Work Text:
Bible really liked the way Build kissed. It wasn't something that he had said aloud to anyone and he didn't plan on it either. Anytime the topic of them having to kiss came up he swiftly deflected to having Build tackle it. Even as far as suggesting Build speak about what Build had mentioned the first time they kissed. Apparently his lips were soft. A compliment of sorts and he was so glad that they were because for weeks he had been religiously applying chapstick morning, noon and night in preparation for the first kiss he would share with his co-star. He wanted it to be good and part of that was making sure he didn't have chapped lips. Really, he was just very nervous and it was the only action he could control to make it the best kiss one could.
It wasn't like it truly mattered if Build thought he was a good kisser, they weren't dating, not lovers but at the same time he always wanted to do well in front of the man. He wanted to show the man he had grown close to so much so that he was his comfort zone that he was worthy of being his partner, that he could match up to the experience that Build had and not drag him down and really he just enjoyed making Build proud.
So how did he end up in such a way that he actually anticipated the kissing scenes they had to do, not just at the camp but on the actual set filming for real? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that Build's kisses had grown addictive. When Build kissed him as Pete of course, always as Pete, there was a sweetness there that he hadn't ever tasted with another. Which may seem odd, Bible had a few relationships in the past. He wasn't new to kissing by any means. Yet, Pete's kisses were more. It was as if with every brush of his lips against his own thoroughly moisturized chapstick lips he was seeking care from the other. He kissed with hopes of the emotions being reciprocated because Pete didn't just kiss someone he didn't care for.
There was a confidence in the way that he kissed, it took charge and encouraged Bible to press softer kisses against his lips, kissing specifically Pete's bottom lip because for some reason he found the plump curve of that lip really attractive, making him to suck on it until it was bruised, bite it until it bled and pepper tiny kisses against it to remind that it was just as precious as the rest of him.
However, it was Build who liked to pepper soft kisses against his lips and with each one it was like it's own lyrics of a love song. Who knew that kissing could be melodious but with Build it was. And when Build slid his tongue in to explore it was almost as if he was a kid going to a playground for the first time, quietly exploring before finding that one slide he couldn't get enough of, tangling their tongues together in a dance that left Bible breathless physically and emotionally. His heart rate would spike as Build threaded his fingers through his hair and tugged on it, nails scraping his scalp in such a way it sent shivers down his spine and God did his pants become tight every single time. But he had to remind himself, this is Vegas, kissing Pete and Pete kissing Vegas and if he could he would moan Build's name because all his mind was doing sometimes was repeating "Biu biu biu" like a needle of a record machine skipping on that black disc.
He was lucky that he never lost full control and managed to only moan wantonly into Build's mouth, against his lips, neck, biting on Build's red tinged ears because he needed that action to ground himself again. Kissing Build...or he should say Pete was the sweetest love song he had ever experienced and if he was truly honest with himself he didn't want to stop experiencing this.
Except that thought always brought a small pang of hurt in his heart. He loved Pete as a character, his Vegas craved him, but he loved Build playing Pete more and even more than that he cherished Build. So where did that leave him. Staring at his co-stars lips wishing they were brushing against his like a summer's breeze because Build was his summer but the man didn't know how true that phrase really was. A hand waved in Bible's face,
"Bible? Yo man? You okay?"
The Thai accented English that was Build Jakapan, always taking his time with Bible and trying to make him comfortable no matter where they were, rang in his ears. Bible's tongue subconsciously licked his own lips as he slowly drew his eyes away from those pink lips he wished to devour with honesty. "Ah, yeah... Sorry, Biu"
He scratched the back of his neck shyly. Laughter bubbled out of Build's pretty lips and he couldn't help the corners of his lips twitching up into a fond smile.
"I was just asking if you wanted a sip of my coffee. It's the seasonal special we wanted to try." The ice in the plastic cup shook against the sides and Bible leaned in, "Yeah, Biu.. yeah, I would." His lips wrapping around the straw somehow still managed to have the lingering sweetness that Build's lips always carried.