WHO:Ā jesse merrickĀ ( early thirties, pansexual, cartoonist ) WHAT:Ā inspired byĀ 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 donāt is yet to be seen! ā”Ģ WHERE:Ā jesseās backporch or any other private but casual setting WHEN:Ā nighttime TWāS:Ā none OPEN TO:Ā 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. āhey, lemmeā ask you something. and i swear i won't make fun,ā he says, springing forward in his seat suddenly and leveling an inquisitive stare at them. āhave you ever thought about kissingĀ me?ā














