Pwp: Prompts

“We should call someone,” Leo said, pulling out his phone.

Leo grabbed his wrist. Not to push him away. To hold him there. pwp prompts

“Your cousin is a menace,” Jamie said, his voice low and unhurried. “She told us to ‘get more bubbly from the basement.’ There’s not a single bottle of Prosecco down here.” “We should call someone,” Leo said, pulling out

The silence stretched, thick and unbearable. Leo could hear his own heartbeat. Could probably hear Jamie’s, too, if he listened. Neither of them moved. To hold him there

They’d been fake dating for exactly six hours. It was Jamie’s idea—Leo’s family reunion-wedding combo, and Leo had shown up alone again. Just say I’m your plus-one, Jamie had shrugged at the airport. We’re friends. It’s not a lie. It was a lie, and they both knew it, because friends didn’t look at each other the way Jamie looked at him when he thought Leo wasn’t paying attention.

Then Jamie did something stupid. Or maybe the smartest thing he’d ever done. He reached out and very slowly straightened Leo’s already-straight tie, his knuckles brushing Leo’s chest through the crisp white shirt.

The first kiss was hungry, clumsy, a collision of teeth and suppressed want. Jamie’s back hit the wine racks; a bottle wobbled but didn’t fall. Leo’s fingers found the back of Jamie’s neck, then the perfect sharp angle of his jaw. Jamie laughed against his mouth—a surprised, breathless sound—and kissed him back harder.