“Are you shaking?” Bressie asks, laughing roughly.
There is a slight tremor to Niall’s hands where they’re resting against Bressie’s chest. He looks at them for a moment – pale against the dark blue of Bressie’s shirt, nails bitten down – then looks back up at Bressie, shrugging.
“Guess so,” he admits, tongue feeling thick in his mouth. Bressie chuckles again, readjusting his grip on Niall’s hips. His hand is hot through the thin fabric of Niall’s t-shirt, his thick thighs putting a stretch in Niall’s legs as he straddles them. Bressie smells like faded cologne and beer, and he’s stupidly handsome smirking at Niall the way he is.
“Don’t be nervous,” he coos, condescending enough that Niall smacks his shoulder and glares. Bressie laughs, rubs his hands up and down Niall’s sides. “S’just me, little one.”
“That’s the issue,” Niall says grumpily.
“Don’t have to do it,” Bressie says, mock-offended, “Could find you a nice lass to snog. Doubt you’d having any trouble with a face like that.”
Niall flushes hotly, fidgeting at the compliment. “S’fine,” he says quietly, looking at his hands again. He’s been absently petting over the soft cotton of Bressie’s shirt, thumb rubbing the ridge of Bressie’s sternum. There hasn’t been so much as a twitch in response, Niall wonders if Bressie even noticed. “Bloke, bird, doesn’t matter.”
“Alright, then what’s the issue, chief?” Bressie asks, knuckles knocking under Niall’s chin so Niall will look at him. There’s probably a hectic flush to Niall’s cheeks. A bit of pink stains Bressie’s own cheeks, but that’s probably from the beer more than anything.
Niall, on the other hand, is blushing because he’s had this exact fantasy – sat on Bressie’s lap, Bressie’s hands on him. That’s the issue here, really, but like hell is he going to tell Bressie that.
“Nothing,” Niall says. “Nervous.”
“Might as well pull the plaster, then,” Bressie says, with a grin. One of his hand moves up between Niall’s shoulder blades, applying pressure until Niall tips closer.
“Yeah,” Niall agrees, squeezing his eyes shut as Bressie starts to lean forward.
He feels Bressie’s lips brush his, more of a whisper than anything, but he still inhales sharply, waiting for it. Then, a soft graze of Bressie’s mouth. Niall wiggles impatiently, whispers c’mon between them, a quiet plead.
There’s another laugh from Bressie before the hand between Niall’s shoulders pushes, and the hand on Niall’s hip tightens, and then they’re kissing properly – Bressie’s lips warm and smooth as he presses them to Niall’s.
Niall really… has no idea what to do – 22 and never fuckin’ been kissed – so he lets Bressie take the lead, slides a hand up Bressie’s neck until he can feel Bressie’s pulse fluttering under his thumb.
He gasps out loud when Bressie licks against his bottom lip, jaw going loose enough for Bressie to deepen the kiss properly. It’s probably sloppy on Niall’s part as he kisses back enthusiastically, but Bressie isn’t pushing him away so god knows, Niall isn’t stopping anytime soon.
@fgtmgt I have seen quite a few very sweet and very cute things for 100% Love, but for me personally my mind definitely is stuck on the idea that it would really be 100% Awkward instead so viola! I’ve drawn them around the ages I draw them for And Nearly Letting Go because I’ll be damned if this doesn’t take them years. I finally did a kiss hahaha
Mob doesn’t actually know how he managed to teleport, he’s going to have a long way home. In the meantime, Teruki will be having a complete meltdown because obviously the experience was so bad Mob felt the need to r u n a w a y
*phone ringing* Reigen: Mob? It’s rare for you to call me, what’s wrong? Mob: I think I’m lost. Reigen: What do you mean “lost”? Mob: I don’t recognise where I am. Reigen:… Okay. What can you see around you? Mob: Cows. Reigen: Cows? Mob: Yes. Reigen:What… Do you see anything else? Mob:… Grass. And more cows. Reigen: Mob, how pray tell did you get to be surrounded by cows in the middle of nowhere? Mob:… Reigne:Mob? Mob: I… may have teleported here. But I don’t know how I did it. So I can’t get back. Reigen: *wtfffffffffffff*