or shaking your head when people talked to you, when you did talk your voice was adorable.
Randomly one day before Christmas break he took your sketchbook, he stood a few inches taller than you. Flipping through the pages mostly filled with cats or sometimes a friend or too. You panic and desperately try to grab the notebook. He stood his ground, looking at each page for a second.
He came across a page, filled with drawings of himself. He laughed before leaning down to your height. "Does this mean you have a little crush on me?" You blush a bright red, he laughs again. "I'm taking that as a yes, am I right? Sweetheart." You stumble on your words, trying to make up a lame excuse to why you had those drawings which consisted of "Your easy to draw," "You sit next to me and are an easy reference." There were a few more but he didn't really bother to listen. The blush that was darkening on your cheeks was more than an answer.
But before he or you could say anything else, you grabbed your notebook and ran off; embarrassed. Running home straight away not stopping till you were safe in your room, cooped up in your feelings for him. Christmas break the rest was a blur for you until a day or two after Christmas...
~Flashback for Teddy on Christmas Eve With Santa~
"If you know what everyone wants, tell me what I want." Kate looked up at him "Teddy! Stop it, you don't have to do that Santa." Santa looked at Teddy a bit annoyed and a bit; prideful? "Her." He fell silent for a long while, knowing exactly who he was talking about. Kate was just confused "Who?" Nobody answered her though.
She very quickly forgot about that when she was asked to find the reindeer. The boys sat in the car for a minute in silence, still running from the police. "She asked for you for Christmas, you know." Teddy smiled a bit, he knew exactly what to do when he saw her again. He even thought about finding you himself.
~End of Flashback~
A day or two after Christmas you were sitting in your bedroom before a faint knock at the door, thinking it was your mother, you politely say that they could come in. You turn to ask 'your mother' what she needs and your face to face with Teddy Pierce. Honestly he doesn't know whether to laugh or walk out with the look of surprise on your face. He spoke before you had a chance to, "Listen I know I was kind of an asshole last we saw each other and I just want to tell you that well. Damn it this is harder than I thought. I like you. I did all that teasing because I liked you."
You stood there, not really being able to muster up any form of words. "Say something please. Yell at me, tell me i'm a dick and kick me out, do anything!" You worked up as much courage you had in many years, got on your tip toes, leaned in and kissed him. Now it was his turn to be surprised. Your kiss was short and sweet your lips tasted like candy-canes and sugar cookies, his tasting like milk and maple syrup. Pulling back from kiss and him you look away a bit sheepishly and quietly speak, "Were the drawings of you not enough, do I really have to say I like you too?"
He was staring at you, "No they weren't. Say it again. That you like me." He was a bit in disbelief I mean hell Santa is always right about that kind of stuff but, he needed to hear it from you. "I like you too, Teddy Pierce." You smile shyly looking back at him, when you feel a tug. Pulling you closer he speaks quietly a bit embarrassed, "Can I?" You don't know for certain what he is asking but you whisper out a yes.
Almost evidently he kissed you, rougher than you kissed him but still soft. He turns you both around having your back to the door, pressing you against it; his hands on your waist teasingly moving up and down, testing the waters to see if he should go down any farther. You, your hands moving to his hair, tugging a bit; trying to get some type of oxygen. He bites your lip not hard just enough to shock you a bit into opening your mouth, his tongue sliding in slowly. Not wanting to rush or scare you.
Seeing you were fine with it he started to get a bit more greedy. Taking a breath he leaned into you more, his body competently covering yours; his leg moves in between your legs, for "More space" as he phrased it in his head. Lightly moaning, you hungrily pull more on his hair; as his tongue takes the more dominant control. He perks up at your little moan.
He made you do that. Not that loser kid that tries to walk you home everyday, not the kid in geometry who tries to get you to look at him, not the kid always asking for homework answers to start a conversation, not even that kid who would compliment your drawings all the time. HIM. Just when it's about to go farther, his hands moving to your ass, you hear a knock. More like he heard the knock. He leaned back, you leaned to him. He gently grabs you and opens the door face to face with your mother.
