When he stares at your mouth...
Kiss him.
They had been watching a film together. Green had been complaining of Red's "just awful, stupid taste" in films during a majority of the flick. Red was pretty sure he did not even have any idea what was happening plotwise at all. He was merely just complaining to complain (like the asshole he was and always had been).
At some point although, he managed to run out of insults (about how people could not act, could overact, were pretenders in a pointless plot just trying to get by), and now was watching it with bored eyes that slowly slid closed. His breath slowed and head lopped to the side. Then there was the soft pressure of another person on Red (on his legs and lap) when Green finally succumbed completely to his drowsiness and leant over for something to lean on not caring what, or who, it just happened to be. His hair had fallen in his face (not that it was that nicely fixed. Green claimed to have the best damn fucking hairstyle when all he really did was wake up and toss water and a comb on it). The soft brown fell past his closed eyes and even over his slightly parted mouth. His breath was still even (like the peaceful expression on his face that he never seemed to wear when he was awake).
Then there was the urge. Red felt it when he took a glance at the features. It was an urge to brush the hair out of his eyes, to touch his cheek and see if he would feel it. Where it came from, Red did not really know, but it was there. It was temptation, pure and simple. It was irresistable to pass, pure and simple. That was why his fingers carressed the cheek in his lap, touched the soft slightly tan skin that reminded him that Summer was almost gone, and soon they would be back to their old routine of fighting, argueing, and doing it again. They would follow the pattern like always, but what Red was about to do would change everything (his habits, his routine, his heart).
Green slid his eyes open at the touch. He stared at Red for awhile, for a moment wondering where he was, what he was doing. Even when he did, he did not seem to move. Red's eyes were still trained on his face, his hand frozen partway in brushing his hair back. It seemed as if he was stuck, unable to move from Green's curious (surprised?) gaze. The grass-green eyes seemed to pull him. They drew him in until he found his lips brushing Green's, until he could taste the popcorn salt and butter that still lingered on Green's lips. He was so close now he could smell Green's scent (like grass and cologne and Green).
When he broke it, Green was staring at Red with his eyes even wider than before. It was the rare occasion when the light brunet was quiet with nothing to say. "You just kissed me," he said after a long silence (well, long for Green). The statement seemed neithre like a question or an accusation, it was merely just there. "You just kissed me," he said repeating it once again. He sat up this time, a finger on his lips as if to make sure it had really happened. He mumbled something, but it was incoherent (perhaps it was nothing at all). He was not looking at Red as he pushed another statement from his mouth. "Was the movie that boring?"
There was a smile. Red stared at it surprised. It was in Green's character to make a joke in the circumstances, maybe a smirk to top it off, but the smile. The smile was what got Red. Green rarely showed a real smile that was not merely just a show of victory, scorn, reprimanding... Anything but the happy and nervous smile Red saw then (and believe, Red knew all of Green's smiles). This was a foreign type of smile Red had not ever seen on Green's face.
He decided to just go along with it.
"I guess it was," Red stated a small smile already pulling at the corners of his mouth. There was still the nervousness there that Green would run away or punch him any second, any moment, but there was also a churning in his stomach, a slight increase of his heartbeat that he could not just ignore. "I guess I should change it now," he said looking at his own hand as he said it. He could not look away from Green even if Green was not staring at him back. The other teenager's bowed head did not even attempt to move up, but Red saw his hand move, creeping to the noirette's lap to clasp his hand.
Grass to dirt, green to brown. Their eyes met when Green finally lifted his head, that small genuine smile still on his face.
"I guess we can keep it on."