taste - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 178
It was not about kissing.
No.
That would be gay.
It was just…Evan had the best chapstick. Cherry-flavored and infused with aloe. It tasted divine and it was winter, okay? Barty needed to protect himself from chapped lips! And, really, it was irresponsible to share a tube of chapstick. There were risks like…cross-contamination and…mouth herpes….and…sicknesses.
But he was lucky. Because Evan was a really, really good friend.
“S’just because of the chapstick,” Barty gasped, breathing heavily into Evan’s mouth and running his tongue over the taller boy’s lips, shivering as teeth nipped at him and hands squeezed his sides. “Just have…have to…”
“Protect yourself, yeah,” Evan nodded eagerly, connecting their mouths again and shoving his tongue into Barty’s mouth, drawing a moan from both of them that made Barty shiver and press closer.
“Responsible,” Barty agreed breathlessly when they pulled back before tangling his hair in Evan’s hair and yanking, making him keen.
“‘Course,” Evan nodded dazedly, pressing his lips to the column of Barty’s throat.
They were both very responsible when it came to lip health.
