Laser Tag Love: Luztoye Drabble
Writer’s block created this.
“Now Joe, maybe we could work something out?” George pleads weakly, warily eyeing his boyfriend’s mischievous smirk as he approaches him slowly.
“Don’t be afraid, Georgie. It’s only me.”
His voice is teasing and light, but layered with something evil that George doesn’t particularly like.
“Yeah, but you’ve got a gun. And you’re on the other team.”
Realizing he’s trapped as he backs up against the wall, George laughs nervously. The beeps and yells echoing around the laser tag course ring in George’s ears, his teammates too distracted to notice his urgent situation. Joe doesn’t stop closing in on him, his face, and more importantly, his gun, just inches away from George.
Something softens in Joe’s eyes, and he takes his hand off of his gun, slipping it back into the provided holster. “Hey, it’s just me. C'mere.”
Before George can process anything that’s happening, Joe’s mouth is on his, his body pressing him deeper into the wall. He’s blindsided, but in the best way.
“You’re one sneaky bastard,” George grins against Joe’s lips, earning a small chuckle from him.
“Yeah, yeah I am.”
Faster than George could even try to kiss him again, Toye whips out his gun and pulls the trigger, lighting up his boyfriend’s vest with an incriminating BEEP!
George’s jaw drops, and he stares blankly at Joe as he backs away, the smirk reappearing on his face.
“It’s only me, Georgie. Shouldn’t you have known?”
“Oh, you fucker,” George laughs menacingly. “You’re gonna fuckin’ die for this.”
Joe shrugs. “You’re not able to do anythin’.”
“Next round,” Luz hisses. “It’s on.”