"You two alright I didn't really hear any talking or anything, do you guys want some cookies?" Your mom spoke, you honestly have never been more mad at your mother for ruining the moment. Teddy smiled at her "No, maybe next time my mother would get worried." Your mother being the kind lady she is smiled back and told him she would let you two say goodbye before he left.
"We are dating now right," you asked questioningly. He laughed, "I wouldn't kiss you and do all that for you not to be my girlfriend." You smile at him, and he opens your bedroom door to leave. Pulling him back you give him a kiss, a soft and quick one before walking him outside. Walking back to your room you realize something.
Teddy Pierce a guy who stole cars, hung around gangsters, and has failed a class was not your boyfriend he was just a random guy. Your boyfriend was kind, loved photographing and had a passion for it. He loved the snow and would never admit enjoying baking and how much he really loved his sister. To think it all happened because he took that sketchbook of yours and maybe a bit of help from old saint nick.
I hate the ending, but I didn't want this one-shot to be over 1.5K words. Well, I hope you like this, please if you want to re-post this somewhere you give me credits and permission. If you want any more of Teddy Pierce don't be shy, I'm always open to suggestions and as well as help in making my writing more enjoyable. Please let me know your opinions!
"But why is he here all the time," he whines to Robin. She doesn't like him much, but Scoops is empty, and what else is he supposed to do? Not speak to her at all?
"Why do you care what Eddie Munson is doing at the mall."
"I don't care." He scoffs, rolls his eyes. "He's just always here. Doesn't he have anything better to do?"
"Do you?"
"He doesn't work here."
"Haven't seen you doing a lot of work here, Steve."
"You spent forty minutes yesterday drawing on your sneakers."
She shakes her head, but doesn't say anything because he's right and she knows it.
He goes back to staring at Munson, sitting on the edge of the fountain. He's relaxed back, legs spread, looking like he owns the place. The way he's leaning, his t-shirt rides up, showing a tantalizing glimpse of pale skin and the lightest dusting of hair. He doesn't remember his mouth being so dry before.
"You're such an idiot." Robin smacks herself down beside him. "Eddie's a good guy. Is this just because he's the freak and you're King Steve?"
"No!" He says it too loud, a few people in the foodcourt turn to stare. "I'm not that guy anymore. That's all just--" he flaps his hand, can't find the words.
She makes a disbelieving noise, eyes narrow. "I'll never forgive you if you hurt him."
Robin stomps off to the backroom before he can stop her, tell her he doesn't want to hurt Munson.
One of Eddie's friends says something that has Eddie stretching back to hear, pulling his shirt higher, flashing the dark line of a tattoo, and that's too much, that has him slamming his eyes closed, rubbing at his brow but all he can think is--
cold cinder block at his back, hot mouths and fumbling hands and long, deft fingers; desperate, bitten off moans; hands fisted into long curls; the hot, bittersweet taste of him
It was only a handful of times, quick encounters in the locker room, once under the bleachers in the gym. And Steve, he'd never--it didn't mean anything, but it meant everything, and Eddie's been all he can think of for months.
A group of middle school girls comes in, then, and he forgets about Munson as he scoops ice cream and blends milkshakes. The next time he looks to the fountain, Eddie is gone
---
Steve cleans up the remnants of a dropped milkshake at the store entrance, and his shorts are a little too tight, okay, he can feel the way they pull around his hips when he bends too much, but he has to clean the tile before the rush starts and customers complain. There's one spot, though, it's already dried, has to really put his back into it.
The food court is crowded by the time he finishes, bustling with customers. He turns to grab the bucket, and stops dead in his tracks. Munson sits on one of the built-in planters directly behind him. He was staring at Steve's polyester clad ass, but now his eyes travel up Steve's body, getting darker with desire as they go.
He's trapped in place by the force of Eddie's gaze, by the want there. They stare at each other in silence, Steve's blood thumping a vigorous rhythm.
The moment breaks when Robin's voice, calling his name, catches his attention. He turns back to his work without a word, but inside he's reeling.
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Steve's opening alone, comes out from the back, and there Eddie is, lounging on the fountain rim with a magazine in hand. It's been a couple of days since he's been around, not since the incident. He watches as Munson languidly flips through the pages, seeming not to have a care in the world, and he--
Well, he's never really had to wait around for something he wants.
