Summary: Harrison always throws a weird-ass birthday party with a dumb-ass theme or stupid fuck challenge. Last, last time it was a “wet t-shirt” party, then a “no shirt OR no shorts” party. this year it just happens to be a “Hickey Party.” Gotta have a mark to enter, gotta cash in a kiss for a drink. JFC… Of course, you have to go, but who’s gonna give you the hickey?
Warnings: swearing, kissing, and classic cliches
Word Counting: 5K smooches
Oh my fucking god…
“It’s only awkward if you make it awkward,” you let out a sigh, blinking rapidly as you look down. Not really very helpful cos you’re standing close enough to himthat all you can see is his goddamn chest.
“You know you said that outloud, right?” the boy in front of you lets out a breathy laugh and you can see his shirt pinch as he pulls his shoulders up. He crosses his arms and you watch him flex subtly as he stifles himself.
“What?!”your head finally snaps up, looking at his crinkled smile and rosy cheeks.
Best friend Tom is standing in front of you in the bedroom of your apartment, mere hours from this stupid-ass birthday party.
This is not going to be easy.
He tilts his head, wrinkles still around his eyes and a big, dumb, boyish grin on his face,