◤ my boyfriend ◢

^{❝ Yeah, I did. And you kissed me BACK.❞}

^{He is definitely radiating with self-satisfaction ( and it’s pretty obnoxious ) because— it was a little scary, given the impending threat of debilitating rejection, and he shouldered through it anyway. But now he and Jonathan are BASICALLY dating ( at least in Matt’s naive little grade school-esque world where kissing someone automatically means they’re yours ), so it all played out successfully, and he leans against Jonathan’s side before moving his hand to boy’s thigh to feel at the inner seam of his jeans with absent fingers.} 

^{❝ Really?❞ Matt straightens up at that, EAGER— the biggest, dumbest smile blown wide across his face. ❝ Like, TODAY maybe? Or tomorrow after six. Or both, if you want.❞} 

^{He’s essentially been waiting for this moment ever since they started studying together, he just didn’t know how to ask. He didn’t want Jonathan to feel obligated, since he’s been helping Matt out so much with school, but he’s also been running through various ways of suggesting more time together since the very first time he found himself under Jonathan’s shy smile. ( He’s been catching himself thinking about Jonathan A LOT— the way his gaze sometimes skitters away from Matt’s for no discernible reason, his gentle corrections to Matt’s screwed up math equations, the way his slim fingers fit around a pencil. )}  

^{The gym’s back exit doors slam shut behind the group of freshmen, and Matt’s hands are on Jonathan’s face again — it’s DEFINITELY NOT that Matt doesn’t want to be seen kissing Jonathan, he just doesn’t know how the other boy feels about PDA ( considering the fact that EVERYTHING appears to give him heart complications ). He gives Jonathan several quick kisses in rapid succession, which is somewhat difficult to accomplish while smiling so much but he just can’t stop, before dipping his fingers into soft hair and moving his lips slower, licking into the boy’s warm mouth. Jonathan tastes like peanut butter M&M’s and something else that Matt wants to chase; instead he breaks the kiss and stares at Jonathan from exactly two inches away from his face.}

^{❝ I just want you to know this isn’t an EXPERIMENT THING for me. I like you. Like, in an I-want-you-to-wear-my-jacket-and-hold-my-hand-sometimes kind of way. So, you know, A LOT. Okay? I just thought you should have all the facts.❞}   

^{And then he’s right back to kissing Jonathan before the boy can call Matt out for being such a massive loser.}

                                                       ^{❝ of course I did. ❞}

^{Jonathan can’t tell if he’s more surprised about the kiss or the fact that Matt actually looks just as happy about their current situation as he does. Never in a million years did he think he’d have a chance with Matt, let alone still feel the other’s lips against his own.} 

^{He stares at the hand that’s suddenly pressing against his thigh, stomach somersaulting just like before. It’s only a touch, of course, but Jonathan never wants Matt to stop touching him.} 

               ^{❝ I’m- I’m more than okay with both. I, uh, like spending time with you. ❞}

^{If someone were to tell him that he’d be saying such things to Matt, he would’ve called them crazy for sure. And if someone told him Matt was gong to kiss him, he would’ve literally died ( of course, that just means he would simply be very overwhelmed at the thought, but dramatics fit better. ).}

^{He’s becoming convinced that those gym doors are the on and off switch to Matt’s lips. He’s not complaining, the exact opposite actually, he’s eager to return each sweet, little peck that Matt presses to his lips, a nervous giggle leaving them in between kisses. But the kiss changes quickly after that, switches from innocent brushes of lips to tongues sliding together. It happens so quickly that Jonathan can’t even control the low noise that falls into the other’s mouth as he parts his lips a bit more, showing Matt that his mouth is as good as OWNED.}

^{Before Jonathan can get too into the kiss, Matt’s pulling back and reassuring Jonathan that he does, in fact, like him. And if that doesn’t make his heart soar. At this point, he’s not even afraid to admit he’s thought of wearing Matt’s jacket and holding his hand countless times. He wants all the boyfriend duties.} 

^{Matt’s kissing him again and Jonathan’s humming softly, fingers curled into the other’s knee as he does his best to keep up with Matt’s lips. The other boy’s taste is intoxicating and he can’t get enough, doesn’t think he ever could, but all PERFECT things must come to an end.} 

     ^{❝ Matt— Matt, we’re in the gym. I’m not used to having a boy’s tongue in my mouth in the gym. ❞}

^{The words are slightly muffled against Matt’s mouth, but he’d pulled back just enough to be understood. He’s pretty much just given an excuse for any… unwelcomed guests to their fun times.}