He stalks over to the fountain, stops when the tips of his sneakers touch the toes of Eddie's boots. And, yeah, he's in his dorky sailor outfit, but Munson didn't seem to mind the other day. Steve thinks maybe he likes it.
"Munson," he says. His hands are on his hips.
Eddie looks up, slow, taking Steve in. He leans back further, crosses his legs at the ankle. "Harrington."
They stare at each other. Steve starts biting his lip. Not as a move--he's nervous, suddenly, that all of this is a waste and Eddie isn't interested--but Munson's gaze hooks on his mouth, lingers, like a warm caress.
Steve's never initiated things between them before, isn't sure if it's working. He takes the chance, though, starts walking away.
He crosses through the seating area, past the counter, into the back, doesn't know for sure if Eddie is following until the door doesn't close right away behind him.
There's a single beat of a second where they watch each other and neither moves, before Eddie is on him, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him into the wall.
"What the fuck is this, Harrington, huh?" They're close enough for their noses to touch. "You ignore me for months and now--"
"You're here all the fucking time," he snaps back. "Sitting in the same spot like you own the place."
"So, I'm not allowed to be at the mall now?" Eddie sneers. "God forbid I'm in sight of the king."
Steve tries to pull away. "That's not what this is, and you know it."
"Then what is it, Stevie? Spell it out for me real slow to make sure I understand." He leans in, a little, and Steve stops breathing.
Eddie's lips brush his, a gentle press that isn't quite a kiss, not yet. His knees go weak, the wall at his back the only thing holding him up, but the kiss doesn't deepen. Instead, Eddie steps back, laughs. "You think I'm this easy, sweetheart? That you can lure me with your little sailor costume and I'll come without a fight?"
"Am I wrong?"
Eddie scoffs, turns his head, and Steve thinks he overplayed it, that his misread everything.
"Fuck you, Harrington." Eddie grabs him, then, hands fisting into his sailor shirt. "Fuck you and this stupid, sexy outfit. Fuck you for knowing this would work on me."
His mouth presses against Steve's throat, and he moans, clinging to Eddie's jacket.
"Listen to you, sweetheart," Eddie murmurs. "Making all those desperate, pathetic sounds for me. Almost like you missed me or something."
"I did." He groans as Eddie's mouth moves along his jaw. "Missed you so much, haven't been able to stop thinking about you."
Eddie sinks his teeth into Steve's cheek, and he has to stifle his shout. He's harder than he can remember ever being before, thinks he could come just from the feel of Eddie's teeth in his skin.
"That's not what you told Billy," Eddie says. "When he almost caught us."
"I didn't want him to hurt you," he gasps. "I--I didn't want him to have a reason."
Eddie pulls away, Steve grasping after him. "I can handle Hargrove."
"He hit me in the head with a plate." Steve points to the small scar on his forehead. "That's how I got that concussion last year."
"Oh," Eddie blinks. He cards his fingers through Steve's hair, pulling it out of the way to see the scar better. "Sweetheart. I thought--" he swallows, throat working. "I--I keep coming here to see you. I wanted--"
His hand falls to Steve's neck, drawing him in. For a second, Steve thinks it's another tease, but Eddie does kiss him this time. It's deep, desperate, so thorough he thinks Eddie's memorizing the taste of him. He doesn't want it to ever stop, not for a second.
Outside, someone starts hammering on the counter bell, shouting for service.
They slip apart, Eddie still gently cradling the back of Steve's neck. "Come over tonight?" Eddie's eyes are so dark, wanting, he could drown in them.
"Yes." Because there is no other answer.
He lets Eddie out the back door just as Robin yells from the front, "Harrington! We have a customer! I haven't clocked in yet!"
"Be right there," he yells back, but not fast enough that she doesn't catch a glimpse of Eddie slipping out.
She whirls to him, brow in an angry furrow. "Steve! I told you not to hurt him!"
He can't stop his smile. "Buckley, I promise you, Munson can take care of himself."
We make sure not to waste a single moment once dad is out of the house. Its more like a routine nowadays .
It’s that time of year.
Light a campfire 🔥
Then heat things up!
