H2omini Snippets
"I.. there's something I've always wanted to say," Delirious starts, rubbing the back of his thumb as he talks, an unconscious habit that keeps his hands busy while his mouth tries to form the words he wants to say.
"What is it?" Mini asks, expecting to hear ‘You had some noodles stuck between your teeth all day', or something of the like. Something embarrassing he didn’t even realize was happening.
But instead what hits his ears is, "I like your ass."
"Excuse me?" He chirps, and grabs at the back of his pants, trying and failing to find the tear in his jeans that Delirious must be talking about. "You do what now?"
Delirious just laughs at him. "Hell yeah, you wanna go get a blowjob later?" All bravado and wide smiles beneath still red cheeks.
"A.. blow job?" Mini asks, his face quickly turning red as the dots begin to connect and the ‘must be a joke’‘ finally falls from his mind. "From who..?"
Delirious just winks at him, slow and purposefully.
"I mean, FOR who, what, I mean..?" Mini licks his lips trying to think. But his mind is filled with mental images that torment him. And all he can see is Delirious kneeling before him, still with that same devilish grin on his face. Hair falling across the other boy’s eyes, as one hand slowly pulls down his zipper.
"I.. I'm .. I mean uh." Shifting where he stands, the legs of his pants have become uncomfortably tight, having shrunk in the last few seconds.
"Should we do it here, or you wanna go behind the building?" Delirious laughs again, and nudges Mini with his shoulder. Standing so close, his warm breath brushes across Mini’s cheek and makes him blush the harder.
“Sweets?” Mini asks, holding the open box Delirious thrust into his hands the moment they laid eyes on each other. “But why?”
“Because I know you’re secretly allergic to chocolate and I want to watch you die,” Delirious retorts, rolling his eyes and making such an exaggerated motion of it, that a child in a school play would have been proud of him.
Mini opens his mouth. “Ah–”
Delirious just covers his face with his hands and speaks through it, mournfully. “I want to date you, idiot. I want to hold your hand and take you somewhere fancy to eat, at some place where they have flowers on the tables.”
Peeking out from between his fingers, he stops to ask as the thought hits. “You’re not.. actually allergic to chocolate are you..?”
“No,” Mini starts to grin. “But I am allergic to being called an idiot.”
“But you’ll say yes?” Delirious perks up, hopeful.
Mini wants to say one thing, but his mind has already caught on something else. “Wait, are you asking me on a date, or for my hand in marriage?!”
“The answer is yes, I accept!” Delirious blurts out, and grabs him in a tight hug, almost knocking the chocolates out of Mini’s hands.