The Abrupt Kissing Meme

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The Abrupt Kissing Meme

 

 

Plain and simple: your character is being kissed. Abruptly. How did this happen? Were they talking too much to the point where it was the only way to shut them up? Was someone bidding adieu or just not able to hold in their feelings? Or was this some CPR class gone bad? More importantly—how do they react?

How this works:
→ Leave a comment with the usual information in the subject line: character name, fandom. Any preferences, including what you don't want, should be included as well. Congratulations, your character is being kissed by whoever tags them!
→ Tag around.
→ Feel free to roll RNG (1-9) if you cannot come up with scenarios of your own.
→ Have fun, and be excellent to each other!

• 1 — Simply put: I like you. (You may or may not know this already.)
• 2 — I did it to shut you up. (It worked, didn't it?)
• 3 — I've always been curious... (About what it'd be like to kiss you.)
• 4 — It was an accident! (I totally tripped!)
• 5 — Farewell. (I may never see you again and...!)
• 6 — Taunting. (Bet you didn't see that attack coming didja?)
• 7 — CPR (You were asleep and you suddenly woke up..?)
• 8 — No more waiting! (Ain't nobody got time for that.)
• 9 — Fuck da police. (In other words, the random/whatever option.)

Comments

[excessive]

"Are you serious," he asked, turning his head to look at Stiles. "You dirty little voyeur," he muttered, shaking his head but it didn't quite hide he was smirking.

"From what I can hear? Probably kissing and I heard a zipper. I smell Armani and more sex than you put off. Let your imagination go."

[teenyoda]

"Nobody puts out more sex than me." It was idly said as he looked over at the car.

He shrugged at the voyeur comment. "I have to live vicariously through everyone else and porn. It's how I keep from exploding or becoming a rage monster." God, Stiles with a pent up sexual frustration would be a terrible, terrible thing.

[excessive]

Isaac considered that, smiling slightly. "On a normal day, nope. No one. During sex... I wouldn't know. Nothing to compare it on with you. Them... Oookay, now clothes are coming off," he admitted. "And pretty sure someone's going to have a happy ending."

He shifted, suddenly regretting the tight jeans he'd worn to the club to look good. "Get out and fall in love then and get laid," He said, glancing at him. "Or give up on standards and get laid."

[teenyoda]

"Only someone? Rude. It had better be Danny." He strained to try to look through the layers of metal and glass, pissed he couldn't hear it himself.

"Hey, I get out. It's not that easy, okay? When you're involved in all this crap, finding time to get naked with someone is more difficult than it seems." Though Scott had always managed to find time. Bastard. He looked over at Isaac when he shifted, trying to hide the small smirk at what he knew was the other's discomfort.

[excessive]

"How am I supposed to know which," he asked, rolling his eyes. "I can smell and hear things, but I'm not psychic."

Then he sighed because, dammit. "I hear words from the alpha jerk so take that for what you will." Damn, Danny deserved better.

"I don't know. You seemed to be doing fine getting kisses back there," he pointed out, not looking over at Stiles. Nope. Not at all.

[teenyoda]

If Ethan was talking, that meant Danny's mouth was... occupied. Damn. Yes, he did deserve better.

"I... I didn't get those. You... I mean, I wasn't... Shut up."

[excessive]

He turned his head, looking at him. "So what? I was kissing you so it didn't count," he asked, arching a brow and downright curious. "Why am I shutting up?"

Taking was better than listening.

[teenyoda]

"I mean I wasn't looking for anything back there. You just sort of... sprung that on me. And it wasn't like there was a line up you had to budge in front of." He was going to keep looking down at his hands on the wheel, watching his finger as it picked at a part of the cover that was fraying of.

[excessive]

"Yep, that's me. A horrible person giving you damn good kisses," he pointed out, making a face at him. "I don't know. If you hadn't been glued to my side all night, there might have been."

[teenyoda]

"Hah, not likely." He wished he could control his hormones, because he was pretty sure Isaac was able to pick up the fact that Stiles was interested. More than interested. Stiles was fucking horny. Knowing what was happening in the car ahead of them and remembering how those smirking lips had felt pressed to his...

Yeah, not helping.

[excessive]

And he was picking them up. Smelling it, thick and musky in the confines of the Jeep. All he could think about is what he tasted like, what he was hearing and all he could think about doing.

Glancing over at Stiles, tongue brushing over his own lip as if tasting him on the air.

"All I can think about... I mean, how good it has to be. Hot, wet mouth on your dick. Or how it feels doing it..."

Yep, he's not helping.