The wives at faire. Mine included
❤️Girls kissing girls 💋 It's my thing! 😘
Makes me happy
Hot wife hot tub fantasies
One of our goals
It’s critical to a good relationship
This is basically what got us started
Fuck Me Harder
author:
the_most_happy
summary:
“Right. Sorry to bother you, I recently moved next door.”
The guy cocked his head to the side, an 'o’ forming on his lips. They looked soft. An oddly specific thing to notice but Chuuya tried to ignore it.
“Oh.”
“And I need you to keep your— your sexual encounters to a decent volume if you don’t mind. Try to be a little respectful here, yeah?”
“...What if I don’t?”
[Or: that Soukoku AU where Chuuya just moved to his new penthouse and Dazai is that noisy neighbor who has very loud sex every night. I'm sorry.]
Kanye gotta eat
Making out with the Joker would include :
(Woooo more nasty prompts! WOoo the Joker 😏 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original)
-Him usually starting it as he simply couldn’t let go of your lips the moment you’d try to back away from his kiss
-Him showing his possessiveness by gripping your cheeks and reaching to your hair as he sloppily delves his tongue into your mouth
-Him laughing and smirking maniacally to hear your little moans and whimpers, only to tell you to breath in and out in between kisses
-Him pulling you tightly to him and if he can pulling you to sit completely on his lap as his hand travels down to feel your body
-Him nipping and bitting at your lips simply because he wants to hear you moan and beg for more
-Him occasionally making you feel his scars, only to laugh and start kissing you again, seeing how needy you are
-Him gripping your hair to pull you back just to ask you who do you belong to, only to be satisfied once you say what he wants to hear
-Him getting rough and tearing your shirt to attack your neck and chest, only to hand you his jacket to cover yourself whenever you are both done
-Him gripping your waist to control the way you would grind up against him
-Him always leaving hickeys and bite marks to make everyone realize that you’re his
Lucky girls 🔥👀
Casual - Hetstaine AU
When two people meet who aren't supposed to, what happens to them then? When one gets so entangled in the other, what happens? Would it be wrong to say no matter how fucked up it got, it all felt right to Dave?
A/N: I posted this on AO3, but I wanted to show it off on here as well. You can check out my carrd in my bio, my AO3 account is linked there.
This is what Dave and James will look like in this fic, I'll be adding more people into it as the story progresses.
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A kiss.
A kiss ruined his life.
His friendships, reputation, basically everything.
Or maybe it was who Dave kissed that absolutely destroyed him.
It was a little under a year ago that all this mess happened. It was a regular school day, and like always, Dave would drop by James’ house to help him with homework.
He pitied the blond, he always seemed lost with his work, and Dave didn’t mind helping James, he really didn’t have much to do anyway.
James was sitting at his desk, twisting the chair back and forth, chewing on the eraser of the pencil he was holding, his brows slightly furrowed as he looked down to the paper in front of him.
It was an amusing sight and Dave watched him intently. He leaned back on his hands, his palms pressing into the soft mattress of the bed, swinging his feet a little.
“What’re you stuck on?” Dave asked, sighing a little. It seemed that James couldn’t grasp the concepts of math he explained to him.
“The third question, but I’d rather not do it. I’m tired of this shit.” James grumbled, setting his pencil down, turning his chair to look at Dave.
“What do you wanna do instead?” The ginger asked, meeting James’ eyes, seeing that he had a flat expression.
James didn’t respond for a moment, standing up to sit next to Dave, his demeanor quickly changing into something more shy and reserved, his fingers picking at loose threads in his jeans. He was hesitant to speak, maybe it’d be stupid to bring up something like this, but he trusted Dave.
“I need your help.” James said, finally speaking after the awkward moment of silence. Dave raised an eyebrow, tilting his head forward, interested in what James had to say.
“With?”
“Don’t start teasing me for it,” James started, looking at Dave before continuing. “But there’s a girl in my class, Sarah Conners, and I wanna ask her out.”
“Ask her out then? What’re you coming to me for?” Dave quipped, sitting up a bit more. James didn’t seem bad with girls, a little awkward, but not a total idiot around them.
“You’ve got way more experience with girls than I do, and I figured you could help me. I wanna impress her.” James mumbled, seeming regretful with asking. Maybe he should’ve just figured out how to do these things on his own, maybe it seemed too childish to ask Dave for help.
