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Antinous

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Written by @thestarkerisobvious and @starker-stories

This story was posted on @thestarkerisobvious‘s blog back in the beginning of April. But we’d had a little disagreement and I took my name off of the story. We’ve since discussed it and here it is with my name back on it. So if the story seems familiar, that’s why.

Tags: Shyness, Self Confidence Issues, College Student Peter Parker, Not Canon Compliant, Peter Parker Feels, Small Penis, Worried Peter Parker, Oral Sex

Summary: But kissing Tony meant being kissed by Tony, and being kissed by Tony meant Tony was undressing him, which is why he twisted away and found himself gasping “Tonycanwedothiswiththelightsout?” in a tiny, whimpering voice.

“Tony? Can we… umm, god…”

Valiantly Peter moved his mouth away from his mentor’s hungry mouth and tried again. But turning down Tony’s kisses was not easy under the best of circumstances. Peter would know — he was becoming an expert. This was the third time he had been melting into Tony’s kiss, melting into Tony’s arms.

The difference was they were now kissing in Tony’s bedroom, sitting on Tony’s bed in fact, which meant things were getting into ‘now or never’ territory.

“…Tony?” he tried again. But dammit now Tony was using his tongue to tease Peter’s bottom lip and making his head swim.

In the end it was only because he was significantly stronger than Tony (and also currently panicking!) that he pulled far enough away to talk at all.

“What’s the matter, baby? Too much? Do you want me to slow down?” Though he wondered how simply kissing the boy could overwhelm his senses enough to push him away. Perhaps he misread the entire situation. “What do you want me to do, Pete? Are you okay?”

Peter opened his mouth but found nothing coming out. But this was not good, now Tony was looking doubtful, and the last thing Peter wanted was the man he had been crushing on for so many years looking doubtful. He solved the problem quickly. Unfortunately his solution was kissing Tony again.

But kissing Tony meant being kissed by Tony, and being kissed by Tony meant Tony was undressing him, which is why he twisted away and found himself gasping “Tonycanwedothiswiththelightsout?” in a tiny, whimpering voice.

“If it’s what you want. I want you to be comfortable. But Pete, you’re beautiful. I would miss seeing those gorgeous eyes of yours. Watching the adorable way you blush and how I’ve wondered all this time, seeing it at your collar, how far down it goes.” Tony reached for the top buttons on Peter's shirt, the lights still on, hoping the kid would forget his request by being distracted with Tony’s fingers on his collarbone, his lips brushing the sharp angle of his jaw.

His fingers slid down the front of Peter’s shirt, slowly, feeling the buttons he was going to loosen. “I want to see you. Want to know what you’ve been hiding all this time. You’re stunning. I can’t help noticing. Noticed that all along. More now that you’ve grown into your body. Baby, I can’t keep my eyes off of you.” Buttons worked their way undone. One from the top, one from the bottom, back to the top, alternating until the boy’s chest was almost entirely revealed, hidden only by one last button, valiantly holding on.

Tony kissed the divot between Peter’s collarbone. Kissed up to his Adam’s apple, bobbing as Peter swallowed nervously. “You taste like a little slice of heaven,” Tony crooned, his lips moving over the boy’s vein, feeling his pulse against them. The last button surrendered and he pushed Peter’s shirt open, sliding it over his shoulders. Tony caressed the curve where shoulder met arm, ran down Peter’s firm strong bicep, covered with smooth, flawless skin.

“So perfect,” he whispered, nuzzling the spot right behind Peter’s ear. His tongue teased just behind Peter’s earlobe and the boy’s shirt wound up on the bed. “God, Peter. Stunning. I can’t think of another word. Flawless. Beautiful. Sweet. You taste sweet,” Tony said, capturing Peter’s lips with his.

Sliding down Peter’s back, circling around his waist to rest just below the boy’s navel, Tony’s rough hand caressed smooth skin.

“I’ve wanted to see you. Know every square inch of your body. Learn every curve and contour.” As Tony spoke, he kept his lips brushing across Peter’s face. Softly kissing his cheek, his jaw, his temple, to his lips again. “So soft,” he said, his breath warm and moist against Peter’s hairless face. “Baby, you are beautiful. I love that you are frozen in time like this. How you’ve been captured at the moment where you are the ideal of perfection.”

