"Joly," Bossuet whined as he put another strawberry in his mouth, after that followed a mouthful of whipped cream- straight from the bottle. "Would you log off WebMD, I promise you that you are not dying of the plague or whatever you think you've gotten this time."
"I do not think I am dying of the plague, I know I am dying of mono. You should be just as scared as I am! Do you know how you get mono, mon amour? Kissing! For goodness sake, I could accidentally give you and Chetta this death wish!" Joly said, being everyday-average Joly.
"Mmm, maybe mono might be worth it if I get to kiss you," The bald student smirked, "Come on, Joly, I have strawberries?"
"Do not waste my time with-"
Bossuet cut him off by brushing a small amount of whipped cream on Joly's nose. "Oh, sorry, I forgot. You didn't want that," he smiled and licked the substance off his lover's nose.
Joly couldn't help but blush at his actions. Was this how he really intended to draw him away from his computer? His thoughts were interupted by a cold feeling on his neck, and then a moment later the gentle feeling of Bossuet's lips lightly kissing the whipped cream off of Joly's neck, causing him to suppress a delighted moan.
Joly couldn't even look at the screen for another five minutes before turning to lock lips with the bald man who was kissing his neck.
"Je t'aime," he whispered as the computer shut down.