Dave’s signature smirk started to creep onto his face, finding James’ predicament a bit laughable. Sure, he knows his ways around girls but he’s not one to give up trade secrets. But for James, he’d make some exceptions.
“Well, for starters, you gotta drop this shy act. Girls like guys who know what they’re doing, so you can’t fumble around her.” Dave suggested, wanting to poke fun at James. His inexperience with charming women was something the blond was often teased about.
James nodded, listening intently. He seemed to have the motivation to learn more about how to sway girls just for a chance with Sarah.
Dave sat up a bit more, leaning closer to James, looking him in the eye.
“Be charming. Compliment her hair, her eyes, her smile. Be nice, but don’t be overly bold, you’ll just come off as desperate and she’ll think you’re weird.”
“I can do that. She really does have a nice smile. She even waved at me the other day in the hall.” James said, fondly recalling the memory.
‘What a dork.’ Dave thought, seeing the goofy grin on James’ face, the excitement at the mere mention of Sarah made James bashful.
“Alright, you can get by with complimenting her, but you’ve gotta be physical too. Chicks dig it when you know what you’re doing with your body.” Dave hesitated, wondering if he was pushing things too far.
James had only asked for a few tips, but Dave couldn’t help himself—he wanted to go the extra mile. Seeing how awkward James was about the whole thing, Dave figured he’d do him a favor. If James was serious about impressing this girl, he might as well get all the help he could offer.
“You know how to kiss a girl, right?”
James’ eagerness dropped for a moment, his face flushing with embarrassment as he shook his head.
“I haven’t kissed a girl yet.”
Dave couldn’t help the burst of laughter that escaped from his mouth, snickering at the pitiful admission. Of course James hadn’t had a first kiss.
“For real? What’re you, six years old?” Dave teased, poking at his inexperience.
"Oh, come on, don't be a jerk about this." James groaned, rolling his eyes, getting a bit frustrated with Dave. He could be pretty insensitive at times, and right now, James wasn't having it.
The ginger chuckled at the blond's irritation, enjoying the way his face scrunched up at the snarky teasing. Dave leaned in a bit closer again, slinging his arm around James.
“I’m only kidding, relax. C’mere.”
James merely huffed, letting his side press against Dave's, still feeling annoyed, the bed creaking slightly from their combined weight in one spot on the bed.
Dave smirked, enjoying the way he reacted, knowing he was getting under James' skin, but continued on.
“Do you actually want to impress this girl? Or are you just content with having her wave at you in the hallway?” Dave mocked, leaning into playfully nudge him.
"I do want to impress her, I wanna ask her out." James said, repeating his reasoning from earlier, looking Dave in the eye, feeling a bit hopeless with his lack of experience with girls.
"James," Dave said, meeting his gaze intensely, his tone becoming serious. "If you're gonna let me help you, you need to promise me that you won't get weird about this and that you won't tell anyone."
"I promise." James said, curious to know how Dave would help him, but he believed Dave had his best interest in mind. Dave was his best friend after all, he knew James better than anyone, he wouldn't play any tricks on him.
Dave relaxed a bit more, turning his body to face James properly. Was teaching him how to kiss weird? Maybe, but the poor guy needed help, and Dave wouldn't leave a friend in need.
He looked over James' face, seeing naivety written all over it, his bangs were way too short, an immature cut he probably did with the kitchen scissors. Dave never really paid that much attention to James' appearance. It wasn’t something he normally thought about, but right now, with everything so close, it was all he could focus on.
There were faint scars of acne on his cheeks, but it wasn't completely gone, the red dots scattered across his face. His face was still had a childish appearance, having quite the amount of baby fat on it. His eyes were a piercing blue, often hidden with his downturned eye shape, which gave him the appearance of being too serious all the time. His lips were full but slightly chapped, and Dave couldn't care less.
"What're you staring at?" James asked, his tone much quieter with how close they were. He felt self conscious with the way Dave was staring at him, as if he had something gross on his face.
