Chris Collins One-Shots Series

Kissing Lessons

"Aren't you a little curious?"

There was no seductive undertone to Chris' voice, nor did it sound like he was teasing. Chris probably thought he was just being kind and helpful. He couldn't have been more wrong.

"Well, y-yes," I fumbled, trying to will myself not to blush. It wasn't working. "But that doesn't mean-"

"I wouldn't mind kissing you," Chris repeated calmly, making my knees shake, "just so you knew what it felt like. You've never dated anyone after all, and it doesn't seem like you've met anyone who interests you."

Wrong again, I thought to myself. But maybe I was glad that Chris hadn't realized it. Or was I actually upset? It was hard to tell. The sight of Chris smiling serenely with his eyes locked on mine had my head spinning.

Could it really hurt, letting Chris kiss me platonically, just so I knew what it felt like? This might be my only chance to taste it. Then again, kissing once as friends might make me want to kiss a lot more as lovers and it could multiply the already overwhelming anxiety I felt every time I was in the same room as Chris.

I came to a decision, "Um," I said.

The decision melted back into confusion.

Now beads of sweat were forming on my red-hot face, and that terrified expression I'd tried so hard to repress completely overtook my features. Seeing this, Chris quickly changed track. "I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to pressure you," he stammered, concerned. "Of course, you don't have to if you don't want to-"

"I want to."

It was barely audible, and it took several seconds for me to realize I'd said it. If possible, my blush deepened.

Chris blinked at me. I tried to shrug and play it off.

"Why not?" I whispered, because if I spoke any louder I was sure my voice would crack, "You're here...I'm here...you're willing...I'm willing..."

Chris raised a hand, then snatched it back, "Are you sure?" he asked.

I nodded, and swallowed, "Yeah."

Chris still seemed slightly wary, but he stepped towards me, and I forced myself to stay in place instead of backing away rapidly like my brain was telling me to, and Chris stepped towards me again, and then he was right in front of me, our noses touched briefly. I shivered.

Chris slowly raised his hands to my face, pressing them gently against my cheeks. He broke eye contact for a second to glance down at my lips, and when he looked back into my eyes, he raised his eyebrow questioningly. I smiled in a way that I hoped looked more friendly than horrified.

Could Chris hear my heart beating? It sounded like the loudest noise in the room.

Slowly, Chris leaned into me

My eyes drifted shut just before his lips made contact with mine. It was soft, and warm, and gentle, and everything I'd ever dreamed of.

And then...it was over.

My eyes were still shut. Chris' hands were still tenderly cupping my face.

"Well?" I heard him ask.

Though my heart was pounding like a jackhammer, I furrowed my brows and let my mouth droop into a frown.

"What?"

I kept my eyes closed. I didn't trust myself to look at him.

"Was that it?" I asked.

There was a pause. I sweated.

"What do you mean?" Chris asked.

It was hard, it was so hard, but I thought I managed to keep my voice casual and non-shaky, "It just went by so fast. I didn't really feel it. I really...I don't have any better idea of what a kiss feels like than when we started."

There was another pause. My fingernails dug into my palms. I didn't want to know what expression was on Chris' face.

"Should I kiss you again?" he finally asked, and I exhaled the breath I hadn't realized I was holding. "For a little longer? Just so you get the full experience."

"Yeah, why not," I said a little too quickly.

Chris' grip on your face tightened a little, and I gasped.

His lips pressed against mine again, a little firmer, but still as warm and comforting. I pressed back hesitantly, melting into his arms. A low moan creeped out of my throat, and I was to lost in the moment to silence it.

When Chris turned his head aside and broke the kiss, I found my body flush against his and my hands on his back. I glanced up at Chris hesitantly. He looked just as calm as ever.

"Did that help?" he asked simply.

I bit my lip. I should probably quit while I was ahead, "...What does a french kiss feel like?"

This time, contact was instantaneous. Chris' mouth was voracious, swallowing mine whole as his tongue swept back and forth against my lips until I managed to open up and let it inside. It filled the space in a way I'd never thought possible, teasing my own poor, defenseless tongue until the sensation made me cry out, my cry smothered by the pressure of Chris' lips on mine, his teeth gently grating against my skin, one hand clasping the back of my skull with fingers tangled in my hair, the other hand running fingernails up and down my spine. Chris' embrace clamping me against his body as the two of us moved together in ecstatic rhythm.

All too soon, our mouths snapped apart and both of us were gasping for air.

I glanced away, trying desperately to swallow my saliva, and realizing that his was mixed in as well. I let my hands fall away from Chris' back.

Chris still held me tight.

"Well, now you know," he breathed into my ear. His upper lip brushed it briefly. An accident?

"I suppose I do," I mumbled, ashamed of myself. I definitely let the game go too far.

I tried to push away, but Chris still held me tight.

I looked up at him in shock. Chris had that serene smile again, but now there was a...a knowing edge to it.

"That may conclude the lesson," he said, "but I get the feeling you're interested in pursuing extra credit."

"I think I might major in it," I chuckled weakly before I closed my eyes to kiss him again.