WHO: jesse merrick ( early thirties, pansexual, cartoonist ) WHAT: inspired by this post. ym and jesse are long-time friends and have never seen each other romantically. on a whim one night, they try kissing to see if sparks fly. whether they do or don’t is yet to be seen! ◡̈ WHERE: jesse’s backporch or any other private but casual setting WHEN: nighttime TW’S: none OPEN TO: muses between 28-38 y.o
as the laughter dies down and the sound of wind and a lone cricket in dead night replaces it, jesse sinks back in his chair, languid and drunk off inside jokes. he raises a hand to wipe sweat off his hairline, his eyes finding the other, their face illuminated by warm porchlight. “hey, lemme’ ask you something. and i swear i won't make fun,” he says, springing forward in his seat suddenly and leveling an inquisitive stare at them. “have you ever thought about kissing me?”