"Nothing." Dave said, trying to keep his tone casual. He wasn't really sure why he started staring, but it felt nice for some reason to look at James in silence. His features were much softer than Dave's, his own face being more square with less curves and more lines and edges. It was a fascinating contrast.
“Alright,” Dave spoke, forcing himself to focus. “Let’s just get this over with.” He shifted his weight on the bed. “We’ll do this step by step. First lesson: don’t overthink it.”
James nodded, though the nervous frown still lingered on his face, like he wasn’t entirely convinced about the whole “practice with your best friend” thing. Dave couldn’t blame him. Hell, he wasn’t sure how he felt about it either.
The blond hesitated, but Dave wasn’t waiting anymore. He didn’t give James time to second-guess it. In one fluid motion, he shifted a little closer, his arm tightening just a bit around James’s shoulders, and pulled him in. There was no hesitation in the kiss—just a quick, firm press of lips against lips, cutting through the awkwardness of the moment.
James’ breath hitched at the unexpected movement, but Dave barely noticed, his hand moving instinctively to the back of James’s neck, holding him in place for a second longer than planned. He could feel James’s pulse against his skin, the way his body tensed at first, before he relaxed just a little.
It was an awkward kiss at best, Dave taking the lead while James just sat there, stiff as a board, not doing much.
Dave pulled away, frowning just a little.
"You can't just freeze up like that, man. You gotta kiss back."
James’ face flushed, a mix of embarrassment and confusion creeping into his features. He swallowed hard, trying to shake off the awkwardness, but his mind was still stuck on the fact that he had just kissed his best friend.
“I- I didn’t know what to do,” James muttered, his voice small. “It’s... weird.”
Dave let out a quiet sigh, frustration creeping in despite the humor in his voice. "It’s not that complicated, dude. Just kiss me back. It’s not a big deal."
James shifted uncomfortably, the bed creaking as he chewed on his lip. His mind was racing, tangled in a mess of thoughts. “Yeah, but you’re... I mean, we’re friends, right? I shouldn’t even be thinking about this. What if this makes everything weird?”
Dave raised an eyebrow, half-amused, half-annoyed by the sudden spiral James had fallen into. "You’re seriously overthinking this. I told you not to. It’s just kissing. You wanted to practice, so practice. No one’s gonna tell anyone, and if it helps you out, then great. You’re making this way harder than it needs to be.”
James looked at Dave, searching his face for any sign of joke, but there was none. It was serious. And that’s what bothered him the most—this wasn’t a joke. It felt too serious, maybe like something more, but it was just kissing, he shouldn't be losing his mind over it.
“You’re making it weird now, James. Just do it. We’re friends, remember? You’re just learning how to kiss.” Dave said, still keeping his hand on the back of James' neck, wanting to encourage him to keep going.
James mustered up the courage to try again, remembering that this was all for Sarah. He leaned in this time, his lips brushing against Dave’s in a way that felt both way too soft and way too hard at the same time. His body was tense, his mind racing with a thousand questions.
'Is this how it’s supposed to feel? Am I doing it right? Does Dave think I’m messing this up?'
But despite the internal chaos, he tried his best to follow Dave’s lead, pressing in a little more, his lips moving a firmly against Dave’s. It wasn’t exactly graceful—his nose bumped Dave’s, and he almost knocked their teeth together—but he couldn’t stop himself now.
Dave’s lips twitched against James’s, the whole thing was so awkward it was almost ridiculous, but at the same time, there was something oddly... endearing about it. James was trying so hard, his clumsy movements carrying a strange mix of determination and hesitation.
Dave pulled back for a second, raising an eyebrow. “Alright, not bad, but you’re trying way too hard. You gotta chill, man. This isn’t, like, a competition.”
James flushed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m not... trying that hard. I’m just—” He sighed, frustrated with himself. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, okay?”
Dave’s smirk softened, just a bit. “Yeah, I noticed. Just... don’t think so much. Let it happen."
James frowned, his lips pressing together in a tight line. “Easy for you to say,” He muttered, his voice low. “You’ve done this a million times.”
Dave said, leaning back slightly. Despite what he told James, he was still panicking. “Exactly. So maybe listen to the expert, huh?”
"Look,” Dave reasoned, leaning closer, his voice dropping slightly. “Pretend I’m Sarah or something. Just... go with it.”
