I'm sitting on my friend Cameron's couch, talking about some butch shit, pretending like I'm not thinking about my hands on their chest or my lips on their neck -- like I haven't spent our entire conversation wanting to climb in their lap and shut them up.
It's late and they have work in the morning, and that's my cue to leave. But fuck if I can't help myself from at least trying on my way out the door.
"Hey -" I say, pulling my jacket on, standing tall. I'm barely an inch taller than Cameron but I take it. I look them up and down. "Do me a favor. Stop being so hot."
"Oh?" they ask, laughing. "Am I?"
"Yes," I say, pretending to be serious. "It's very inconvenient for me and I'd like you to stop."
They smirk and stare at me intensely, saying nothing. My heart is hammering but I hold their stare, lick my lips. Just as I'm about to panic and bail, I feel their hands on my lower back, drawing me closer. I lean in, letting our lips slowly brush, giving them one more chance to pull away... and then I tug my hands in their hair and whimper into their mouth, far too early in a kiss to be whimpering, and their hands grip me harder and we stumble back to the couch.