mcyt short stories/imagines

karl jacobs - first kisses

Karl was out on a date. The third first date of the month. He hadn't found what he was looking for in a girl yet, and he was saving his first kiss for someone he could see himself with for at least a little while. Someone special.

Now you were sitting alone playing video games on the TV downstairs in the house you shared. Your parents had let you take over and stay in your childhood home while you were in college, a sort of welcome to adulthood gift. It wasn't much, especially since they built a new house not too far away, maybe a mile or so, but the nostalgia and gesture was incredible. Who am I kidding, a house is an amazingly generous gift.

Anyways, you soon found out that you were missing on the roommate part of college, and that's where Karl comes in. Also looking for a roommate situation, the two of you were perfect together. Bonding so fast, it was like you two had known each other for years. A power duo, a compatible pair.

You started having thoughts about more than friendship with Karl only a few months in. How could you not? He's such a thoughtful, loving, and accepting guy. It was a late night in, watching Ratatouille for the first time with him. He took you in his arms (in a totally platonic way at this point, right?) and talked about why he loved this movie so much. His passion and the look in his eyes really did you in. His gentle embrace and the way he traced your hand. You wanted to spend all the time in the world in his arms, which isn't too hard of a task considering Karl's love language is most definitely touch.

So now here you were. Back to playing those video games. Drowning out the pain that Karl hasn't even thought about you for that special first kiss. 

Karl was driving home from his horrendous third first date. What is he doing wrong? Why are his standards so high? Why is nobody good enough for him. He pulls into your shared driveway and heaves himself through the door.

As Karl enters the front door, you notice immediately something is off. Pausing your game, you call out to him, "Karl?"

He looks at you, teary eyed and frustrated, and begins walking up the stairs after shifting his glance away. 

"Hey, Karl! Wait!"

He stops at the top of the stairs, leaning his head against the wall. He lets the first of the frustration tears escape his eyes.

You finally reach the top beside him. "Oh, Karl," you say while delicately taking his hand and leading him to the loft, setting both of yourselves down on the couch. 

You take in his appearance, dressed in a gorgeous deep orange sweater and dark jeans. His face was becoming slightly splotchy.

"What happened?"

He breaks down a little bit more, and you take him and hold him close. He cries it out a little bit while you rub his back and nestle in a little bit closer. He would do the same for you, no questions asked

"After 22 years of life, isn't it awfully embarrassing to say I still haven't ever kissed anybody? I just can't seem to find anyone genuinely engaging enough to the point of wanting to see them again. Call me crazy, but I want my first kiss to be with someone special, someone just indescribable..."

"Karl, I haven't kissed anyone yet and I'm 18. It's okay to take your time until you're comfortable. Do you have any remote idea of who though? Anything to look for? That could be a good start," you say as you reach to his face and wipe away his tears. He looks up at you and your eyes connect for an electric period of time.

At that moment, Karl realizes it's you. You've been there the entire time, looked over until perhaps the perfect time. Laughing through the late nights, gaming for hours on end, and supporting through the darker times. It's been you all along and he's been too focused on his kiss mission to see it.

He leans in and touches his lips to yours, slowly, gently, and sweetly.

You freeze, unsure of how to react. You've wanted this for so long, and it's come at such an unexpected moment. 

Finally gaining a grip you pull back. You both stare at each other, breathing a little heavier than before.

"I'm sorry, I just thought..."

You let a big smile through, reassuring him it was more than okay. You smash your lips together in a more passionate way, everything finally coming to you naturally. 

Karl has finally gotten his wish, better than he ever could have expected and well worth the wait.