Oceans Blue
Chris Pratt X Reader A small house party with your friend’s (attractive) cast mate warms up when you’re alone with him. Rating: F (Fluff)
The only reason I found myself at this dumbass party was because of a friend of mine. I’m all for supporting him in his roles and watch his productions, but actually going out and meeting people I have no interest ever contacting again? Yeah, no thanks from me. But, Dave is not known to take ‘no’ for an answer when it comes to him introducing me to his friends. So, a while later, here I am, awkwardly standing with a drink in my hand, scanning the rest of the crowd.
“Hey! You’re not enjoying yourself!” Dave made me jump as he came up behind me. I shook my head at him and laughed.
“I told I didn’t want to come. It’s your fault that I’m not having fun, Dae.” Looking around the large gathering room of the expensive-looking (and fancy as fuck, not to mention) house, just about the entire cast of Avengers: Infinity War stood with each other, laughing and talking. The man I recognized as Tom Holland, who played Peter Parker, looked to be cracking jokes and making everyone around him laugh. I smiled. I envied those with such abilities - to bring people joy. Not in a bad way, but in a way of wishing to be able to do the same thing.
“You really think you’d have more fun on your couch watching a lame TV show, then being here with everyone else?” Dave re-positioned himself to stand in front of me, blocking my view from the rest of the crowd. It was more calming to think that I was talking to only my friend, not a cast of people I didn’t know.
“Yes, I do.” I raised my drink to my lips. Before I could swallow, someone bumped my elbow and I jumped, spilling my drink down my throat and shirt. Down the shirt that, of course, had to be a light color, and, of course, had to be one that did not belong to me. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Oh, Jesus. I am so sorry. I honestly did not see you. My back was turned, and I was walking backwards, which isn’t safe or smart, and I-”
“You’re right. Walking backwards isn’t smart. If you know it’s not, why were you doing it?” Looking up from my shirt, I lifted my head to come face-to-face with the guy who played Star-Lord. He stopped talking and locked eyes with me.
“I was putting something on the counter. And, well,” he shook his head, “you were in front of the counter.” He paused and took a breath. “So, sorry. Again.” He placed his hands on his hips, and gave me a soft smile. I scoffed and looked at Dave.
“This is, his name is, is,” Dave was stuttering. He’s never been comfortable under my glare.
“Chris. I’m Chris.” The guy stuck his hand out for me to shake, then hesitantly pulled away when he realized that I wasn’t up for it. “Can I get you a new shirt?”
“If you do anything, could you please wash it? This isn’t even mine.” I crossed my arms but had to uncross them because I hated the feeling of my wet clothing.
“I can do that, also,” he said honestly.
“Fine.” I gave in once I accepted that he did want to fix this. “But if you wash this, I’d need a new shirt. I’m not walking around topless.”
Chris laughed at that. “No problem. I can give you one of mine. Follow me.” He began to walk away, and Dave had to push me in his direction to help me keep up. I jogged most of the time just to keep him in my sight. He was turning corners, dodging people while greeting them at the same time.
“Okay, do you even know where you’re going? And how do you plan to give me an extra shirt? You’re not wearing a sweatshirt or anything.” Catching my breath was not as easy now as it used to be in high school. Running track helped. “What room are we in?”
“I do know where I’m going - this is my house. I hope that also answers your other question.” He had his back to me as he went through a dresser drawer. I stayed silent and found myself involuntarily licking my lips as my gaze fell to his body and the position he was in. He was slightly bent over as he went through the middle drawer. He turned around, a Def Leopard shirt in hand. “This might not fit perfectly, but it’ll do until the end of the night.” My eyes met his and he smirked. “Your lips dry?”
“No.” My hesitation made him laugh. “Thanks for the shirt,” I mumbled, taking the top from him and walked to a corner in the room, facing the wall.
“I could step out of the room.”
I looked over my shoulder at him. “No, it’s fine. I’m sure you’ve seen a female back before. At least, I hope you have.”
“Oh, ouch. Was that supposed to hurt as bad as it did?” His lips curved up as he joked back, and I laughed, too.
“Depends. How bad did it hurt?” I faced the wall again to hide my smile as I slipped my wet top over my head and placed it on the nightstand next to me.
“That stung pretty bad. But, of course, you were joking. You wouldn’t mind if you hurt my feelings.” I could feel the smile in his voice. Shaking my head at his remark, I slipped his shirt on and ruffled it out to make it more comfortable.
“I don’t think I’d mind that much. Would you?” I faced him once again, my hands on my waist. He was quiet, for once, and studied me. “What?” I was beginning to get insecure and looked down to see if it looked bad.
“Um, nothing. Sorry, it’s nothing. You just...” He cleared his throat and waved a hand towards me. “That shirt looks good on you.”
“Thank you. I like your taste in bands.”
“Thanks. That was a band I grew up listening to. Never could get away from them.” He chuckled softly. I nodded, retracing my steps around the bed to get to the door. He stood in front of me, eyes locked onto each other’s. I wondered if his heart was beating as quickly as mine.
“My shirt is on your bed.” I spoke a bit slower, not being able to look away.
“I’ll wash it tonight,” He said, matching my pace. “You know, if you could give me your number, I’d appreciate it.”
“I’m sorry?” I took a step back.
“So I could return the shirt that doesn’t belong to you back to you?” He titled his head. It made him look... softer, and adorable.
“Oh. Right.” I blushed softly and handed him my phone to put his number in. He sent himself a text before giving it back.
“Thank you. Did you think I was asking you on a date?” He chuckled as I hesitated for a second time in front of him. God, why did I find him so attractive?
“I thought you were, but you weren’t. You didn’t.”
“You sound disappointed about that. Maybe I should ask you on a date to make up for it?” His eyebrow quirked up, and his eyes flicked to my lips before going back to my eyes. It was like he was mentally holding me there as he leaned in closer to me.
“Where would you take me?” I asked quietly, our faces only separated by a few inches.
“We’ll worry about it later.” Seconds didn’t exist as he backed me against the wall and pressed his lips on mine.