“What is this?” asks Lukas as he grabs the small piece of paper. Philip looks up from where he had been doing something on his phone.
“Oh, that?” he gives a cheeky grin, and Lukas can just tell that whatever the answer is, it is gonna have him rolling his eyes. “It’s my to-do list.”
And as Lukas had predicted he would, he rolls his eyes. “It’s just a post-it note with my name on it.”
Philip waggles his eyebrows at Lukas, “I know!”
A chuckle escapes him even as he does his best to keep it in. He shakes his head, “I can’t believe you,”
“I know. I’m unbelievably amazing.”
“According to who?”
“You.” replies Philip, a smirk forming on his lips.
“You’re amazing. I mean…you’re awesome.” Philip says in a poor imitation of Lukas’ voice.
A blush appears on Lukas’ face. “Shut up!” he says, adorably embarrassed.
Philip just can’t help himself, he crosses the distance between them only stopping when there’s basically no room between the two of them. He gives a sly smile and raises an eyebrow in challenge. “Make me.”
He intentionally licks his lips, knowing Lukas with follow the movement with his eyes and unknowingly mimic the motion, and surely enough he does. Lukas doesn’t need any other prompting to close the gap between them and slot their lips together.
It isn’t perfect; it never is, but it good. It is them. The kisses they share are playful, a competition of who can get the other to laugh the most into the kisses. Most of the time they are just huffing air into the other’s mouth, hands gripping just a bit tighter where they are holding on to each other’s shirts.
At one point, Philip tugs at Lukas’ lower lip with his teeth, biting down gently. The breathless gasp Lukas lets out, leaves Philip lightheaded for a moment.
Lukas pulls back after a bit, panting, he rubs his hands up Philip’s back, over his shoulders and into his hair. “Alright. I’ll concede; you’re not all bad.”