word count : 1,033 genre : best friend to lovers, very cheesy
« happy birthday. » he said playfully, a rainbow of good cheer in the timbre of his voice. you watched him tenderly, your eyes sparkling in the sunlight streaming through the large windows of your now completely deserted school corridor. eric reached into his pocket and flicked his tongue lightly, trapping it between lips glistening with lip balm. after a good five seconds of concentration, a medallion appeared in front of your face : squinting at the pendant hanging from the end of the chain, it suddenly seemed strangely familiar. opening your eyes wide as you realized what it was all about, you turned your gaze to your best friend's neck, noting that it was now bare of all jewels.
opening your mouth to speak, you were cut off by the devastating smile hanging over his mouth. you have to admit that your mind is currently occupied with a single thought : see by yourself if his lip balm actually tastes of passion fruit. but you looked away again, your eyes gazing into the beauty of his for a few seconds, and you had to fight with all your might not to melt like ice in the sun. « may i..? » he asked you, so sweetly that your heart flustered, his eyes juggling between yours and your neck. stretching your lips into a shy smile, you nodded slightly, holding your hair up so as not to interfere with his actions.
eric leaned gently towards you, his hands grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. his face was so close, you could feel his warm breath caressed the hollow of your neck as he tried to hook the jewel around it, in a precise and delicate manner so as not to risk pinching you with the clasp. under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have had any trouble hanging the collar ( he could do it around his neck with his eyes closed and mind half asleep ) but he couldn't help it with you : you were distracting him. your breath crashing against his ear, the smell of your shampoo tickling his nose, your bare shoulder so close to his lips. he was so fond of you, he couldn't help but find every little detail baffling. after a few seconds, when he finally succeeded, he moved away from you again, admiring his work with victorious eyes.
you looked so beautiful in the late afternoon sun. eric couldn't help but admire you : your always sincere gaze and the twinkle in your eyes drove him crazy. but the one thing he didn't allow himself to think about was your lips. those who always looked so, so kissable. in all honesty, he longed to kiss you, to call you his, to hold your hand proudly, in a way that's different from that of simple best friends. eric had been thinking about you day and night for years now, the young man no longer doubted his more than friendly feelings towards you — but confessing them to you was a lot harder than he thought.
diverting your eyes from his, you brought your fingers to the jewel, fiddling with it as if it were the most precious jewel on earth — was what it really meant to you. stretching your lips into a radiant smile, you gazed at it for a long moment before speaking, « thank you eric, i'll cherish it to the end of the world. »
eric couldn't stop his heart from missing a beat, his puppy dog eyes can't look away from your flawless face. he didn't know what was happening to him, but he knew he had no control over what he did next : in the madness of the moment, with a surge of adrenalin coursing through his muscles, a step forward and the taste of his lip balm spread to yours. on the spot, surprise took over your body, your eyes becoming as round as marbles, and your arms flailing along your chest, not knowing how to react. but the warmth of his lips, similar to that of a summer sun, helped your body relax — and in less time than it takes to say it, your hands found themselves clutching his cheeks, holding his face close to yours.
it was warm, soft, a little clumsy : just as you'd imagined. the sensations were just like in the books : the tingling in the fingertips, the fluttering in the stomach, and the heart racing like never before. who would have thought that a single person could cause so much trouble with a simple kiss? you were so lucky that he was a good kisser — and this simple thought made you smile against his lips, causing the principal concerned to unhook himself from you slowly, his eyes planting themselves in yours directly afterwards. under a rambling gaze, you could see a slight pinkish tinge embrace the apple of his cheek, betraying the shyness that took hold of his features.
« you should lend me your lip balm. » you suggested, a crystalline laugh escaping from eric's mouth just afterwards. the pretty boy nodded, his hands taking hold of your hips to move you slightly, pinning you between the wall behind you and his own warm body. « i could put it on you myself. » he replied, a little too sure of himself for you, his words underscored by a wry smile that brought a pleasant warmth to your belly. raising an eyebrow, you tilt your face slightly to the side, your pupils juggling from his eyes to his lips in the blink of an eye, « ah yea? » you had time to say, your words suddenly cut off by a pair of lips mingling with yours once again. so, so warm, you thought, your arms reaching around his neck a few seconds later to prevent him from escaping.
you don't remember how long you kissed before being chased away by a teacher, but you knew for sure, in your mad rush, under the radiant sun of this beautiful day, his hand clinging firmly to yours, and his bright laughter lulling your mind, eric's love was the best birthday present ever.
