Joavin: One Shots

Seven Minuets in Heaven

  "Now," Cheryl smiled and pulled out a glass bottle. "Some real fun. Whoever would be the lucky one to go first?" And with an expert hand, the bottle spun on the table. It slowly lost speed and approached Kevin's general area.
  "God, not Keller," someone whispered.
  It landed on Kevin.
"Congratulations Kevin," Cheryl said. "You're our lucky guest. Stand up."
  Joaquin looked and Kevin and smiled. GOD he hoped the bottle landed on him. 7 minutes in a closet. Alone. With Joaquin. That is heaven.
  Cheryl spun the bottle one more time. It passed Joaquin once. It passed him twice. It passed him three times. Everyone held their breath and all eyes were glued onto the small glass bottle as it spun around the table.
  "Joaquin!" Veronica exclaimed. "The odds!"
  "Thank you Veronica, I don't need you doing.my job." Cheryl snapped at Veronica. They glared at each other until Cheryl tossed her hair and looked away. "Joaquin, Kevin, follow me. The closet is this way."
  Joaquin gave Kevin a grin and followed Cheryl. She stopped in front of the door and placed a hand on the handle.
  "Seven minutes, the moment you step into the closet. Don't enjoy yourself too much." She flung her hair over her shoulder and walked away, heels clicking.
Kevin looked a Joaquin and opened the door. It was fairly small; a tight space for two people. They would be only a few steps away from each other at the most. Joaquin stepped in and Kevin followed. They shut the door and the dim light came on above them.
  "I haven't been in a closet since, what, fourteen?" Kevin joked. "I forgot how stuffy it was in here."
  "Very funny, Preppy"
  Joaquin took a step closer towards Kevin. Kevin also took a step forward; soon they were only inches away from each other. Kevin bit his lip, and ever so slowly, Joaquin leaned in. Their noses brushed against each other and their foreheads met for a brief moment. Joaquin brushed his lips against Kevin's and closed his eyes. His breathing was heavy as Kevin pulled him closer by the collar of his jacket. Kevin backed into the wall and pressed his body against Joaquin's, who placed his hands on the back of Kevin's neck and tugged at his hair. Joaquin looked at Kevin's closed eyes before their lips touched, and Kevin, as if he had been waiting, pulled him in closer and kissed him harder. His hand wandered Joaquin's chest scrunching up the fabric of his shirt. Without breaking their kiss, Joaquin took off Kevin's jacket and slid his hand up the back of his shirt.
  "Little hot in here?" Kevin asked breathlessly.
  "That's why I took off your jacket," Joaquin whispered.
  He lightly bit Kevin's earlobe, hand caressing his back. Kevin drew a sharp breath and tightened his grip on Joaquin's shirt. He could feel Joaquin's breath on his neck as the Serpent made a trail of small kisses from the base if his neck to the tip of his mouth. Kevin could hear him breathing as well as his own.
  "Kiss me," He whispered.
  Just like that, Joaquin smashed his lips onto Kevin's and pinned his arm against the wall. Their lips battled in fierce combat as Joaquin began to slowly grind into Kevin's hips. Joaquin slid his hand up and down his thighs, slowly inching upward by every stroke. Kevin held back a moan and rocked under Joaquin's touch, who slowly felt his pants getting tighter by the second. With every kiss, Kevin's rocking sped up and the heat grew more intense. Joaquin let out a small breathy moan and slid his tongue inside Kevin's mouth. Kevin tugged at his lower lip and managed to free one of his hands; he let out a long moan as he felt Joaquin grind even more fiercely the before. Their crotches rubbed against each other in the process, causing them to both moan into each other's mouth. The rhythm of their movement grew more intense and their kiss grew deeper with each passing moment. Joaquin's hand wandered down towards Kevin's belt until-
  "No wonder the walls felt like they were they were moving," Cheryl was standing with the closet door wide open hands on her hips. "Enjoyed yourself?"
Joaquin and Kevin stared at her frozen, not sure what to do. Their lips were numb and their bodies were still recovering from everything that just happened. Joaquin smirked. He snatched Kevin's jacket up from the ground and slung it over his shoulders.
  "Quite a bit," He walked out as if nothing had happened. "Thanks for asking. Comin' Preppy?"
  "Oh god," Kevin whispered. He pulled himself from the wall and held onto the door for support. "Oh... my god,"
  He walked past Cheryl and stood next to Joaquin. Kevin looked as if he didn't know where he was and clutched to Joaquin for support.
  "Aren't you going to show us back?" he asked Cheryl. He didn't seem to care that Cheryl Blossom herself just walked in on him and Kevin making out in the closet. She smiled mockingly and stepped aside.
  "You know where to living room is," she said. "You can show yourself back."
  "Alright," Joaquin led Kevin out the door and back to the living room. "We're going home anyways."
  "We are?" Kevin asked. "I mean, yes, we are. Going back. Home. My place?"
Joaquin stepped out the room. "Whatever you want Preppy!"
  "Joaquin!"