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Title: You Kiss Like A Girl
Pairing: Jordan Terrell (Charlie Scene)//Matt St. Claire (Da Kurlzz)
Rating: PG13
Summary: I'm going to...
Notes: Well you know, odd couples, it's on the mind~
Word Count: 394
“Stop being so fucking smart, Matthew. God, you’re such a fucking nerd.” Jordan leered over his friend’s shoulder, snickering and watching as the smaller man sat doing homework…not just pretending to do it either, actually doing it.
Blue eyes flashed under glasses, Matt’s smile filled over his face, “you’ll thank me when I let you copy. It’s for Richards’s class.”
“Well in that case, don’t let me bother you.” A snort followed the remark and Jordan dropped down onto his bed, legs kicking up and his head coming to rest on his folded arms. “Seen Georgie-boy?”
“Not since this morning.” Pale hand came up and pressed against the underneath of his nose, giving it a slight wiggle as he breathed in heavily.
“Want to get high?”
“Already there.”
“Laid?”
“Don’t want an STD.”
“Damn, Matt, you’re boring.” It took a second for Jordan to realize that his friend was laughing at him, “it’s not funny.”
“Yes, it is, now shut up, dumbass.”
“I’m going to kiss you.”
“I’m going to hit you.”
“You hit like a girl, douche bag.”
“You kiss like a girl, cunt licker.”
They grinned at each other, Jordan leaning closer until Matt finally tilted his head upward and allowed his friend to kiss him. It wasn’t the first time they played tonsil hockey together, usually they were both fucked up so it surprised the slightly younger male that it was happening. But it happened and he enjoyed it, slow at first with their lips meshing together until it deepened.
Their tongues touched, Jordan tasting …well, like Jordan: cigarettes, whiskey and something else that Matt couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t bad, no, no it wasn’t bad. He liked how soft his lips felt on his own, how his hand curled up on his neck to hold him in place - not that he was going anywhere, it was just the thought that count.
And Matt really liked how they melted against each other, how their bodies fit…not perfect, no Matt only found one person that his body fit perfect against but it was good enough for their sloppy kissing.
When they pulled apart, Jordan amused himself by dragging his lips over Matt’s collar bone, kissing at the oddest places and finally came to a rest with his tongue swirling over his ear, hand on his thigh.
“You still kiss like a girl.”
Pairing: Jordan Terrell (Charlie Scene)//Matt St. Claire (Da Kurlzz)
Rating: PG13
Summary: I'm going to...
Notes: Well you know, odd couples, it's on the mind~
Word Count: 394
“Stop being so fucking smart, Matthew. God, you’re such a fucking nerd.” Jordan leered over his friend’s shoulder, snickering and watching as the smaller man sat doing homework…not just pretending to do it either, actually doing it.
Blue eyes flashed under glasses, Matt’s smile filled over his face, “you’ll thank me when I let you copy. It’s for Richards’s class.”
“Well in that case, don’t let me bother you.” A snort followed the remark and Jordan dropped down onto his bed, legs kicking up and his head coming to rest on his folded arms. “Seen Georgie-boy?”
“Not since this morning.” Pale hand came up and pressed against the underneath of his nose, giving it a slight wiggle as he breathed in heavily.
“Want to get high?”
“Already there.”
“Laid?”
“Don’t want an STD.”
“Damn, Matt, you’re boring.” It took a second for Jordan to realize that his friend was laughing at him, “it’s not funny.”
“Yes, it is, now shut up, dumbass.”
“I’m going to kiss you.”
“I’m going to hit you.”
“You hit like a girl, douche bag.”
“You kiss like a girl, cunt licker.”
They grinned at each other, Jordan leaning closer until Matt finally tilted his head upward and allowed his friend to kiss him. It wasn’t the first time they played tonsil hockey together, usually they were both fucked up so it surprised the slightly younger male that it was happening. But it happened and he enjoyed it, slow at first with their lips meshing together until it deepened.
Their tongues touched, Jordan tasting …well, like Jordan: cigarettes, whiskey and something else that Matt couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t bad, no, no it wasn’t bad. He liked how soft his lips felt on his own, how his hand curled up on his neck to hold him in place - not that he was going anywhere, it was just the thought that count.
And Matt really liked how they melted against each other, how their bodies fit…not perfect, no Matt only found one person that his body fit perfect against but it was good enough for their sloppy kissing.
When they pulled apart, Jordan amused himself by dragging his lips over Matt’s collar bone, kissing at the oddest places and finally came to a rest with his tongue swirling over his ear, hand on his thigh.
“You still kiss like a girl.”