"Against The Wall" lmao hunter and jesse
Send me âAgainst The Wallâ to slam my muse up against a wall and kiss them.
for a couple young men that were currently covered in paint and sequins, their fight had started to get pretty intense, to the point where the other party guests forced them into one of the guest bedrooms, so that the two of them could figure out their costume mix-up amongst themselves, and not ruin things for everyone else. as if the whole situation wasnât just clearly hunterâs fault in the first place. unbelievable.Â
âwhat are you gonna do, huh? hit me? no punch you throw my way could possibly hurt more than the humiliation iâve had to face tonight. people think weâre an item. itâs disgusting.â he had to admit, the drama of the situation was pretty riveting. the sort of thing heâd only ever really gotten to act out, in a few of the numerous productions heâd taken part in over the years. âdo it. hit me, you slimy green witch.âÂ
at least hunter had known his place, when copying his costume idea. he could never pull off glinda. maybe egging on a guy that could easily kick his ass if he wanted to wasnât the smartest idea, but it was a necessary experience to have, in case that fight club musical ever actually became a reality. poking his wand into hunterâs chest one last time seemed to do the trick, because before he could say another word, the other boy was shoving him, hard. as jesseâs back hit the wall, he was filled with sudden regret, and just had to hope hunter wouldnât hit him in the face. stage makeup could only cover so much. only - oh.Â
instead of a nose-breaking punch, the only thing to hit his face were hunterâs warm, surprisingly soft lips, covering his own. he should hate this, right? he should be grossed out, and pushing hunter off him, but for some reason, his body seemed to have other ideas. rather than drive hunter away, his hands were pulling him in, clutching at the front of his shirt as the kiss was deepened. and - oh god, oh no, was that his tongue slipping past hunterâs lips? what was wrong with him? maybe hunter really did have witchy powers. it was certainly the only thing that could explain the noise heâd just made that sounded awfully close to a moan.
and then, all too quickly, hunter was pulling back, with a smirk that showed just how pleased he was with himself. âso you do know how to shut up.â goddamnit. heâd won. the asshole had actually bested him. that had never happened before, not once in jesseâs entire existence. and he was still winning, because jesse couldnât think of a single thing to say that wasnât just begging hunter for more. before he had a chance to, however, hunter was already on his way out of the room, leaving jesse with a crooked crown, smudged makeup, and a heart that was beating far too fast for his liking.Â
