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Alex
“Truth or dare?”
Alex grinned at his best friend, Nora Holleran, student at MIT and walking computer. She was sitting in a circle with her closest friends, acquaintances, and connections. There were over a dozen hot young women present, yet all of his sexual energy had channeled into anger and hate toward one specific man present.
Of course his huge-hearted sister, June, just had to invite Alex’s mortal enemy and biggest school competition, Henry Fox. After their not-so-stellar meeting two years ago, Alex had hated the guy. Henry was the only one in the class with a higher grade than him, and they were constantly being compared by their teachers. It didn’t help that the guy was extremely handsome - hell, he looked like he was from a James Bond movie - and the girls in the class had organized themselves into two teams; Team Alex and Team Henry.
Most of those girls were in attendance tonight. Team Alex(which was obviously superior) clustered around him, sipping from Cokes and braiding each other’s hair. Team Henry(a bunch of boring, bleached-blond white girls - like Henry) were excitedly talking with him, making dramatic gestures with their hands. Henry was listening with that infuriating expression on his face, the disinterested one where his piercing blue eyes wandered. Now, they rested on Alex from a brief moment, and he felt a jolt of electricity.
Instead of looking away as usual, Henry raised his golden brows as if in a challenge. Alex smirked, and answered his best friend. “Dare, of course.”
The circle whooped. Nora wiggled her black brows and June, head in Nora’s lap, rolled her Diaz eyes. “Be nice, Nora,” she chided, frowning slightly. “He can’t be too messed up for the test on Monday.”
“I’ll be good,” Nora promised, but the evil expression on her face suggested otherwise. She sipped her beer, eyes surveying the room over the rim of the Solo cup. One of the OGs of Team Alex, Rachel, shoved his shoulder playfully.
“You should dare him to kiss me, Nor!” she piped up, and the room dissolved into laughter and hoots. Rachel fluttered her mascara-clumped lashes at him, and he grinned back.
“That would not be a bad prank - not at all,” he said, and everyone screamed with delight. Rachel squealed and inched closer to him. Alex looked over the adoring group, eyes landing on Henry briefly. Instead of being annoyed Alex was winning their unspoken lady competition, Henry had a heart stricken expression on his face. Before Alex could do a double take, Henry snapped out of it and the cool look was fixed back on.
“Well, it’s no fun if you want to do it,” Nora argued, bringing him back. “I don’t hate the kissing idea though…hmm, who should kiss Alex?”
Team Alex screamed, thrusting their hands into the air while Team Henry watched with delight. Alex grinned, cocking a brow. “Hmm, Nora…any of these eligible bachelorettes sound great.”
“Nah,” Nora said casually, an evil grin lighting up her face. “That’s no fun. Alex, here’s your dare - kiss your mortal enemy. Kiss Henry.”
Henry
Henry couldn’t believe his ears. It was like Nora was making his happiest dream and nightmare become a reality. He felt his heart start to hammer, then break as Alex’s face paled and twisted in disgust.
He doesn’t want you, Henry’s devil thought. He never will, he never will…
He had enough sense to fix a mask on his face, trying to mirror Alex’s expression. He forced his mouth into a grimace.
“What? No way!” Alex squawked, eyes bulging.
Nora shrugged. “Alright, then. Your reputation as the Dare King will be gone.”
“What?”
“This breaks your streak. Either kiss Henry, or become known for your failure.” Nora adjusted her golden earring. “That will mean Henry becomes the new Dare King.”
Alex clenched his jaw. “Fine.”
Henry couldn’t believe his ears, and he felt his breath come in sharp pants. His every dream, his every hope, was now about to come true. His heart began in double time as the man of his dreams advanced slowly across the circle to him.
Bathed in the dim light of the living room, Alex could easily be the hottest man alive. His hair was like a model’s, eyelashes that could kill a man, mouth that could bring women to their knees. But his eyes. His damned eyes. They were deeper than a river, a river that Henry drowned in often.
He finally reached Henry, and Henry subtly breathed in his cinnamon scent. Alex’s voice was pitched low enough it made Henry want to emit some noises as he hissed; “I’m just doing this for the title. Don’t think I like you, or whatever.”
Henry nodded weakly. “Noted,” he coughed, before Alex leaned in.
It was everything everything everything
Alex’s lips were soft soft soft
Henry swept his hand through his perfect curls curls
Then then then
Alex’s tongue claimed his and his taste filled Henry’s mouth
He couldn’t remember his own name
And and and…
Ah.
Alex
Alex wasn’t really sure what he was doing. Then again, he couldn’t really think through the haze as he had the best kiss of his life from his mortal enemy, who happened to be a man. All he knew was that Henry’s hair was soft and he was a good fucking kisser.
All too soon, Henry pulled away. Alex was pleased to see he looked as shaken as he was, hair a mess, mouth a vivid red, panting, eyes wild. Alex couldn’t stop staring at him, but he heard the absence of sound, before screams of disbelief and glee filled the room.
Just as he pulled Henry’s head down for another kiss - Alex’s hand was on Henry’s neck, after all - he distantly heard Nora chuckle; “I told you so.”, and June’s laugh in return.