their lips crash, fitting perfectly against the other. jack was, for a second, taken aback by noah's sudden actions. but everything suddenly doesn't matter, to both of the boys, and all of their worries were gone in an instant.
jack cups noah's cheeks with his calloused hands. an unfamiliar yet welcomed sensation soars through both of the boys' veins, an alien warmth surging through their bodies as their lips danced to a passionate, unheard beat.
or perhaps it isn't unheard at all; for their hearts are pulsating ear-splittingly loud and mind-bogglingly fast. there is a possibility where their throbbing hearts would escape their chests, from it's excessive palpitations.
at the back of their eyelids, everything they could see are fireworks exploding and sparks exploding. it is nothing but perfection; it is the epitome of quintessence.
their tongues are clashing against each other, the taste of mint gum evident. jack sandwiches noah against the wall, clothed chests rubbing and creating abrasion with the other. jack places both of his hands on noah's petite waist, noah knotting his behind jack's neck.
the moment has come where they both needed air, so noah breaks the kiss. their foreheads are still leaning towards each other, and it's still as intimate as kissing, if not more. noah's pair of eyes just gazes up at jack's, who is doing the same. their breaths fans each other's cheeks, both flushed and blushing and red and pink.
noah: i admit it.
jack: admit what?
noah: jack simpson vasquez, i like you.
jack: well, noah, i have something to admit, too.
noah: what is it, then?
jack: noah alexander cruikshank, i like you too.
a nanosecond later, their lips once again meet. love and fondness and affection is felt by both of they boys from their passionate kissing. heads are tilted and noses are sometimes colliding, teeth clashing sometimes, and lip licking, and it is more than perfect.
millions of metaphors combined with multiplied similes cannot match the value of the moment. it lives in hyperboles, without the exaggeration part. no synonym of perfect or antonym of worst can't describe the incomparable scene they are currently in.
for now, their lives are at it's peak. it's the best it can be, for their age. nothing really matters anymore, if one is next to another, nothing could ever go wrong. they're sidekicks.
they're in love, and they'll admit it soon enough.
===
[ a:n ]
the end ~
so basically this is just a shit-ton of disgusting fluff..
well, i don't think this is the last story i'll be posting here on wattpad. i'd be writing another, but i don't know. procrastination at it's peak.
see you somewhere, i guess.
fin.
