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Benny Weir finally had everything he had ever wanted. Grandma was at an Earth Priestess getaway for the weekend, giving Benny the whole house to himself for the weekend, and he had finally managed to get a blond hottie in his bed.
Rory leans in, eyes closed and his lips puckered up, as if they were in a stupid chick flick. Honestly? It kind of feels like they are. Benny places a hand on Rory’s jaw to guide him closer. His eyes slip shut as he presses his lips against Rory’s. It’s just as soft and sweet as he had imagined it.
Benny’s hand slides to the back of Rory’s neck, and his lips move against Rory’s. When Rory makes a tiny sound and tugs at Benny’s shirt, pulling them closer together, Benny works up the courage to slip his tongue into Rory’s mouth.
But before he can fully get it in, there’s a loud hissing sound and a burning heat against Benny’s lips. Weird. His eyes fly open as the hissing gets more intense, and he quickly pulls away at the sight of smoke flowing from Rory’s pale white lips. They definitely were not doing that before.
“Wow, Benny,” Rory smiles dreamily and floats up off the bed. “Kissing really does feel like fireworks.” What an idiot.
Benny yanks him back down. He barely has the capacity to appreciate how adorable Rory was. “Your mouth was on fire, dude. What the heck.”
Rory twirls a strand of hair around his finger, seemingly unaware of the strange situation. “I know it was soooo hot-”
“No, like, it was literally on fire.”
Rory raises an eyebrow. Apparently, this was not a regular occurrence for him, either. Great.
Rory experimentally touches his finger to Benny’s lips. As soon as it makes contact, it starts to sizzle like a fresh platter of fajitas from Chili’s, and Rory quickly jumps back. Weird.
“Dude. Are you, like, allergic to my mouth or something?” If every kiss was accompanied by Rory’s mouth burning to a crisp, this relationship would not work out.
Rory frowns. “That doesn’t make any sense. After I got turned I stopped being allergic to things. You would not BELIEVE how much peanut butter I ate after-”
“So then why can’t we kiss?” Benny pouts and crosses his arms. “This sucks.”
Rory tilts his head to the side, thinking. As much as Rory could think, that is. Finally, his eyes light up. He leans forward, as if to kiss Benny again, but instead of his mouth lining up with Benny’s, his nose stops about a centimeter away from Benny’s lips.
“What are you doing?” Rory has always been a little weird, but this was a completely new level of freaky. And not in a hot way.
As Benny speaks, Rory sniffs at Benny’s mouth. It’s awkward, to say the least. Could bad breath really be enough to set Rory’s mouth on fire? That was not in any of the kissing tips that Benny had looked up last night.
“Oh!” Rory seems to have figured it out. “You had pizza for lunch!” As if that explained anything.
“Yeah?”
“You always have pizza with extra garlic! I’m a vampire, dude!” Rory flops backwards onto Benny’s bed and grins, satisfied with his detective work. “I was wondering why you smelled so spicy. I just thought you were really sweaty or something.”
Benny gasps dramatically. “How dare you! You’re the sweaty one. Gross and sweaty and stinky.”
“Shut up, garlic breath.”
Benny jumps on top of Rory, effectively pinning him down, and breathes all over his face. “How’s that for garlic breath?”
Rory scrunches up his face. “I’m breaking up with you now.” He giggles and shoves Benny off the bed. “And I’m eating you, because I’m a terrifying monster of the night, and you can’t defeat me with your measly garlic-flavored kisses!”
Rory pounces off the bed and onto Benny. He bares his fangs, but is quickly warded away by Benny sticking out his tongue.
“Meanie.” Rory lies down on the floor next to Benny. “Go brush your teeth so we can make out.” He pokes Benny’s side.
“Only if you un-break up with me.”
“Fine. I, Rory Keaner, un-break up with you so that I can get more of your spicy, spicy kisses.”
Benny grins and presses one more kiss to Rory’s lips.
“Ow! I’m gonna bite you for that!”