#whateva.

while I feel like I could just post the original version with Jaime and Boomer I’m just going to change it to something other people can actually read. X reader version first, then I’ll add a cut and insert the original

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How Many Have You Kissed?

You look out into the dust filled sunset, the darkness of the night following closely behind that beautiful bright light. The bottle meets your lips once more, smooth liquor flowing down your throat as you get lost in thought for a moment. That is, until Boomer speaks up. You two had split off from the group for the night, feeling like a well deserved break was in order. You both sit on the roof of one of Metropolis’ many now abandoned buildings. You gaze off into the horizon, legs hanging over the edge as you sit there, teammate not even five feet away.

Boomer looks over to you, green eyes sweeping over your form. He liked that relaxed, neutral look on your face. It made his nervous stomach calm down, just a bit. He clears his throat, eyes moving ahead to the sunset so he’s not caught staring.

“...Y’know, mate? I told you I kissed a thousand women. But…that was kinda a lie.” He says, eyes falling down to the nearly empty bottle in his hand. Your eyes are drawn over, and you looks at him. A faint smile present on your face.

“..I know.”

“--I’ve only kissed two, ‘r three,” he admits, though fairly embarrassed. His worked hands toy with the bottle a bit before he looks up at the other, your gazes meeting. “How many men have you kissed, then?” He asks, voice softer than normal. You chuckle, looking away in an almost bashful manner. Seems you’re hesitant to admit your answer.

“Very few…”

“--But you offered me one. How come?” you gaze back at him, deep eyes softened a bit as one more laugh slips out of. You can’t help but giggle at yourself a bit, the alcohol bringing a bit of drunken cheer.

“It’s stupid…” You begin, taking in a breath and sighing. “I just…wanted to kiss you.” Boomer’s eyes widened, a light blush spreading over his freckled face. A soft silence falls over the pair for a moment, the Australian’s grip nervously tightening on his bottle.

“...Would you…wanna kiss me now..?” He asks, tone tender and cautious. You look back and see those beautiful, wide eyes of Boomer’s. God, you loved the way his eyelashes caught the golden sunlight, how the amber and teal mixed together in those irises of his. Your mouth falls open for a moment, though you’re unable to speak.

Eventually you nod, scooting closer to him.

“...I think I would.”