“Baby,” he whispered as his fingers found the button of Peter’s jeans. “I want to learn you. Everything about you, mind and body.” He closed his fingers on the tab of Peter’s zipper. “Want every part of you to be mine.” The zipper slid down and Peter’s jeans slid down after it, leaving the boy hidden by nothing but his boxers.

Tony worked his hand under the waistband of Peter’s jeans, loosening them from around his waist, pushing them down as far as he could. The way Peter was laying, he needed to raise his hips just slightly. With a bit of a tug, Tony tried to show what he needed Peter to do. The boy seemed reluctant, so Tony moved him just enough to slide his pants over the angle of his hip and move them down to his knees. He sat up just a little so he could work the tight jeans down over his calves, down to his ankles, and off of his feet.

He leaned back and looked at his beautiful boy. Pale skin stretched out before him. Those long, graceful legs that danced him in the air as he swung on a strand of web. Peter’s boxers had shifted as Tony took off his jeans. They were loose over the curve of his ass, pulled snug across the front of his body. Where the smallest of bulges showed within them.

Tony slid his hands up Peter’s legs. Strong, he could feel the muscles under the boy’s limbs, hairless, not shaved, simply perfectly smooth. He was a little taken aback by Peter’s apparent lack of response. But Tony passed that off to nerves. Until his hands pushed over his thighs, up over Peter’s boxers, and his thumbs hooked in the elastic, sliding the last bit of covering from Peter’s body.

Peter closed his eyes tight as the boxers began to come down… oh wait weren’t those lights supposed to be off by now? He took a deep breath and promised himself everything would be all right…

Then the elastic of his boxers slipped down past where his treasure line should have been and Peter jerked upright like a man who had been electrocuted, jerking his boxers back into place and started babbling helplessly.

“Okay I KNOW what you’re going to say, but you of all people cannot accuse me of lying about my age. You know how old I am. You’ve ALWAYS known how old I was and I’m told that my dad wasn’t very hairy either and… it’s just… okay I don’t have to explain the spiderbite to you but after the spiderbite it just… it’s like everything just stopped…”

“Shhh,” Tony said soothingly, stroking Peter’s hair. “I know how old you are Pete. And there is nothing wrong with the way you look. You certainly don’t look underage. Not with those abs. Not with the way your arms look so strong. Whoever thinks you’re not as old as you are, simply isn’t looking at all of you.” Tony paused. “I’d like to look at all of you. Baby, I want all of you to be mine.”

“It’s just… dammit Tony.” He lowered his boxers a little to show what little amount of hair he had. “It was like this when I was fifteen… and then the spiderbite happened and it all just stopped. “ His shoulders sagged, but the truth is he was relieved. There was no one, no one on the planet, that he could talk to about this. And now there was Tony.

Of course Tony would make it all right.

“Is it really okay?” he asked in a whisper. He tried not to smile. But inside he was smiling. He didn’t have to pretend that it was about shaving, he didn’t have to pretend at all.

Tony leaned closer to Peter. His hand ran slowly down the boy’s chest and he leaned his head against the side of Peter’s, feeling the boy’s soft curls brush against his forehead. His arm circled comfortingly around Peter’s back. “You are perfect as you are. I love you as you are. You’re not fifteen, baby, and you don’t look like a fifteen year old boy. You look like a very handsome young man.”

Peter leaned into Tony’s embrace and took in his scent, letting it comfort him, calm him. He took a deep breath before speaking again.

“Okay. But then there’s this.”

He lay his head on Tony’s shoulder and thumbed the boxers down all the way. He kept his eyes closed, trusting his mentor to, at the very least, say something gentle.

Tony’s hand continued its downward caress, following Peter’s lowering of his boxers, feeling the perfectly smooth skin of his lower belly, where most young men of his age would have a defined treasure line. All Peter had was smooth skin over taut, firm muscle. His hand slid lower. And Tony realized what problem the ‘this’ was. Peter was smaller than averagely endowed. Tony’s gaze followed his hand.

