"Hey!" Lucas called, as I walked through the door after Peter, "Welcome home!"
I smirked and walked over to him, offering a hand for our patented 'Lucson' handshake. He this was as close to home as it got. Well, closer than the "real" thing, but not nearly as close as good ol' dorm 457.
Lucas accepted quickly and performed the hand motions much better than anyone else ever could in his current state. Although, they could be partially credited to the fact that we had been high when we created it…
"So…" Peter asked, coming up next to me, "Time for our customary 'End of Break' bash?"
Lucas stared him down slightly. "End of break? Yes. Bash? No." He put down his beer after taking another quick swig from it. "Party? Hell yes."
I laughed at Peter's confused expression and followed Lucas as he gathered the small group into a circle and asked them what needed to be done to 'get this shit rolling.'
Peter, who had just found Rory's brownies and was currently on his third, looked confused for a moment before replying. "Push it?" he paused, finishing a brownie. "Why do you want shit to roll?"
I let my head fall into my hands as Nadia patted him on the head from her spot next to him. High Peter. This was going to be a long night.
Lucas just sniggered. "No reason."
Ivy spoke up after relinquishing her possession of a joint to Tanya. "We could play Truth or Dare…" The circle reluctantly agreed, having no other ideas. "Good, 'cuz I have an idea. Jason, truth or dare?"
Shit, she has a glimmer in her eye… "Uh… Dare." I replied, smiling at her and hoping she'd pity me at least a little.
Ivy just smiled wider. "Yes! This'll be amusing." Fuck. That's not good. "Jason, I dare you…" She looked around the circle and room, obviously pretending to look for something to dare me to do.
"Damn it, Ivy, out with it!" I yelled, forcing myself to use a joking tone and laugh a bit.
"Fiiiiine," she sighed, smiling back at me flirtaeously. Not the time. "Jase, I dare you to…" She trailed off, looking up at the ceiling (and making me want to stab her with a cross), before she stared me in the eyes, an evil grin taking over her face. "… Kiss Peter."
My head turned itself in Peter's direction, wearing a wide-eyed expression. He was still so engulfed in his brownie situation that it took his brain a full 5 seconds to process this very important tidbit. His head snapped up and he stared at Ivy before he turned to me, quite a bit more sober.
"W… What!?!" I asked, glancing back to Ivy and then back at Peter, horrified. "K… Kiss… Peter1!?!"
"For two minutes."
My head immediately swiveled back to Ivy. "Two minutes!?!"
Lucas was rolling on the floor, laughing. "Jesus, Ivy, two minutes? How do you want them to fill two minutes? Tongue?"
Nadia's face had paled and she was looking between Peter and Jason, a confused expression on her face. "Shit, Ivy, why do you want to see that?"
"Y-… Yeah…" Peter echoed, his eyes still glued to mine. "Why would you want to s-see that?"
"Cuz it'll be funny!" Ivy giggled, grabbing a few more brownies from the tin Rory was passing around. "Why are you guys so worried about this? It's just a kiss. Not like it means anything. It's not like you guys have to go fuck after this," she giggled again, finishing off a brownie.
Despite myself, I smirked. Well, we don't have to…
Lucas sat up, finally gaining some control over himself. "Calm down, it's no big deal. Dude, I'll kiss Peter."
Peter jerked back to life and stared at Lucas with a very clear 'what the fuck' expression on his face. "I… Uh…" He wiped his forehead with his sleeve, nervously. "Lucas, honestly, I'd rather kiss Jason."
Lucas put his hand over his mouth in mock hurt and leaned into Tanya for support. She gasped and fanned him overdramatically, raising her eyebrow at Peter. "Suit yourself."
I stared at Peter, waiting for him to say something, anything to cover that up. He did not just say that…
Peter tried to continue, hurriedly, tripping over words like Lucas in gym. "I… well… I meant… I mean… I just… know Jason better, that's all. I'm more comfortable with him. And… well-"
"Save it," Ivy replied, looking around the room while munching on a brownie, stop the excuses and just kiss him, damn it! It'll be done in a few minutes it's not like anything will happen.
I can't be too sure of that… "Fuck. Okay, Peter, let's just get this over with…" I slowly stood up to take the usual dare spot in the center of the circle. "Peter?"
Peter looked up to me, unsure. "Damn it, Peter," Ivy said, growing impatient, "If you don't get up there, I'm changing the dare to 7 minutes in heaven."
Lucas sat up, having long abandoned his state of shock. "What, do you want them to be gay?"
I swallowed, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable "Peter!?" I asked, motioning for him to come, but he was already up, slowly making his way to the center.
Once he was in front of me, I looking into his eyes, trying to convey all the warning bells in my head into his. He seemed to know. "Ready?" He nodded silently and leaned in a bit, closing his eyes.
I exhaled and closed the rest of the space between our lips.
My eyes fluttered shut as I already began to feel Peter's effect on me.
He was like a drug, albeit, a really good and safe one. The moment our lips touched, I felt a warmth spread through me, out to my fingertips. The hair on my arms stood up and, despite the heat coursing through me, chills ran down my spine. My body took over my mind and let a few of my animal instinct run wild, letting me lean in and deepen the kiss, almost forgetting our audience.
Almost. My brain wouldn't let me fully remember onlookers, but it managed to keep my body in tabs enough that I didn't rip off Peter's shirt, thank god.
Peter seemed to have gotten lost, too, as he responded quickly, deepening it more and stepping closer.
I managed to keep myself from stepping or pulling Peter any closer, but it was hard. I actually somehow managed to keep my hands down for the duration of the kiss, although I could keep myself from attempting to discreetly slip in some tongue that Peter happily reacted to unnoticeably.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I heard a bewildered voice say "Time," and I stepped back from Peter, breaking the kiss. Slowly Peter and I took our places in the circle again, looking around it for reactions.
After a long period of silence, a wide-eyed Rory finally spoke. "What the hell was that?"
""Yeah…" replied an unusually quiet Lucas. "I was kidding about the tongue thing…"
Ivy turned to me, looking a bit shocked… "What the…?"
I forced a believable laugh, surveying the look of pure astonishment in the circle. "It was all an act… Nothing more." I looked back to Ivy, adding a smile to the act. "What, you thought that was real?" Another laugh. "All an act…" I trailed off, locking eyes with Ivy. "Well, you said you wanted it to be amusing. We tried. Right, Peter?"
Peter caught my eye and although he was smiling, I could sense the confusion and a small amount of pain in his eyes. I apologized as profusely as I could visually, begging for forgiveness with my eyes. Doesn't he know this has to be done?
"Yeah…" Peter replied slowly before he paused, cleared his head and continued. "Yeah! You guys, it was a joke." He laughed too, flashing his heart-melting smile around the room. "Totally fake. What, you actually thought we were…? No way…" He caught my eye again, wearing an unreadable expression.
Thank you, god, for creating such amazing altar boys… I turned back to Ivy, grazing her cheek with my thumb, flirtaeously. "One big joke, just for you…"
She smiled up at me and batted her eyelashes in an attempt to be sexy directed at the wrong person. In fact, it almost made me sick in comparison to every little thing Peter does. "Well, thanks, then, for that little display."
"No problem. It was all just a game…" I replied, looking over Ivy's shoulder and locking eyes with Peter to emphasize the word 'game.'
Unbeknownst to me, Nadia saw it too.
Lucas cleared his throat. "Well, Jason, you're next."
I scanned the room as I fished for a person and a dare and decided to have a little fun with Lucas and Peter. "Lucas, truth or dare?"
"Truth." He smirked, sticking out his tongue.
"Why are you so terrible at baseball?"
