“how mad would you be if i kissed you?” for Lalexis 🙏
The van was stalled with a flat tire while the queens were waiting to return to the hotel after a full day of filming. They were tired, bored, trying to keep busy without getting in too much trouble. In one row, Lala and Alexis were sitting and, on a whim, Alexis turned and asked, “how mad would you be if I kissed you?”
“Mad in what sense?” Lala asked with an arched brow, crossing one leg over the other and perching his hands on his knee.
Alexis furrowed his brows. “Elaborate?”
“Mad like angry or mad like, ‘oh I’m mad about you’?”
He laughed. “I think you’re fucking with me and know what I meant,” he accused.
Lala laughed and put his hands up in surrender.
“Okay, okay, you got me, I’m just fuckin’ with you.” But then came the task of addressing the question. “Dunno, like a three? Just ‘cause I don’t wanna get yelled at for not being on hard ice.”
Alexis nodded as if to say ‘fair enough’ as he mulled over his next course of action. His thoughts were interrupted by a PA popping their head back in to inform them that they would be waiting another ten minutes or so and stepped back off the van. “Fuck it, I’ll take those odds,” he decided and leaned over to kiss Lala. It was quick but deep, enough to show his intent without drawing too much attention.
And Lala kissed back, a mix of curiosity and piqued interest winning out. It was nice, pleasant. It had been longer than he would like to admit since he had last been kissed, and he would be lying if he claimed to not enjoy the attention he had been getting from the other queen. He was more than a little attracted to Alexis, but he couldn’t help himself – playing hard to get was fun.
“Was that okay?” he asked.
He smiled and nodded, leaning in and pecking his lips chastely. “You cute when you flustered,” he teased, “it was more than okay.”
