Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 365
Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt # 99- Macchiato
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Summary: Each Friday Justin would yearn from afar.
Slippery tongue
It was Friday again and Justin sat on the same chair as always during his lunch break in the small café. Checking the time he realized that he was ten minutes earlier than normal, enough time to choose a sandwich and drink.
Relaxing back in his chair he observed the other costumers, easily picking out new faces in between the regular guests. Some tables were still empty, also the one where he always sat. Excitement churned low in Justin's belly when he thought about what the next half an hour would bring.
After sheer endless minutes of waiting, he arrived at last and took his usual chair at the table opposite of Justin, ordering a latte macchiato like always. When it came, he dipped the spoon in the white foam and brought it slowly to his lush mouth. A naughty tongue darted out, liking daintily at the treat.
Blood rushed through Justin's veins, roaring in his ears. The rest of the café disappeared, having only eyes for the slightly opened red mouth and darting pink tongue. Arousal filled his body while Justin watched the spoon being licked again and again, the nimble tongue wrapping around the spoon. He shifted in his seat to reduce the pressure at the front of his trousers.
A low chime brought Justin back to reality. His lunch break was over and his boss would scream at him if he was only one minute late. He stood with a sad sigh, leaving the café and him behind, never seeing the yearning eyes following him.
Placing down the spoon unto the plate with a sigh, Blaise picked up the glass and took a sip of his lukewarm coffee. Three months flirting each Friday and still no result other than heated looks and flushed cheeks. He was exasperated about his lack of success and entirely sick of latte macchiato.
Looking around the café a plan formed in his mind – maybe a closer approach was necessary? Smiling wickedly he looked at Justin's usual table. Surely Justin would love to have a closer look at his mouth and tongue, wouldn't he?
Leaning back in his chair Blaise dreamed about heated brown eyes and soft kisses.