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.)

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[excessive]

"You're good with sex," he repeated, grinning as he worked on wriggling in the back of the Jeep to get dressed again. "Oh. You would," he asked, arching a brow as he shifted to lean in closer to Stiles. "So back to thinking about me bending you over the hood of the Jeep?"

[teenyoda]

Nooo... don't get dressed. Oh, wait. Hello. Close Isaac was close. And still smelled good. And it took a moment for him to decipher the words from the rush of lust that went through him again. Then there was more lust. Oh... yeah.

"Um..."

[excessive]

His mouth brushed Stiles', not pushing for a deep kisses after having sucked him off but that didn't stop him from wanting that kiss. Just wanting to touch him and taste him. God, it was already in his head to start touching, to explore and learn what they both liked.

Even with that "um".

He chuckled, sliding his hand along Stiles' thigh. "Maybe another time. When you're saying more than um."

[teenyoda]

The 'um' was a good um. It was a brain-stalling um. It was a pause as he mentally pictured being bent over the hood of his beloved jeep.

When he felt the hand on his thigh, he reached his own up and cupped the back of Isaac's neck, pulling him down for a deeper kiss. If Isaac could swallow his come, the least Stiles could do was taste the residual of it. God.

[excessive]

That was all it took to encourage Isaac for something he wanted badly already. Shifting to lean half over Stiles, finger kneading at the other boy's thigh as he gave into the desire for more. Now that he'd had a very literal taste, he was realizing just how much more he wanted.

Definitely more of that taste, and the kissing, and...

"Shit."

He barely broke the kiss, sighing heavily. "Their car just started," he muttered softly. Not that they were doing a good job watching what the Alpha creep and Danny were doing but the sound of the engine reminded him why they were there to begin with.

[teenyoda]

His mouth was on his and there were hands touching and Stiles found it easy to press back, to slide his own hands up over Isaac and feel and touch and taste and--

"Nooooooo."

Goddamn that Alpha. It did bring him back crashing into reality and what they were supposed to be doing with a resounding snap and he moved to scrabble back into the front seat, pulling his pants up as he did. "Shit, shit, shit."

[excessive]

There was nothing in Isaac that wanted to go back to following Danny and his boyfriend. In fact he wanted to do nothing more than go back to exploring everything him and Stilinski could. Like sex, and more sucking and then some sex, and maybe after that cuddling or something. Anything that meant more naked and less panic.

Except panic was happening. Waiting until Stiles got in the driver's seat before wriggling up and into the passenger's seat. "They haven't left yet," he admitted, canting his head and listening. "I can hear both of them."

Which was good because he had no idea how to tell Derek they let Danny get hurt because they were making out.

[teenyoda]

"Good. Good. God, Scott will kill me if anything happens to Danny. I'll kill me if anything happens to Danny." He managed to wriggle into his shirt and lift his ass up as he did his pants up. He looked over at Isaac, suddenly distracted by a little bare skin.

Wait, right. Keeping an eye on Danny. He started up the jeep and kept the headlights off, ready to follow after them. God, he wanted to be out of the jeep and on a bed. A big bed. A big comfy bed with no clothes and more of that whole naked thing. Because that was good.

[excessive]

A shirt. Right. Isaac had a shirt when this started. And the fly done up on his jeans. He'd forgotten that.

Shifting, trying to get his jeans done up while peering out of the windshield. He glanced over at Stiles. A slow smile curved his lips.

"Danny's not getting hurt. I would have heard that." Maybe. If he hadn't been listening to his own heart beat while sucking Stilinski's cock.

"Next time needs to happen when we're not on stake out. Seriously. No babysitting then."

[teenyoda]

He let out a nervous laugh, hand tightening around the steering wheel. "So there's going to be a next time, huh?"

He was also very, very okay with that. In his jeep. On a bed. God, on a bed would be good. A lot less clothing and a lot more warmth. And room to move.

[excessive]

Isaac strained, listening to the other car. "I can still hear two voices," he admitted, that slight fear there that he could have gotten Danny hurt while he was enjoying himself.

Glancing over at Stiles, he smiled. It was slight, kind of crooked, but genuine. "Yeah. I thought so. If you want," he added, because it wasn't just his call, after all. Even if he was definitely thinking about them naked and somewhere without worrying about having to dart away.

[teenyoda]

Well thank god for small favors. If Danny had gotten hurt, Stiles wouldn't have forgiven himself. He let out a breath of relief, glancing over at Isaac and seeing that crooked smile.

Oh, crap. No, no. No, he was not going to smile ba--

He was grinning back kind of like an idiot. Dammit. "Um, yeah. Yeah, I do."

[excessive]

He wasn't going to think about what Derek would have said if this went wrong. Thinking about it now meant his dick drawing up into his body, he was pretty damn sure of that.

Instead he focused on Stiles, on that smile even as he kept listening for the other car to move.

"Good. When we're not doing this. With less me assaulting you with kisses in a bar," he teased, glancing at the windshield.

"They're moving," he said, sounding as regretful as he felt, wanting more of them in the backseat and without clothing.

[teenyoda]

He nodded when he saw the car start to turn around and head out of the dead end, waiting until it passed before he pulled out of his hiding spot and started tailing them again. "So, if they end this nicely, I just drop you off at Derek's?"

[excessive]

Isaac settled into the seat, watching the car go by in the dark. He kept an eye on the car as it cruised along. Until he stole a glance at Stiles. "That could work," he said, nodding. "If that's what you want to do."

[teenyoda]

He paused turning the wheel, shooting Isaac a quick look before he paid attention to what he was doing. "Um..." No, not really. He might have had a really awesome orgasm in Isaac's mouth, but he was still geared up, hormones flared and wanting more. "Well, I don't know what you want to do."

[excessive]

They were both hemming and hawing around it and he shifted, twisting in the seat to face Stiles more fully, sliding his hands over his thigh. The entire Jeep smelled of sex and musk and he was already half hard just from that scent surrounding him.

"I want to not go home yet," he admitted. "I want to be naked with you again."

[teenyoda]

It was the hand on his thigh that almost had him jerking the wheel, but he managed to keep the jeep on the road, leg flexing under Isaac's hand as he felt that stir of arousal again. Jesus, he'd just come...

Then there was speaking and naked talk and... "Yeah. Yeah. That'd be, um, that'd be good." That'd be more than good.

[excessive]

He let his fingers run along his leg, not hiding that he was thinking about what they'd just done, and couldn't help but think about more. A lot more.

"So... Where to go then," he asked, arching a brow. "Just park somewhere or got an idea?"

[teenyoda]

Isaaaaaaac... that was unfair. Stiles couldn't grope him back when he had to drive. "Um, well, have I told you how soundproof my basement is? Or that I've sort of been setting up a little hang out room down there?"