“Peter, you’re… beautiful,” he said, slightly awestruck. The boy was like a perfectly sculpted classical statue. Only warm and alive, not cold marble. He ran his hand over the slight swell of Peter’s cock. “Proportioned to your body. I might be larger, but not proportioned to my height. I will never have the amazingly classic beauty that you carry.” Tony lifted Peter’s cock in his hand, caressed it, encircled it with his fingers. “My hand is too rough, too coarse, to touch your perfection.” He looked down at Peter’s cock. “But perhaps to kiss…” he said, looking back up into Peter’s face. “You are the ideal size for a kiss. A long, slow, deep kiss.”

Peter tried not to grin like an idiot. Tried and failed. It wasn’t just the flood of relief it was something else, something like… amazement. He trusted Tony to be gentle, but he wasn’t expecting poetic.

Still, the amount of nerves that had plagued him up until this moment forced him to argue. A little.

“Okay, but you have to say something nice because you’re my… wait… wait…“

Suddenly Peter pulled away to look Tony full in the face.

“Did you say… you loved me?”

“I’d hoped I was your lover. That you were mine. And a lover, loves.”

“Oh… Tony…” He couldn’t speak much more because he was kissing Tony’s mouth. And he couldn’t kiss very well because he was grinning from ear to ear. Finally he gave up and wrapped his arms around the man he had been in love with for what seemed like his whole life and held on, probably a little too tight, and spoke. Or tried. In the end all he could say was, “I’m so glad you said that.

“I’m so in love with you Tony Stark,” he said breathlessly when he finally let the man go. He pulled away enough to yank off his boxers and send them to the floor as he confessed. “I’ve been in love with you for so fucking long.”

“And if this is… if this is really okay… I mean you’re not just being nice…”

“Baby, you are so beautiful. All of you. Next to me? You are my Antinous and I am simply the much coarser, more earthly, Hadrian. And that love is forever.”

Peter stopped for a minute, his brain turning. Quickly he placed the story that Tony had told him of Antinous and Hadrian (one of many stories Tony had told him of late of famous men who had loved each other.) Suddenly he was grinning and blushing and covering his face. Oh god. Tony was comparing him to a white marble Greek statue, the kind with the tiny dick.

Oh well. If that’s what Tony liked… who was he to complain?

He reached for his Hadrian’s hand and brought it to the subject in question, the thing he had been so ashamed of, the thing that had kept him shying away from Tony’s obvious amorous advances for months now. Why had he wasted so much time? He should have known…

Tony made him feel strong and brave and powerful. Was it any surprise that, now, Tony would make him feel beautiful?

“Well,” he whispered. “If you want to kiss it…”

“Come lie back down with me and I will kiss you everywhere.” Tony gently lowered Peter back to the bed. He kissed the boy’s lips, his chin, his throat, his chest, his firmly muscled belly, down to the rise of his cock. Fully hard now, Peter was the ideal size, a perfect complement to him. He wrapped his lips around the boy’s cock, bringing him all the way to the root inside the warm caress of his mouth. Drawing his lips back up along his shaft, Tony placed a kiss on the tip.

Peter’s hands flew to Tony’s back, then to his head, then to the headboard of the bed, finally landing on Tony’s shoulders where he held on desperately as Tony’s skillful mouth brought him over the edge, and he came moaning his lover’s name.

Tony let Peter’s cock gently slip from his mouth. He put a kiss on the softening swell of his shaft. “Beauty,” he said, resting his head on Peter’s hip. He looked down at the way Peter’s cock went from hard to soft, lying against his thigh as if formed by a renaissance artist sculpting an angel.

Peter blinked up at his lover’s ceiling. Then he looked down at his lover’s face. But when he saw what Tony was doing he moaned and hid behind his hands.

He had to hide his face behind his hands, because he didn’t want Tony to see that he was grinning.

