Poorly written prompt from johnnykrayandcalminghistwin - I really liked this one, and wrote it with a completely different perspective than I usually write. Hope it turned out well. I have a few more to get through, but I'm still taking prompts! Just send me an ask here or on tumblr! :) Please R&R!
First Kisses
"Come here, Sebastian." I sighed and walked the short distance to his side. Jim had been acting strange for the last few hours; fidgety, jumpy, nervous. I'd say it had something to do with a job, he never seemed to know how to sit still or pay attention when his plans were panning out, but he hadn't been 'helping' people for a few days. We stared at each other for a few minutes; he was probably seeing every little fucking thing I had done so far today. I'm not an idiot, but the little details I could pick out were nothing compared to his own observations. He hadn't been sleeping, that was obvious, or eating. His hands worried the hem of his Westwood; I couldn't tell if it was unconscious or if he was just fucking around with me. I sighed again, glancing off to the side.
"What, boss?" His hand reached up and gently turned my head back to him. I didn't know he couldbe gentle.
"Have you ever been kissed, Sebastian?" His eyes were wide and childlike. I rolled my eyes.
"Of course I have, sir."
"No, I mean has a man ever kissed you?" Now that was a surprise. He was frowning at me now, looking particularly concerned. My stomach gave a little flip; the little shit wasn't reallyimplying what I thought he was, right?
"Em… no, boss. Never a guy…" He looked at me sympathetically and stroked my face.
"Well, we'll have to fix that, won't we." He smiled, throwing me off guard, before his fist slammed into my cheek. I turned my head, absorbing the blow, and glared at him.
"The fuck…" My jaw hurt too much to continue. He leaned in close, running his hand down my arm slowly, and whispered into my ear,
"A kiss with a fist is better than none, Sebbie."