Cliché

Chapter Fourteen: Kiss

Author's Notes: 

Warning: slightly NSFW.

You were warned.

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Nick did not know what to do with himself. He had never kissed a guy before. He'd never felt like it. But right now, he had enticed the situation himself. The second-year still had no idea why he'd done that, but nothing else found a place in his brain when their lips touched. Washed away entirely when a little "humpf" escaped his throat as they collided. He blamed that on the alcohol.

Leon sealed their lips tightly, and inhaled deeply through his nose. They were kissing. He was kissing Nick. And he was not being rejected. The first-year felt as if electricity ran through his body. One of his hands was already on the elder's nape, and the other found its way to his waist and squeezed it, causing a surprised gasp.

Out of reflex because of the unusual situation, Nick's hands - that were at loss at what to do - tried to push Leon's chest away this time. He was too startled. Normally he'd be the one doing all that but like this? His brain was not processing what to do. It was a flimsy act, the guy put near to no strength in it, but the other noticed.

Maybe if he'd been sober, Leon would have pulled away, worrying if it was too much.

But Leon was not sober.

The little gasp just made him more tempted and his reaction to the push was to caress the elder's hair and lick his lips, asking for permission.

Nick's eyes shot open. He hadn't noticed when they closed, but they were very open right now and looking very distressed. As if a coin had dropped, the weight of the situation fell on him when Leon tried to deepen their kiss. Oh god, oh god. His fists rolled closed, scrunching up the shirt's fabric under them. It's too much, he thought as he felt the heart in his throat.

Feeling the tension, Leon's own eyes opened up, half lidded with desire as they met the other's, their mouths now millimeters apart. Slowly and gently, the redhead used each finger to caress Nick's hair and waist carefully, both seducing and reassuring him. Please don't make me stop.

"You okay there?" It was a low whisper that played with every nerve of the elder.

Nick's trains of thought stopped. His pride swelled inside his chest. The second-year refused to be intimidated like this, he was the senpai for god's sake. His fists relaxed and he glared, faking an anger that did not exist and acting as if he was impatient.

Leon breathed a laugh, closed his eyes and licked his lip again, pressing the older's nape towards himself.

Nick's brain shot down.

His eyes closed slowly, and his mouth opened, timidly at first. An unrecognizable sound escaped him as Leon's tongue met his. Now that the boy was relying on pure instinct, his arms circled around the Kouhai's neck, bringing him closer, replying to the act with the same intensity.

The second-year felt the redhead smile into the kiss when he responded. He also felt his own face hot with embarrassment, despite himself.

Nick was not inexperienced. He had his share of kissing people of course, amongst other things, but somehow the first-year brought to surface every bashfulness he did not have with anyone else. His head was spiralizing, and not because of the alcohol anymore. The senpai acknowledged bitterly that - fuck, Mark was not kidding around, Leon was a damned good kisser.

They melted into the exchange, deepening it. Nick, not wanting to lose, sucked on Leon's bottom lip earning a moan that made his ego very happy. Leon pulled Nick closer by the hip, gluing their bodies together: both his hands were now hugging the other closely as the redhead left a bite on the older's lips. Nick hissed and pulled away, just to slam their mouths together right after, pulling in the younger with his hands on his neck and face.