James paused, his eyes widening slightly. “What?” He asked, his tone edging on defensive.
Dave sighed dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose. James' sloppiness was starting to bug him. “You heard me. Pretend I’m Sarah. Isn’t that what this is for? Impressing her?”
James swallowed hard, his hands twitching at his sides. He hated how casual Dave was about this, like it was just another dumb thing they were doing after school, no big deal. But it wasn’t just that—not with the way Dave’s voice had dropped a little, or the way his greenish hazel eyes stayed locked on James, half teasing, half something else James couldn’t quite place.
“Fine.” James muttered after a beat. He leaned in just enough to close the space between them again. His heart was racing, and he couldn’t tell if it was nerves, embarrassment, or something he didn’t even want to name.
'Pretend it’s Sarah. Just pretend it’s Sarah.' He told himself.
When their lips finally met again, James moved cautiously, his lips pressing against Dave’s with a deliberate slowness. He tried to mimic what he’d felt earlier, but it was backed up with more confidence. Just imagining that it was Sarah was confusing him even more on how he felt about practice kissing with Dave.
Dave blinked in surprise, his annoyance dimming as he felt James’s lips press harder against his. It was still messy, sure, but there was something strangely... determined about it. Like James wasn’t just trying to kiss well—he was trying to prove something.
“Not bad,” Dave muttered against James’s mouth, his tone quieter now, almost distracted. His hand found its way to James’s shoulder, pulling him in closer without really thinking about it.
“See?” Dave said, his voice low, though it carried a teasing edge. “You’re getting it. Sarah’s gonna be—”
“Don’t.” James interrupted, his voice sharper than expected. He pulled back just enough to glare at Dave, his lips slightly swollen and red. “Don’t bring her up right now.”
“Alright, no Sarah,” Dave said, his voice softer than usual. His hand lingered on James’s shoulder, fingers gripping him slightly. “Didn’t think you’d get so worked up over this.”
James glared harder, his jaw tightening as he sat back. “I’m not worked up,” He muttered, though his flushed face betrayed him. He crossed his arms over his chest. “I just... I don’t get why it’s such a big deal.”
Now, Dave was just confused. It was meant to help James, not to irritate him. "Don't start wimping out on me, man, you promised you wouldn't get weirded out. I'm only trying to help you to score with Sarah.
James didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stared at the floor, his jaw working like he was chewing on words he couldn’t bring himself to say. The silence stretched just long enough to make Dave uncomfortable, though he wasn’t sure why. He hadn’t done anything wrong—he was helping, wasn’t he? This was all for James. For Sarah. That’s all it was supposed to be.
But then there was the way James looked now—flushed, irritated, his lips still red and a little swollen—and for a split second, Dave felt something twist in his chest. It was faint, warm, maybe tingly, but it was there, and it scared the hell out of him. He shouldn't be freaking out like James was, he had to stay composed.
He cleared his throat, trying to sound more confident than he felt. “James, it’s just practice, alright? Chill out. Don’t overthink it.”
James looked up at him, his blue eyes clouded with something like embarrassment—or maybe it was confusion. “Yeah... you’re right,” He muttered, his voice tight. “I don’t know why I’m panicking. It’s not a big deal.”
The air was thick with tension that neither of them wanted to acknowledge.
"Just one more time, okay? I think you're getting the hang of it." Dave said, trying to be encouraging with James.
Their lips met again, slower this time, and James followed Dave’s lead as best as he could, but the hesitancy was still there. His lips were too stiff, his movements too scared, but he kept trying, almost desperate to get it right.
Dave figured he could try to loosen up James, so his hand found James’ jaw, fingers pressing lightly, tilting his head just enough to shift the angle of the kiss. James instinctively leaned in, his body drawing closer, and for a moment, everything seemed to blur—his nerves, his confusion, even his embarrassment.
Dave’s fingers slid down to the nape of James’s neck, his thumb grazing the sensitive skin there. James shivered, and for the first time, he wasn’t sure if it was the kiss or Dave’s touch that made him feel so exposed.