He couldn’t help it. His lungs were filling up with beautiful oxygen and it was making him giddy. He felt like he had been holding his breath for weeks. Weeks? Maybe for years. And why? Because it was very difficult to get a man into bed and while also desperately trying to hide his body. A body that Tony had just described as ‘classic’ and ‘perfection’. A body Tony thought was beautiful.

He had been so worried about this moment. Worried that Tony didn’t really want him. Worried that Tony would want to keep the lights on. And worried, more than anything else, that once he was in bed with Tony he would embarrass himself, might accidentally say ‘I love you’.

Now, as Tony moved to lie next to him, Peter was overwhelmed with relief, knowing he had nothing to hide at all. He let his arms fall around Tony’s waist. Relaxing in his lover’s bed. In his lover’s arms.

Feeling like a work of art.

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misssophiachase · 6 years

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The Kissing Booth

So, this is a continuation of a Kissing Booth movie/Klaroline fusion sneak peek I posted for a nonnie that requested it. I think Erika @eriberry89 has an awesome KC edit of the movie poster which you should all check out : ) Hope you like my take. Words in italics (only in the first part) are lines from the move, the rest is mine.

I’m Kissing You

Wednesday:

“Want a ride?’

“Sure, if it’s not as dirty as it sounds.” The impatient growl he emitted told her she was playing with his last nerve. Exactly how she’d intended it to be interpreted. “So, where’s your car then?”

Caroline managed to look past his chiseled jaw and blonde curls only to see him gesturing towards a motorcycle in the parking lot.

“What?” She growled, realising just what a cliché her best friend’s brother really was and how she wasn’t going to have any part in it, even if he was built like an Adonis with dimples. “I’m not going to get on that thing like one of your make-out girls.”

“They don’t all make out with me,” he promised. Caroline was unimpressed, arms crossed over her chest by way of reply. “Okay, maybe 95 percent.”

No matter how many times Caroline had drooled over Klaus Mikaelson and his flawless abs and sexy stubble, she still couldn’t believe just how predictable he was. Soccer captain, Student Body President and, according to reliable sources, he’d slept with most of the girls in school.

“I’m going to run instead,” she shot back, placing the earphone buds in place.

“That’s over five miles, Forbes.”

“Well, maybe you earn your calories with the latest flavour of the month but I’ll do mine purely.”

“Jealous?” He teased.

“Of catching every STD known to man? Not really,” she ran away before he could argue. The last thing she needed was this idiot flashing his baby blues in her direction and convincing her he wasn’t a man whore given the overwhelming evidence that he, in fact, was.

As she made her way out of the car park, Caroline knew rule 9, amongst others, between her and best friend Kol was still completely valid. It was one of many but for some reason it was the most important especially given recent events. His older brother Klaus was totally off limits.

“Don’t wind up grinding coochies with my brother or I’ll literally never talk to you again.”

His words were equal parts weird, cringe worthy (given he was English she wasn’t comfortable with him uttering the word coochies in the first place but with that accent it was unforgivable) and also telling given their precarious sibling relationship. It was no secret Kol had grown up in the shadow of his brother and Caroline wanted nothing more than to protect him.

She repeatedly told herself it would be easy enough to ignore him for one more year before he left for college, she hoped so anyway.

“Caroline?” She was broken out of her trance by her math teacher, Mr James. attempting to flag her down. He was hard to miss what with those high-waisted brown pants and suspenders. She hated to stereotype but he was the epitome of a nerdy, math teacher.

“Mr James,” she greeted, him coming to a complete stop and removing her earbuds. “What can I do for you?”

“I need you to tutor somebody, it’s their senior year and important we bring up his grades before graduation. I figured you’d be the best person for the job, Caroline.”

While only a Junior, Caroline was in his advance math class and one of his best students. To say she was an over-achiever in every way was an understatement. She mentally ran through her myriad of commitments; debate captain, tennis captain, drama club, mathlete. There was no way she’d have time but she also didn’t want to let her teacher down.

“I’m kind of busy Mr James….”

“Glad you agreed because I’ve already set it up,” he interrupted, she fought the urge to roll her eyes. Of course he had. It wasn’t like she had anything better to do with her time than tutor some undeserving jock who needed to lift his marks in order to nab a last minute, athletic scholarship. “He’ll meet you in the library tomorrow after school.”

