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Grant frowned, rolling his eyes. âWell, I donât think they should be scowling at you like that. Donât they have better things to do?â, he spoke, aiming his final question at a pair of girls who were staring. Chuckling, Grant shrugged. âI donât give a hootie hoo. If they have a problem with it, they can kiss my heiny.â, he spoke, moving his hand back to smack his own bottom. He wasnât sure what had happened in the knick of time they were pressed together but, he had found himself growing closer to Andrew. He hadnât ever felt this close to anyone before and now that he could possibly have this, he wasnât sure how to act. As Andrew pulled him towards the lockers and kissed him, he was surprised, no doubt. A part of him wished he would stop yet, another part wished that he could go on with it forever. Looking to him, he back away, deciding not to wipe his lip. âPlease do not apologize for that. That was quite the kiss, Mr. Garfield.â, he teased, leaning in to press another to his lips. he stayed a bit longer this tim before pulling away and smirking. âWhat type of chapstick do you use? Cherry or Strawberry? Iâm stick in between.â, he spoke, biting his lip.
He chuckled softly at the otherâs actions. âYeah, thatâs really gonna scare them off. You look like a puppy, youâre not scary.â Andrew shook his head and shrugged. âOne day people will change, but until then, everyoneâs judgemental.â He raised an eyebrow and couldnât help but stare as Grant slapped his own ass. There was a fleeting feeling that Andrew wanted to do the same, but he managed to compose himself so he didnât. He cleared his throat and tried to do his best to resist the other, but he clearly wasnât very good at it. As soon as heâd kissed him, he knew it wasnât right. For godâs sake, he used to bully Grant. Why would he be happy about a kiss from him? The fact he allowed it made Andrewâs eyes widen. âWh-What? Are you sure?â But before he could question more, he was being kissed once more. It didnât take him very long to respond, his arms wrapping around Grant and pulling him in closer. As he pulled away, he was a little breathless. âItâs cherry. My favourite.â He mused, fishing it out of his pocket and showing the other. âI uh.. Youâre a pretty good kisser, Gustin.â Andrew grinned as he pulled away, licking his lips slightly. âWas that enough to forgive me?â
















