Request: Hello! I saw your prompt post and could you please do 9,15, and/or 21 with Joe? Thanks xx
Even though Caspar was one of your best friends, you should’ve known he’d betray you this way. He had spent ages trying to get you to tell him who you liked, but you wouldn’t cave. Finally, one drunken night, you spilled and told him how you felt about Joe. He swore never to tell him, and he didn’t. But just because he never said it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to do everything in his power to set you two up.
You went on holiday to South Africa with Caspar, Josh, Oli, Joe, and Caspar’s girlfriend Maddie. You were having a great time so far. It was lovely to get to know Maddie, as she made Caspar so happy, while also spending time with your best friends.
One night, Caspar suggested having a bonfire down by the ocean. Naturally, you all eagerly obliged. It was a warm night and sitting around a fire on the beach would be a great way to end the day.
The six of you sat around the fire, chatting about random things and laughing like you hadn’t a care in the world. You were sitting on the sand next to Joe, rather closely in fact. He was sitting with his legs out in front of him and his arms propping himself up behind him. He was sitting so close to you that one of his arms was almost behind your back. You kept your chill though, as you didn’t want to give Caspar the satisfaction of seeing you blush.
“Let’s go skinny dipping!” Caspar suddenly exclaimed. He stood up immediately, dragging a laughing Maddie along with him. The other boys just looked at each other and laughed, staying where they were seated. With a sudden burst of courage, you stood up.
“Anyone coming with me?” you asked, brushing some sand casually off your behind. You figured none of the boys would, so you were surprised when Joe stood up and joined you. You tried to control your racing heart, but failed miserably. When you got to the shore, you pulled your shirt over your head and dropped your shorts. You knew if you hesitated at all, you would back out completely, so you immediately went to unhook your bra and drop your underwear. You and Joe stood silently beside each other. He hadn’t looked at you and you hadn’t looked at him. “I’ll look if you look?” you said quietly.
“Okay,” Joe breathed out. So, you both turned and looked at each other. You didn’t feel as uncomfortable as you thought you would and you were definitely glad that your girlfriends had encouraged you to get a wax before the trip. Joe was, well, literally flawless. You cleared your throat awkwardly, then turned to run into the water.
The four of you were laughing, just splashing each other and generally goofing around. Eventually, Maddie and Caspar swam a little bit farther away, leaving you and Joe alone. “You have a tattoo?” Joe spoke suddenly.
You spun around to face him, sinking a little deeper in the water to cover your chest. “Yeah,” you said gently. “It’s, uh-”
“Did you draw it?” he asked.
You nodded slowly and turned so that Joe could look at the tattoo on your right shoulder blade. You felt his finger trace along the tattoo, causing goosebumps to cover your body. “Sorry,” Joe said, noticing your shiver.
“It’s okay,” you said quickly.
“So, what’s it for?” he asked. You still didn’t want to turn to face him. Your tattoo was a crescent moon with a small heart inside the curve of it.
“My grandma always said, God puts the moon in the sky to show you that even when life get’s dark, there’s a light somewhere. As long as that light is there, I will love you,” you explained quietly. “So, I drew the moon and then my grandma drew the heart for me.” When Joe was quiet, you turned to face him again. “I guess it’s kind of stupid,” you mumbled.
“No,” Joe said quickly. “It’s not stupid. I like it a lot.”
You smiled at Joe before the two of you swam back up to shore. “(Y/N),” Joe said slowly. “Where are your clothes?” You looked up at the sand to see that the pile of your clothes was not where you had left it. Neither were Joe’s.
“Where are your clothes?” you said back. “Did we drift down the shore?”
“No, that’s our fire right there,” he said.
“I’m gonna beat Caspar’s ass.”
Laying where your clothes were supposed to be was a large sleeping bag. “What do we do?” you said, shaking slightly. You couldn’t tell if you were cold, angry, anxious, or all of the above.
“You can have the sleeping bag,” Joe muttered. “I’ll figure something out.”
“I’m not gonna let you freeze all naked overnight!” you protested.
“Well what other option do we have?”
So that’s exactly what you did. You crawled into the sleeping bag, which thankfully was big enough for two. Joe hesitantly crawled in beside you, turning on his side so he wasn’t facing you. “I’m sorry about this,” Joe mumbled. “I have to learn to stop telling Caspar my secrets.”
“What do you mean?” you asked. You were facing him, even though his back was to you.
He sighed, “I might’ve told Caspar that I have a ridiculously large crush on you.”
You were quiet. Your jaw dropped a bit as you processed what he had said. “I’m sorry,” he said again. “Now this is probably just really fucking awkward.” Before you even really knew what you were doing, you laid your hand on his shoulder, urging him to turn to face you. When he did, you softly pressed your lips against his. The kiss didn’t last very long, but when you pulled away, Joe’s cheeks were pink.
“I may have a ridiculously large crush on you too,” you teased back. Joe laughed and pressed a small kiss to your lips again.
“Caspar planned this all along didn’t he?” Joe said with a roll of his eyes.
“He had good intentions,” you laughed, “but I still hope you beat his ass in the morning.”