James kissed back more urgently now, his lips parting slightly as if to push deeper, his hands shaking as they found their place on Dave’s chest. Dave responded, his grip on James’s neck tightening, pulling him closer. James felt his heart pounding in his ears, felt the heat of Dave’s body against his, the tension winding between them like a coil about to snap.
Their breaths mixed together as they pressed their bodies against one another, the eagerness of James and the amusement of Dave were perfect. James had no idea what to do, yet Dave had the patience and tolerance to teach him and guide him. At this point, neither of them were thinking about Sarah.
James was really getting into it, thinking now would be a good time to practice something else. He saw it in movies, and it seemed to be pretty hot to do with a girl, so without a second thought, his tongue pressed against Dave's bottom lip.
Dave stiffened for a moment, shocked by the sudden shift, but then he gave in, matching James’ movements with an ease that surprised even him. His and James' tongues met, sloppily rubbing against and sliding around each other, the grip Dave had on James getting tighter, feeling James twist his shirt as the kiss got even more heated.
Then it happened, a sound slipped from James’ throat, soft and breathy—a moan he didn’t mean to let out, but it broke through anyway.
The noise somewhat startled him Dave. His eyes snapped open, and his body tensed as the reality of the situation crashed over him. He pulled back quickly, his breathing uneven, his hand dropping from James’ neck as if burned.
“What the hell was that?” Dave demanded, his voice sharp and almost panicked, his lips still tingling from the kiss.
James froze, his face going crimson, his hands trembling slightly as he stared at Dave, wide-eyed. “I-I didn’t mean to,” He stammered, his voice barely audible. “It just—”
Dave scooted a bit further from James, the tingling in his chest still there. He didn't like this. It was supposed to be practice and just that, nothing gay or like they were in love.
"Christ- James, you're not supposed to react like that. It's practice." Dave insisted, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself of that. He started getting irritated with himself, why'd he let this go so far? Why didn't he stop James when he pushed his tongue into his mouth, or when he clung onto him?
The room fell into an unbearable silence, the charged air between them refusing to dissipate. James still sat there, his lips red and wet with saliva, his mind racing in circles he couldn’t escape from. Dave, meanwhile, couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed—something they couldn’t take back.
“Okay,” Dave said, his voice tight, almost strained. “I think that’s enough.”
James' lips were still parted and his face flushed. His hands trembled as he pulled them back to his lap, suddenly hyper-aware of everything—the heat in his face, the way his heart was hammering, and, worst of all, the humiliating sound that had slipped out.
“Yeah,” James muttered, his voice quiet. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes fixed on the bedspread. He couldn’t bring himself to meet Dave’s gaze.
Dave frowned, caught off guard by the apology. “Sorry? For what?”
James hesitated, his fingers fidgeting with the blanket. “I don’t know,” He mumbled, his voice barely audible. “For... uh, that. For making it weird.”
Dave raised an eyebrow but didn’t push. He felt weird too, like the ground beneath him had shifted and left him scrambling to find his balance. Still, he forced a casual tone, trying to brush it off. “It’s not weird. It’s practice, remember?”
James nodded quickly, but the embarrassment was written all over his face. “Just... please don’t tell anyone, okay? Like, not our friends, not anyone. I don’t want them thinking—”
“I’m not gonna tell anyone,” Dave interrupted, his tone softening just a bit. He leaned back, resting on his arms. “Jesus, James. Do you really think I’d go around blabbing about this?”
James shook his head, but his shoulders stayed tense. “I don’t know,” He muttered. “I just... I don’t want people to know—”
“That you moaned while kissing me?” Dave cut in, a teasing edge creeping into his voice despite the weirdness of the situation.
James turned an even deeper shade of red, his jaw tightening. “Shut up.” He grumbled, but there was no real bite behind it.
Dave snorted, shaking his head. “Relax, man. I’m not gonna say anything.” But even as he tried to lighten the mood, he couldn’t ignore the strange sensation curling in his chest. That moment—the way James had leaned into him, the sound he’d made—had felt way too real, way too... something.
James sat there, quiet and tense, his mind racing. He told himself it didn’t matter, that it was just practice, just some stupid kiss to help him impress Sarah. But the lingering heat in his chest and the memory of Dave’s hands on him told a different story, one he wasn’t ready to confront.
