Destiel One-Shots (BoyxBoy)

26: I Guess We're Kissing Now

15. I don't have a clue who you are, but that's my ex, so I'm going to need you to kiss me now.

-doieverforgetthepie

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I fucking hate college.

I mean, I need it, but it's so hard. Can't I just give up and work at McDonalds for the rest of my life?

Yeah-No, Castiel.

I forced myself I stare at my textbooks again. For the fiftieth time today. I need education for a good job, for more money, and a better life. No getting out of it. Unless I win the lottery.

But what are he chances of that? Less than the chances of successfully navigating a spaceship through an asteroid field.

With my laptop, my coffee, and my earphones, I'm probably gonna end up staying all night just to study. Like always. But that's life.

I continued typing my essay, glancing at my textbook every few clicks. Every time my coffee cup got empty, I asked the employees to fill it up again. Everything was going along like it normally would. I was just in my usual booth, like normal, until he came along.

Someone just randomly sat in the opposite side of my booth and stared at me. I looked up, raising an eyebrow, and then blushed as I took his appearance in.

"Um...hi?" I squeaked.

Holy Jesus, he was hot. Perfect jaw, perfect cheekbones, perfect muscles, perfect everything. He had beautiful green gems, light-colored hair and freckles all over his cheekbones and nose bridge. He wore this old leather jacket that was even more perfect on him, if that makes sense.

"Yeah, hi," he breathed out, glancing at someone behind me. "Look, I don't have a clue who you are, but that's my ex, so I'm going to need you to kiss me now."

And - Okay, I guess we're kissing now.

My eyes slowly fluttered shut. His hand was still pulling my vest forward (yes, I wear a vest, shut up). I didn't realize how much time was passing as he and I moved against each other, and then he pulled away.

I just stared at him, open mouthed, as he slid in right next to me and moved his arm right over my shoulder like we were together.

"W-what?" Was all I could say.

"Oh, sweetie," he smiled, giving my cheek a kiss. "Please just go with it," he whispered to me, sending sensual shivers down my back.

I stuttered for a while. Go along with what? Being his boyfriend?

"U-uh..."

He laughed like I just told a joke. "You're so funny!" He said.

"I-I'm not good at this," I whispered.

He looked away, watching something I couldn't see and then looked back at me. "Just pretend we're together, Okay? Please, I'll pay you back later."

Still. Have. No. Idea. What. Is. Going. On. Help.

"B-but, why? Why me?" I asked. "What do I do?"

He sighed and gave me this piercing stare. "You were the hottest guy around, and I just really need to get back at my ex. Just pretend like we've been dating and stuff, whatever." He shrugged and kissed my cheek again, making me blush hard as he rested his chin on my shoulder, watching why I was doing. "So, watcha doin', hon?" He asked.

I looked back at my laptop, then back to him. Should I go along with this? I don't even know this man. But he's...really hot. Eh, what can I lose?