[teenyoda]

"Isaac," he said, voice a frustrated groan. "Now you're just doing it on purpose." His dick was filling, so he'd gotten the desired effect if that's what he'd been going for. He shifted in his seat, licking his own lip and wondering the same thing. It wasn't like he'd never pictured someone going down on him when he jerked off, nor was he a stranger to the idea of the few times he'd pictured the reverse. He was a curious boy and he was also usually a horny one.

[excessive]

"Nope. Not helping," he sighed, because he wasn't helping either of them, if he was honest.

Glancing over at Stiles, he took a breath. It filled his sense, causing his dick to do the same. "We could ... you know, do something about it. Alone. Here. Alone but here. Together."

[teenyoda]

A variety of images flooded his mind and he found himself reaching a hand down to tug his jeans away from his crotch. God, erections sucked sometimes. "What, um, what are you suggesting?" Because it could be any number of things. From mutual blow jobs, to mutual hand jobs, to just watching each other jerk off, to... he had a big backseat...

[excessive]

He caught that movement, glancing sidelong at Stiles. His mouth went dry and aching to reach over, to touch him, stroke him in and out of that denim. Without Stiles hitting him and a fight drawing attention to him.

"Whatever works? I mean... We've kissed. That's a lot more intimate than some things we could do."

[teenyoda]

"We could... um..."

He looked back at the steering wheel, feeling his face flame. "We could do that again. I mean, if you want. I, um, I liked it."

[excessive]

Isaac didn't hesitate. Not with that opening.

Shifting in the seat, he reached for Stiles even as he turned. Long fingers curling against Stiles' jaw, turning him toward him. Not even capable of hiding the near desperation that possesses him, driven by lust and the hard length aching in his jeans as he turned in his seat for more.

[teenyoda]

Okay, he hadn't been expecting that. He fingers that slid over his face, the almost desperate kiss that found his mouth had his own reaction almost stabbing into him with its intensity. His own hand moved over to grab Isaac's shirt, tugging on him as he turned more towards the other boy, tongue coming out for that taste he'd gotten a little sample of earlier.

[excessive]

It was just as good as those first kisses. Better even with the scent of arousal surrounding them in the confines of the Jeep. He wanted more. Touch. Taste. Anything he could get right there from Stiles.

It was awkward, and good and sexy and he moaned as his tongue plundered Stiles' mouth.

[teenyoda]

He tried to move closer to Isaac and couldn't understand why he couldn't for a moment. It took a second for his brain to gather enough blood to give him the answer. Seat belt. Shit. He fumbled for it, unlatching himself and then moving in a sudden rush towards Isaac, mouth still practically glued to his as he tried to climb into his lap.

Why? Because there was a loud and insistent voice in his head telling him that if he didn't get closer to Isaac, if he didn't touch him more, taste him more, his body was literally going to explode. The voice didn't care that he hit his head on the roof or that his elbow whacked into the console. No, the voice wanted him in Isaac's lap and Stiles was a slave to that command.

[excessive]

The tight confines of the car, the scent of sex and lust lancing through him. Isaac couldn't think of anything but Stiles. Wanting more as his fingers tugged at his shirt, trying to get up under the fabric and onto warm skin.

Then Stiles was there, in his lap and it was better. It could be so much better but this was good.

Arching up against him as he pushed the shirt up under his arms, not even caring if he got it all tangled up. He just wanted more.

More as his mouth claimed Stiles', hard, needful, tasting him as his tongue tangled with the other boys.

[teenyoda]

His chest was bared to the air, but that was fine since Stiles was yanking on Isaac's shirt, trying to get it up and to a point where he could feel skin instead of fabric. He could feel the muscles of Isaac's thighs shifting under him, hard and tense, but he was more interested in the hard and tense part of him that was at the juncture of his thighs.

He'd never seen more than a glance of a dick that wasn't his own; shower room etiquette dictated you look up. He was curious.

[excessive]

The moment his shirt started moving, Isaac was shifting back. Leaning as far back in the seat as he could, wriggling and ducking down to get out of the shirt. All that movement made him grind against Stiles, moaning loudly at the sensation. The deceptively strong body. The silky skin beneath his touch.

"Get your shirt off," he panted between kisses, fingers already sliding down over his chest.

[teenyoda]

He would have come back with some sort of retort, but he was too busy doing just that, pulling his shirt up and off his head --

Until he got stuck. The plaid over shirt and the t-shirt had tangled up at neck level while his arms were half out. "Oh, for the love of..."

He sighed. "Help?"

[excessive]

It should have been frustrating. It should have pissed him off. Instead, in that moment, he found it endearing. Maybe because it had meant so much movement against him. He didn't care. It was good still, that was all that mattered.

His fingers moved carefully over the fabrics, working to get them undone so Stiles could get out of them.

"Leave it to you to start bondage this soon."