It's Just One Kiss [Standalone]

Title: It’s Just One Kiss
Rating: PG-13
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: Pierre/David
Summary: Two girls say they’ll kiss each other if Pierre and David do. Pierre wants to see them kiss so he tries to convince David… but David’s in love with Pierre… so really, he’s just plain fucked.
Chapter: Standalone
Beta: The lovely imconfusedotcom
Disclaimer: I own the two OFC’s… that’s pretty much it… sucks, don’t it?
A/N: I have a fic in the works one of many that has a similar scene in it… but since that one’s not being posted for a long while, I’m thinking I’m all good ^^ And yeah, I just randomly thought after re-reading it that, hey, yeah, I can make this my entry for the AU challenge ^^



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“David? David! Hey, David!”

Turning away from my conversation with Sebastien, I watched Pierre push his way through the crowd towards us.

“Hey, Pie. What’s u-”

Not getting a chance to finish, Pierre grabbed my wrist and started pulling me towards a door that led away from the party.

What the hell?

“Um, Pierre?”

He didn’t answer me until we were alone in the room – that happened to be the kitchen - and he had shut the door.

Letting go of my wrist, he said, while training puppy dog eyes on me, “I need you to do me a huge favour.”

“And that is…?” I asked, both curious and suspicious.

“Okay so, basically, therearethesetwogirlswhosaidthey’dkisseachotherifwedidsowillyoupleasepleasekissmeinfrontofthem?”

I blinked.

“Pierre, can you repeat that a fuck load slower so I can understand you?”

Taking a deep breath, he did as I asked, “There are these two girls who said they’d kiss each other if we did. So will you please, please, kiss me in front of them?”

I felt my blood run cold.

Fuck.

“You, you are kidding…” I finally managed to say after a few moments of silence.

“Please,” Pierre begged, his hands clasped in front of him in a prayer like gesture, “It’s just one kiss, one small kiss and we get lesbian action!”

One small kiss to you, I thought, but a fuck load of pain for me.

“Pierre,” I said determinedly, “I’m not kissing you.”

And wow, never thought I’d say that.

Mentally shaking my head, I turned to walk away but he grabbed my arm again and turned me to face him, his face now in full puppy dog mode – and my god he looked so adorable right there… but no David, be strong.

“Please, David. I’m begging you here. Just one kiss.”

If only that was another circumstance… but okay, not going there.

I shook my head. “Everyone already thinks I’m gay as it is,” and ha-ha, they’re right, but whatever, I’m not admitting that, “so just think how well that’s going to help my reputation.”

“David,” Pierre murmured, his face more serious than I’d ever seen it, “If you do this for me, I will owe you so fucking much; the biggest favour ever. And you can call it up anytime, anywhere, and for any reason.”

I went to protest but he quickly added, "Even if it means I have to baby sit your cousins for you or take the blame for the next thing you manage to break."

Oh god, stop fucking tempting me with the chance to live out my dreams by kissing you as well as receiving a mother fucking 'Get Out Of Jail Free' card on top of it.

“Please,” he said quietly.

And fuck, he was my best friend…

Squeezing my eyes shut tightly, I found myself muttering, “Fine, I’ll do it.”

“Yes!” he cheered, making me open my eyes and see his wide smile, “Thank you so much, David.”

I forced a smile on my face. “You’re awfully happy about getting a kiss from me. Is there something you’re not telling me?”

He rolled his eyes. “Ha-fucking-ha,” pulling me out of the kitchen he continued, “Now, come on, let’s do this.”

As he pulled me back into the party and – I assume – towards the two girls, I came to the conclusion that yeah, I really shouldn’t have agreed to this.

But then Pierre turned and shot me another grin, and mother fucker, I was in so much trouble.

Because what the fuck was I going to do? I’d had a crush on him for years and now I was going to kiss him?

This was just going to turn to shit, I knew it.

“David,” Pierre said, snapping me from my – rather depressing - thoughts, “Meet Hannah and Annette.”