He was gone before Caroline could mention she already had plans. She’d promised to meet Kol at the mall. He was trying to impress Bonnie Bennett and as far as Caroline was concerned he needed all the help he could get. The last time they met things hadn’t exactly gone to plan. As she set off home, her mind re-winded three months.

The Kissing Booth was to blame.

For everything.

3 months earlier….

“This idea is genius!” Kol exclaimed, admiring the booth they’d erected for the charity fundraiser. School was almost over for the year and Caroline was chair of the committee and had roped Kol into helping. What she wasn’t expecting was him to be so enthusiastic, and then she heard his idea.

“Of course you’d say that,” she grumbled, wrestling with a stool. “You get to make-out with half the school under the guise of raising money for charity. And you know a little help wouldn’t go astray,” she huffed, dropping the stool and watching it skid across the floor.

“I thought you moved past these tantrums after fifth grade, darling?”

“And I thought you grew a brain but obviously not,” she growled, lifting up the stool and placing it in position. “How is it that I get stuck with all the work meanwhile you swan around the school doing ‘publicity’,” she used air quotes for extra effect.

“Because it’s what we do bestie,” he smiled cheekily. “I do all the public relations and you work behind the scenes...”

“Don’t you mean do all the heavy lifting?”

“You know I can’t do that, what if I were to break a nail?”

“Or get punched in the face,” she threatened, raising her eyebrows.

“I know you have your reservations but this kissing booth is going to raise more money than the committee has ever made. You really should be thanking me for this idea, Forbes.”

“Says the guy who insisted I provide my services for his ill thought out plan?” She scoffed. “Unlike others, I don’t go around kissing randoms.”

“I told you, I asked Klaus but he turned me down,” Kol shot back. “And we need all the help we can get.”

“Wow, the only time he hasn’t been a complete whore, who would have thought?” She muttered sarcastically.

They’d practically grown up together and as annoying as Klaus was, Caroline was beginning to realise the most frustrating part was just how gorgeous he’d turned out to be. Like nobody should look that good in a henley. She sometimes let her mind wander as to what he’d look like naked and in her imagination it was just as good, if not better.

She felt her cheeks flush, hoping Kol hadn’t noticed, but given his lack of attention span Caroline was sure she was safe. What she wasn’t safe from was the events that played out three hours later.

The kiss.

The mind blowing kiss that almost knocked her off her feet.

It was just that good.

She was blindfolded of course, madly trying to pretend the last fifteen minutes of sloppy excuses for kissing hadn’t happened and then he swooped in and suddenly her overactive brain was completely still. Rather than the usual unnecessary thoughts that infiltrated her mind, there was absolutely nothing except the tingling sensation taking over her skin that his lips were causing.

She could hear loud, wolf whistles around her causing her to break out of her kiss induced haze whoever this person was had caused. She pushed on his chest, noticing just how toned it felt beneath her palms. Pulling off the blindfolded hastily, Caroline was met with a mixture of disbelief and lust.

“You!”

“Well, good evening to you too,” he smirked, tracing his finger along his crimson, lower lip teasingly. “Is this why guys don’t want to kiss you?”

“Excuse me?” Caroline bristled.

“Well, everyone likes a little hard to get sometimes but being outright rude after a kiss usually ruins the mood, if you know what I mean?”

“When can I kiss him?” She’d know that whiny voice anywhere, it was no secret that Hayley Marshall was trying to get her hooks into Klaus.

“Get in line, sweetheart,” Caroline shot back, her mouth moving much faster than her brain. His smirk only grew wider and one of those ridiculous dimples decided to make an impromptu appearance.

She took the opportunity to pull him behind the curtain and away from the prying eyes of half the school. She was at least relieved that Kol had taken a break after kissing his crush Bonnie Bennett. She’d been surprised but happy they’d finally connected, or so she thought.

“If you wanted me alone all you needed to do was ask, love,” he grinned.

“You ass.”

“Stop with all the compliments, you know how they make me blush.”