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leaning on a table in the university library, you were quietly reviewing your math, alongside your boyfriend. you could see through his gestures that eric was more than bored to be there with you, but you decided not to pay attention to him, because it was him who wanted to accompany you. suddenly he came a little too close to you, letting his minty breath escape onto your cheek : « y/n, are you a sofa? » raising an eyebrow, you waited patiently for the rest of his sentence, « cuz you're sofaking annoying. » — eric tried to stay as serious as possible, but gave up quickly when your fist made contact with his arm, hitting him as hard as possible. « uh you stupid little bish. » — your voice made him laugh even more, and because of that, you couldn't hold back from laughing any longer. you suddenly decided to play with him, bringing your mouth to his ear to whisper a few words to him : « maybe now i'll be annoyed when you want to kiss me... » — he suddenly becomes silent, pinching your arm while cursing. and now you were the one laughing at him, knowing full well that you couldn't resist him.
lying on your best friend's bed, you scrolled through your social medias, his head resting on your stomach. eric seems at the verge of falling asleep, cradled by your fingers slowly stroking his hair. it must have been around 11:30pm, and it had been a long day for both of you : between lessons and sports training, the day had been tiring.
« what are you doing on your phone? » — his sleepy voice made you smile slightly, and you guided your fingers up to his cheek to tenderly stroke the latter. « just scrolling through twitter. » you answered, finally dropping your phone on the mattress when eric finally looked up at you. « something interesting? » — you blush slightly at his question, shrugging your shoulders while letting your head fall to the side, tracing the curve of his jaw with your fingertips. « mhh.. just that tweet that says that today is the international kiss your crush day.. » — this simple information piqued his curiosity, making him straighten up to keep himself closer to you.
« so, did you kiss your crush today? » — shaking your head negatively at eric's question, your t-shirt suddenly caught your full attention, playing nervously with the latter's hem while speaking up : « not yet. »
you saw him look at the time on his watch, and open his eyes wide, before placing his hands on either side of your hips. « what are you waiting for? the day will soon be over! » — a smile took place on your lips, and you finally dared to lay your gaze full of adoration on his pretty face. « what if you're my crush, eric? » — your question made the tips of his ears blush, but he quickly recovered his confidence by bringing his face closer to yours, brushing your cheek with the tip of his nose.
« then i would tell you to kiss me before the day is over. » — and in this way, your cold hands ended up on eric's warm cheeks, mingling your lips in a passionate and breathtaking kiss.
“Okay I swear this one's for you,” Eric reassured, picking up a pink bowling ball from the rack. He stood there in front of you as he rearranged his thoughts. “Well, for the fans too. But also you.”
You giggled as you recorded him with your camcorder, motioning for him to continue. He winked before turning around, not knowing that you fully expected him to get it in the gutter once again.
His ball did just that, leaving a frustrated Eric behind. You cooed, teasing him as you brought the camcorder to his face and laughed when he pushed you away, watching him become extremely pouty afterwards.
You scored a third strike in a row as Eric recorded everything, letting out continuous whines behind the camcorder. “This is so unfair.”
“Bowling probably just isn’t for you,” you hummed, sitting down next to him.
He turned off the camcorder after an idea had popped up in his head and turned to face you, hands on your legs while he looked at you enthusiastically. “If I get a strike, will you give me a kiss?”
You weren’t even given a chance to respond as your boyfriend already grabbed for his bowling ball, getting into position.
“You’ve only knocked down eight pins in the past two hours,” you pointed out, not believing that he'd be able to accomplish this whatsoever.
“Shush! I’m getting a kiss after this, so I’m definitely going to get a strike.”
You never agreed to it, but you didn’t want to lessen his hopes by pointing it out, so you just watched him from your spot. It was funny how not only did he get it in the gutter (again), but he also managed to trip over his feet, causing you to rush over to him to see if he was alright.
He allowed you to pull him up before bringing his hands behind his back, looking at you ever so innocently as he puckered his lips. “Can I still get my kiss?”
