You Think You're Cooler Than Me
“Are you mad at me?”
“Well fuck, Sherlock, how long did it take you to figure that one out?”
“What did I do though?”
“Nothing, dollface. Don’t even worry about it. Let’s just watch a movie.”
He flipped on some “scary film”, but yawned in the middle because he said, “the cheap effects just turned him off.” You were quite intrigued, but really you were just as disinterested in the movie as he was. The horror just wasn’t there, it was another movie with a typical plot line. You heard him grunt in annoyance, turning your head to face him.
"... It's just that any other girl would be scared by now... hiding in my arms." He mumbled the last part.
You blushed from hearing those last words coming from him, but backed away from him almost instantly getting jealous, hoping you heard him wrong. Other girls? Meaning he snuggled with other girls, like who? "What about the other girls?"
Be smooth, be cool. Instead of having you swoon over him like he had expected to, like he always expected to, he got back a question he wasn't sure he could answer properly and was stumbling over his words to explain himself. "A-They... I-eh... Y-You're different."
"I-I am? How?" Nervous pride burst from you.
"I-I didn't actually mean it like that. Everyone’s different, I just…Stop looking at me like that!” Chill Gary, you’re losing your cool, only she could do that to you. “Anyway, let’s watch something with James Dean in it.”
“Because he’s cool, duh!”
“Ah yeah, well that’s true,” you nodded getting comfortable in the living room.
Stupid James Dean, probably thinks he’s cooler than me. He nearly growled at your eyes, they were practically glued to the screen. Never looks at me like that. You tried to shrug off the glare in the back of your head, but it made you uncomfortable.
“I can do that,” he mocked, obviously jealous. You thought it was cute though.
“Oh really, show me?”
You hadn’t realized what you really said, until you looked up at the TV screen. A kiss scene was playing, a very erotic one. A smirk played on Gary’s face while embarrassment covered yours.
“I—I didn’t mean-”
You could only mumble inside of his mouth as his tongue ever so rudely invaded yours, but still managed to get you heated. He quickly gripped the back of your neck before you could think of pulling away, not that you were going to. You both close your eyes, the air full of raw energy. He began nibbling and sucking on your tongue, a small moan escaping your throat. He grinned almost, enjoying this more than he thought he would anything else. You tangled your fingers in his soft, silky brown locks. You felt weightless as he managed to continue lip-locking as he swooped you into his lap, getting better access. His pink muscle traveled even deeper into your longing gaping mouth, moving his hands down to stroke your back. His heart raced wildly against his ribs as his body was pressed into yours, and you were no better. The one thing you thought you could never get but always wanted, was happening. She’s a much better kisser than I had imagined her to be. This session grew to be so intense, you nearly fell apart in his arms, one of his palms fisting in your hair. He bit into your lip, and the unmistakable sound of arousal came from you both. But this had to end soon, right? It was nothing but a thing to prove you right...right?
He released you from himself, unclutching your clothes and letting you re-adjust however you would like. You stayed close to him though, cuddling into his chest, panting. “That was-”
“Shut up,” he said in a very demanding voice, but you knew he was just your typical tsundere. You sighed in content feeling his grip return to your shoulder, pushing you further next to him. There’s no fucking way I did th-she seemed to enjoy it.
The end credits came rolling in, earning a smile from Gary.
Yeah, I’m waaaay cooler.