“Urgh,” she growled, madly trying to maintain her anger and composure after that kiss.

Bastard.

“Why do you have to be such a…”

“An ass?” She glowered in his direction. “You know, just a guess. Anyway, I don’t understand why you’re so upset. Kol practically begged me to be on this stupid kissing booth. Do it for charity, I seem to recall him saying. If I’d known how precious you were going to get I wouldn’t have bothered.”

“And you said no and then turn up anyway, what’s that about, Mikaelson?”

“I was doing it for charity,” he mused.

“Suddenly the man whore decides to get a conscience.”

“What can I say, your arguments were very convincing,” he murmured, moving closer and cupping her left cheek unexpectedly. She jumped back, determined not to fall into a Klaus Mikaelson rabbit hole. He was her best friend’s brother and totally off limits and, as she liked to reiterate, a complete man whore.

“Hands off, buddy,” she muttered.

“I’ll pay for another kiss, I promise.” She knew Klaus Mikaelson; after all they’d practically grown up together, but this look was something she’d never seen before. Those dark, blue eyes were filled with something else. Was Klaus Mikaelson showing some vulnerability amongst all his usual arrogance?

“You realise the line is huge and no one’s out there to collect any money…” Kol accused, coming to a halt at the sight of his brother and best friend staring each other down. “What’s going on here?”

“Uh, nothing,” Caroline lied, tearing her eyes from his and plastering on a fake smile. “Klaus was just leaving.”

“I didn’t realise he was even coming in the first place,” Kol offered. “But if you’d like to stay I know Hayley Marshall would pay double for a kiss, big brother.”

“Contrary to popular belief,” Klaus murmured, “I don’t kiss just anyone.”

Caroline felt her breath hitch in her throat, surely it was just another line? It had to be, he was Klaus Mikaelson after all. It was at that moment she decided to put it behind her and pretend it never happened.

Thursday:

The last thing Caroline felt like doing was tutoring some jock who had no interest in learning and only wanted to get to college to attend frat parties and have jello shots off the stomach of some cheerleader. Okay, maybe she’d had a little too much time to think about it.

She made her way to the library from the parking lot remembering Klaus and his mid-life crisis motorcycle on full display. Okay, he was only eighteen but it was never too early.

She hadn’t even seen him today but he had this annoying habit of getting under her skin. She rationalised it by blaming it on his surprise attack by kiss in June.

It had been a tightly kept secret, Caroline glad it hadn’t made it around the gossip circles and to her unsuspecting best friend. She put it down to the fact people thought it was some kind of staged stunt for publicity and that Kol had been too busy licking his wounds after Bonnie had rejected him. Apparently what she’d considered charity he didn’t.

“Afternoon,” he smiled upon her arrival. She stopped dead in her tracks, unsure of what to do.

“I didn’t think you knew where the library was, Mikaelson, don’t want to ruin your reputation or anything.”

“You’re hilarious,” he drawled, gesturing to the math book on the table. “Ready to study?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Mr James said you were going to be tutoring me.” She sat down with a thud across from him, too surprised to make a lady like landing. What the hell was going on? From what Caroline knew, Klaus Mikaelson, despite his womanising ways, had a 4.0 GPA. He was the last person who needed tutoring.

“Is this some kind of joke, is there a hidden camera?” She asked, looking around the room ominously.

“I need help with math,” he implored. His usual cocky expression replaced by something decidedly more desperate.

“You’re tenth in the class, I’d hardly call that a problem.”

“And you’re first,” he reiterated. “It wouldn’t hurt to get some pointers to improve my marks this year.”

“Oh I know what this is,” she sighed, finally realising his game. “You’re doing this to mess with Kol and before I know it you’ll produce a cracker jack bracelet and say ‘don’t say i never gave you anything’ I know your game, Mikaelson.”

“Why do i feel like you went to another planet just then?”

“It’s classic One Tree Hill, you know Nathan and Hayley? She's tutor girl and he’s the star basketball player.”

“Basketball, really? You and I both know football is the only sport that matters, Forbes.”

“Oh god, are we back here again?” She groaned, hitting her head on the wooden table. “It’s called soccer.”

