His headset and controller are mercilessly taken from him and thrown aside in the middle of a game. Despite half-assed protests, James willingly lets himself be pushed back against the couch cushions and stares up at Liam with half lidded eyes and his bottom lip nervously trapped between his teeth.
The anticipation doesn’t last long as Liam climbs on top of him and captures his lips between his own.
Noises of their lips smacking against one another and their moans fill the sitting room.
It takes few moments but soon tiny noises from a pair of headphones hit James’ ears. A horrifying realization smacks him right in the face and snaps him out of his lustful haze. He gently pushes back his protesting boyfriend and immediately sits up on the couch. “You didn’t off the game,” James whispers. Like it’s supposed to mean anything now.
Liam just shrugs in response.
“Liam! They heard everything!” He says pointing at the headset sitting on the table.
James doesn’t like the cheeky smirk that slowly appears on Liam’s face. Not one bit.
“That’s then whole idea,” he replies pushing James back and climbing on top of him again. .
