‘mistle mistle’ (Anthony)
“Well...would you look at that...” Anthony stated as he looked up at the mistletoe hanging above their heads. Him and his frat brothers hand hung the stuff up all over the house, mostly because they were all desperate and incapable of scoring without the help of the holiday spirt. Anthony on the other hand, he only had eyes on one person and he’d finally caught him. “You know you have to kiss me, right? Those are the rules,” he told his ex as he backed him up against the hallway wall and placed his hands on his hips so he couldn’t get away. “Just...one little kiss,” he said softly before pressing his lips against his and deepening it it almost immediately, desperate to remind his ex what he was missing out on.











