“It’s fucking cold out here for God’s sake.” You say through gritted teeth as you wrap your arms around yourself to preserve heat, the random t-shirt you have on giving next to no protection from the harsh icy wind.
“I told you to bring a jumper and you didn’t want to listen. Karma’s a bitch.” Liam tuts, shaking his head at you as if you were a five-year-old who had just wet the sheets.
“Shut the fuck up, you asshole.” You mutter, your teeth chattering as your body shivers uncontrollably, trying to gain some warmth from the dry,
frigid air.
You walk along the side of the street with your best friend, heading towards the small and cozy coffee shop that is three blocks down from your flat.
Although, by what it seems, it’s much farther than you expected, especially with this bitch-ass wind tearing at your skin.
Liam shows no sign of being affected by the freezing climate around him as he walks next to you nonchalantly, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans as he looks around at all of the stores lining the sidewalk.
“L-Liam.” You get out, nudging him in the side with your elbow. “C-Can I ha-ve your j-jumper since you have a long-sleeve underneath? P-Please?”
Liam stares at you blankly for a moment and, after a few seconds of thought, smiles.
“Sure. You just have to do one thing for me.” He replies, and you hesitate to agree because the tone in his voice sounds a bit too enthusiastic.
“What is it?” You question, your breath creating a small cloud between you and Liam, the water condensing fast due to the dropping temperature.
“When we get home, after coffee, you have to give me head.”
“Wha–?! No! What the hell, you pervert!” You screech, stopping dead in your tracks to stare at him with wide, alarmed eyes.
“Oh, c'mon! It’s just one casual blowjob. Nothing too serious. I think I’ve got a few grape-flavored condoms left if you don’t wanna swallow. But if you do than I’m totally fi–.”
“No! Fuck off! I rather freeze my ass off than have your dick in my mouth!” You growl, your aggravation at the chilly air nipping at your flesh, and Liam roaring with laughter at your reaction working your last nerve.
“I’ll return the favor!”
“Sh-ut u-up!” You snap, your cheeks tinging with hues of red and pink, and not because of the cold.
“You know what they say: ‘To give or not to give?’That is the question.“
“It’s ‘To be or not to be?’”
“It’s ‘Are you gonna give me a blowjob or not?’” Liam answers swiftly, giving you a smug grin.
“No. Just give me the sweater, please.” You beg, giving him a pleading look.
“It’s simple, babe: You agree to give me head, and I’ll give you my jumper, or you don’t agree to give me head and you can freeze your non-existent balls off. Your choice!”
