misfits/gay baby gang imagines

iNotorious/Matt

"Nice jandals," Matt winks at me, nodding at my pink sequin embellished sandals. 

"They aren't mine!" I lie, crossing my arms and mock pouting like a child. It breaks into a smile as he laughs, ruffling my auburn locks with his calloused hands. 

We walk closer to the ocean, our feet sinking into the soft white sand. He pulls his shirt off by the collar, and he's much paler than normal under it, you can definitely see the difference. It looks like a second shirt. But damn, is he fit or what? Toned biceps, prominent abs and a strong sense of masculinity. I peel my eyes away from his physique, reddening slightly. 

"Liking what you see, then?" he flicks me a wink, obviously having caught me practically drooling over him. I can see him bathing in the attention, feeds his ego I assume.

"Oh, I'm way beyond liking it," I retort, (making him raise his eyebrows) "But let's see how strong your volleyball game is, shall we?" 

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We were going to have an intensely competitive game of volleyball against each other, but four quite intimidating guys were looking for a fight so we ended up playing around and splashing in the ocean instead. The sun shone down insistently on us, shimmering over the water's surface, salty drops glistening on our faces. I'm splashing him a few more times than necessary, giggling uncontrollably. He ducks underwater, swimming behind me and pulls at my hips unexpectedly. I let out a little squeal as he knocks me completely off balance and pulls me under. We come up for air, and the first thing I say is,

"That's cheating." 

"It's isn't if I say it isn't," he replies, putting his arms around my neck and pulling me closer. Our noses are inches away, the water bobbing uncertainly at our chins. I can feel his breath on my face, and it's all happening in a rush. His lips touch mine. It's soft and quick. It tastes of salt, but the sweetest kind.