Don't Touch || BOYxBOY ✔️

19

"Never have I ever given a guy head in my uni accommodation against my desk," Leo quickly spat out, a large and kind of high pitched laugh escaping his lips as his shoulders shook.

Dante's lips twitched upwards but he rolled his eyes in mock annoyance. "You little shit," he muttered as he took a large gulp of his drink.

"Sorry, couldn't help it," Leo laughed loudly, shaking his head.

"Okay, I have one," Dante said in a sharp voice. "Never have I ever been totally confused about my sexuality but decided to try and seduce my guy friend which resulted in me moaning his name loudly and pathetically."

Leo's jaw dropped. "You asshole."

"Yep," Dante said with a smug smile. "Drink up, princess."

"Who the hell are you calling princess?"

"Clearly, you," Dante said with a roll of his eyes. "You're a little baby."

"I am not," Leo snapped.

"Just shut up and drink."

"I did not moan your name," Leo said.

"Oh yes you did," Dante scoffed. "I can still hear it in the back of my mind."

Leo looked over at him and licked his lips. "Oh? So you're still thinking about it, huh? Was it that good?"

"Just shut up and drink!"

"Fine," Leo grumbled. He took a quick swig and then spoke again. "I have a great one. Never have I ever made out in a boys room upstairs whilst a full blown party was going on downstairs..."

Dante's smile faded slowly and his eyes flickered across Leo's face. The playful banter faded into something more serious, more charged. The room, once filled with laughter and teasing, suddenly felt heavy with unspoken possibilities.

Leo's heart pounded in his chest as he watched Dante's reaction. He hadn't meant for the game to take this turn, hadn't meant to bring the unspoken into the light. But now that it was out there, hanging in the air between them, he couldn't take it back.

For a moment, neither of them moved. They just sat there, the silence between them thick with tension, the game forgotten. Leo could feel his pulse in his ears, his breath shallow as he waited for Dante to say something, anything.

Dante broke the silence first, his voice low and even. "Is that a challenge, Leonardo?"

Leo swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. "Maybe," he replied, trying to keep his tone light, but the tremor in his voice gave him away.

Dante set his cup down on the nightstand with a deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving Leo's. Then, in one fluid motion, he shifted closer, his knee brushing against Leo's. The touch was subtle, but it sent a shockwave through Leo's entire body.

"Be careful what you wish for," Dante murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Leo's breath hitched, his mind racing. This was the moment, the moment he'd been waiting for, dreaming of. He could feel the tension between them, the way Dante's gaze flicked to his lips and back to his eyes, the way the air seemed to crackle with electricity.

Without thinking, Leo leaned in, closing the distance between them. His heart was pounding so hard he was sure Dante could hear it. When their lips finally met, it was soft, tentative, as if they were both testing the waters again. But the spark was immediate, igniting something deep within Leo.

The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, as if they had all the time in the world. Leo felt Dante's hand slide up to cup the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He melted into the touch, into the kiss, everything else fading away until it was just the two of them, lost in this moment.