Here is the first instalment of the "Our First Kiss" drabbles, and where better that to start with Chustin?
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"Charlie? You alright? Charlie!" Justin waved his hand in front on the Windsor's face, trying to regain his attention. It worked; Charlie sat up a little straighter, blinking rapidly and trying not to look like he didn't take in a word of what the Hanover just said.
"Er, yeah, I'm fine. Sorry." Charlie replied, resulting in a sigh from Justin. The Brit rolled his eyes and returned to his essay, scribbling down important notes. He was really trying not to laugh at Charlie's adorable antics.
"So, erm, do you think that you could explain that again?" Charlie asked sheepishly. It wasn't his fault he couldn't concentrate, Justin was just really, really distracting. Especially the accent. Charlie couldn't get enough of it. That was why Charlie always insisted that they study in Windsor and not Hanover; Windsor usually had enough background noise to distract Charlie from Justin's cockney accent.
Justin raised his eyebrows at his friend, but restarted his explanation anyway. But, a few minutes later, when he saw Charlie zoning out again, he huffed impatiently. Really, could he not concentrate for 5 minutes? Justin sighed again, but he wasn't annoyed with Charlie, he could never be annoyed with Charlie (not for very long, anyway).
Justin reached across the bed he and Charlie were sitting on, gently tapping the Windsor on the nose to stop his daydreaming. He had expected a sheepish grin and an apology (a half-hearted one, most likely), so, needless to say that he was surprised when Charlie grabbed his hand, and scooted closer to him.
"Chaz, what are you-" The rest of Justin's question was silenced when Charlie pressed his fingertips to Justin's lips. The Hanover gave him a questioning look, but made no attempt to speak. Charlie brought Justin's hand to his own lips and pressed a gentle kiss to his palm. Justin tensed slightly, and Charlie dropped his hands immediately, pulling them back into his chest.
Justin hadn't meant to freeze up like that, but he wasn't expecting that from Charlie. He'd had a crush on Charlie for a while, but had never thought that his feelings were reciprocated.
"I'm so, so sorry, J, I thought...that y-you wanted mmph-" Charlie's eyes widened when Justin's lips met his. Justin's hands moved to cup Charlie's face, while Charlie's hands rested on Justin's hips.
It was a gentle, sweet kiss; not rushed or hurried at all. Justin nibbled Charlie's bottom lip as the Windsor leaned forwards, so that he was pressing Justin into the mattress. In return, Justin wrapped his arms tightly around Charlie's neck, pulling him closer. When their lips parted, Justin smiled fondly, pecking Charlie's lips a few more times, basking in the peaceful moment.
Of course, in Windsor, a peaceful moment could only last so long. As if on cue, there was the sound of an explosion, followed swiftly by lots of shouting (Charlie was sure he heard someone shout "Demons!"). Justin groaned and Charlie gave him an apologetic look, before rolling off of him and heading off to deal with his rambunctious house.
But not before walking back over to Justin and pulling him into another loving kiss.