bellamy + wells withhhhhh
toothpaste
what the hell sky ajsdkgljasldkh /lh
okay okay sure here goes nothing
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"I forgot to bring my toothpaste."
Wells looked up from where he was unpacking his suitcase on the hotel bed, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. "Just use mine."
Bellamy grimaced. "You mean your weird flavored toothpaste? Why can't you just use mint toothpaste like anyone else would."
Wells rolled his eyes. "I don't like the taste of mint, Bell, you know this."
"But then I have to deal with your weird tasting toothpaste."
Wells stood up, strolling over to where Bellamy stood in the doorframe to the tiny bathroom. "You don't know its weird, you haven't even used it."
Bellamy huffed. "I taste it on your lips every morning when I kiss you."
Wells flushed a bit at that. "Oh."
Bellamy smirked, leaning forward, but Wells took a step back. "Oh, no. Brush your teeth first. I'm not kissing you until you do."
And Bellamy laughed, the deep rumble making Wells shudder. "Just one?"
"Nope. Go use my 'weird toothpaste' and then you can kiss me all you want."
"I'll hold you to that."