“Says the American,” he shot back. “Now, are we here for tutoring or not?”

Caroline was torn, he looked so cute pleading with her but every fibre of her being was screaming that he had ulterior motives. “One session, that’s all.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He grinned, flashing another dimple. She shook her head not sure what she’d gotten herself into.

Saturday:

“I’m pretty sure we’ve bought more than enough polo shirts, Kol,” Caroline groaned, desperate for a seat after all the shopping he’d put her through. “Bonnie will like you no matter what.”

“She kissed me at the fundraiser then pretended it never happened.”

“She thought it was for charity, not your chance to get in her pants.” She growled, finally finding a bench and making it her own.

“Nice to see my best friend is on my side,” he murmured, taking a seat beside her. “I swear ever since the fundraiser you’ve been walking around like a zombie.”

“Did you ever think that this incessant, stalkerish behaviour towards Bonnie is maybe killing my resolve?”

“I thought we already had the discussion about you not being able to fall in love with me, darling?” She didn’t hesitate, just hit him in the stomach for extra measure. “Ouch, Forbes.”

“You wish.”

“Maybe I do given you have a ridiculously unhealthy crush on my brother.” She couldn’t speak mainly because he was correct but given rule 9 it was totally out of the question. “And don’t get me started on this whole bogus tutoring arrangement.”

“How do you know about that?”

“I know about everything, including your kissing booth indiscretion,” he chirped. “I just wish you’d told me about it yourself.”

“Rule 9...”

“Oh please, we were like seven,” he reassured her. “If you like my unsavoury brother, although I’ll never understand why, then who am I to get in the way?”

“Am I interrupting something?” They both looked up into the brown eyes of Bonnie Bennett.

“Nothing at all,” Caroline bluffed, “In fact, I was actually about to leave, you know there’s only so many polo shirts I can be around at once.” She made her retreat mouthing ‘you owe me’ in his direction. What she couldn’t resolve was just how she felt about Klaus Mikaelson.

Monday:

“Looks like I was right,” she drawled, throwing the graded paper at his feet.

Kol had used the term bogus and it wasn’t until she’d read the evidence that Caroline was so angry she’d infiltrated soccer practice to throw his test on the pitch.

“Don’t ever bother me again.”

She stomped off, ignoring the curious glances and comments levelled in her direction from his teammates. She was almost to the parking lot when he caught up, his hand grazing hers in a desperate attempt to slow her fast pace.

“Woah, woah, woah,” he said, placing himself in front of her path. “Care to explain, love?”

“You scored a 65 on the practice test and I have better things to do with my time than tutor people that don’t need it,” she growled.

“Last time I checked 65 isn’t that great,” Klaus offered.

“All of the work was right but funnily enough the answers didn’t reflect it. You know I take tutoring seriously and there are people that genuinely need my help. This is just another example of Klaus Mikaelson trying to throw his weight around because he’s the king of the school.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“So, what was it like then?” She asked, hands on hips, not realising just how close he was.

“I love you, I think I always have.” His gaze was now downcast. “And I just wanted to be near you again even if it was the wrong thing to do. After the charity fundraiser you wouldn’t even look in my direction.”

“Says the guy who swooped in out of nowhere and kissed me in front of the whole school.”

“I was impulsive, yes, but I couldn’t help myself. I’ve been wanting to kiss you since I was sixteen. You’d basically grown up in our house and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Me and every other girl,” Caroline murmured.

“You’re still going to believe the rumours?” He asked pointedly. “As much as you want to believe I’m some man whore, I’m not, Caroline.”

“But...”

“But nothing,” he murmured, moving closer and lacing his arms around her neck. “It’s only ever been you, Forbes.”

“Is this the part where we kiss?” She whispered, her nose grazing his.

“I wouldn’t want it to be a movie cliche or anything,” he grinned, pulling her closer into his embrace.

“I would,” she insisted, placing her lips on his and relishing in the moment. It was like all the stress from the last few months was melting away and Caroline could finally be happy and not care who was watching.

And to think it all happened because of a kissing booth.

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