Jon 22
22. Giggly kiss
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Jon had only asked you to be on On the Spot about an hour ago, when someone- he didn’t name names- bailed on him, and you were one of the fill in’s. Of course you were. You were about to say no and work on editing the next RT Life, but Jon, had mastered the pleading puppy eyed look, and knew you had a soft spot for him. He just knew that you’d give into him sooner or later. So you said yes.
The show began as roughly as it normally would’ve. Everyone but Jon cracking jokes and interrupting and derailing him and Jon himself, getting fed up with all the extra antics and almost futile attempts at regaining some shred of control.
The games continued and nothing really got better or less hectic. Jon kept trying to get control and had to sit through gruesome and wildly inaccurate definitions in Cunning Linguistics. When finally, your turn to answer comes by and Jon had dared to hope, that maybe, you’d help to keep him sane.
What a foolish, foolish mistake.
You sat partially off the leather chair, leaning forwards towards Jon’s desk as you spun some story that even you’d lost track of.“And then-” You take a drink of the rum and coke next to you. “You just- get a little buzzed and, uh- fuckin- you go to your prom- or someone else’s- and you suck a li’l dick, maybe a handy here and there, and that’s promstitution.” You grin, proud of your answer.
Jon looked at you as if you’d betrayed him and the others laughed at what you were saying and carried on where they wanted. You smirked proudly at Jon as he tried to get back in control yet again. The laughter was contagious and you even started to giggle at it. Jon rolled his eyes and looked away from you and a tired smile spread across his face. He leaned his elbows onto his desk and rested his chin in his palms, rubbing his eyes with his fingertips.
You weren’t sure what exactly made you want to kiss him, but the thought was there and the urge was too compelling. Jon’s laughter bubbled over his lips and he smiled into his hands, groaning every few seconds but laughing nonetheless.
You took another drink of your rum and coke, finishing off the glass and quickly- albeit shakily- stood and threw your arms over Jon’s shoulders, pulling yourself down closer to him and pressing your lips to his. He laughed as he kissed you back and you quickly pulled away as he leaned into where you were, a slight blush racing across his face.