Looking in the direction he gestured at, I saw two girls sitting next to each other on a couch. Both of them had blonde shoulder length hair but the one on the right had a few purple streaks through it.

“Call me Ann,” the girl with purple streaks – Ann – said.

“Hi,” I mumbled, wishing I could just turn and walk away… far away.

Hannah smiled mischievously. “So, did you get your friend to agree to it?”

“Grudgingly,” I muttered under my breath but judging by the small twinkling smile Ann sent me, I just knew she’d heard me.

“Yeah, he did,” Pierre said and I felt him squeeze my wrist before letting it go.

Hannah and Ann exchanged grins before turning back to us.

“So how about we go out on the balcony,” Hannah suggested, “That way it’s a little bit more private.”

I felt my stomach start to squirm as Pierre agreed, helping Hannah up and leading her to the balcony.

She was obviously the one that had caught his eye.

Sighing to myself, I held out my hand for Ann to take.

She laughed slightly but accepted, pulling herself up - but not dropping my hand.

"You know," she commented while manoeuvring us through the party, "Your friend's not going to get far with Hannah."

“Why’s that?” I asked for lack of anything else to say while I tried not to pull away from her as she curled around my arm, pressing herself against my side.

She giggled. “Because she’s my girlfriend.”

Freezing, I turned and looked at her with wide eyes. “Wh-What?”

Giggling again, she answered, “Yep, but don’t tell anyone. It’s more fun to be ‘straight’ and willing to kiss if cute guys do it too.”

“Why the fuck are you telling me?!”

“Because you’re gay,” she answered simply, “And you like, Pierre.”

Spluttering, I tried to find a response, but she spoke again before I could, “And don’t deny it. You’re gay, I’m gay. It’s too much effort to lie to someone who lives in the same closet as you.”

Pulling me closer to the balconies doors as I kept staring at her in disbelief, she continued, "So enjoy the chance to kiss your crush, because missing opportunities like this just isn't worth it, David."

With a wink, she pulled me through the door and onto the balcony where Pierre and Hannah were waiting, leaning with their backs to the balcony’s edge.

Smiling, Ann dropped my arm before closing the door and bouncing over to Hannah.

“Well, whatcha waiting for?” She questioned, grinning widely.

Darting my eyes to Pierre, I saw him hesitate for a second before moving to take a step forward.

“Oh and hey,” Hannah cut in making him freeze, “However you kiss, we’ll match it.”

"Yeah," Ann agreed, "You just peck each other's lips and we'll do the same… but if you French-kiss for instance," she smirked, flicking her eyes over to me before back to Pierre, "So will we."

When Pierre just slowly nodded, I gulped, watching with increasingly wide-eyes as he walked over to me.

“Pierre,” I whispered when he was right in front of me, “C-Can I change my mind?”

He hesitated, and for a second, I thought he was going to pull away, but before I knew it, his lips were pressed to mine and my eyes were widening even further then I thought possible.

I started to close my eyes before, reality slapped me in the face and I opened them. I moved to pull back but Pierre - seeming to interpret the move – placed his hand at the back of my neck, holding me in place.

“David,” he muttered against my lips, “It’s just a god damn kiss. So fucking kiss back already.”

Enjoy the chance to kiss your crush, because missing opportunities like that just isn’t worth it.

Hearing Ann’s voice ring through my head, I decided… I was fucked anyway, so I had might as well just enjoy it.

Making myself relax, I did as he requested and hesitantly kissed him back.

The response was instant as he pulled me closer, angling my head slightly to deepen the kiss, our eyes falling closed as we both simultaneously opened our mouths.

Our tongues tenderly moved together as my hands slowly moved up to encircle his neck, when his free hand just responded by moving to wrap around my waist, I sighed contently into the kiss.

We stayed like that for a few moments longer until we ran out of air. Pulling back, we opened our eyes, staring at each other for a few seconds before we slowly moved away.

When our hands were dropped back to our sides and our breathing was relatively even, Ann said, snapping us from the moment and making us break eye-contact to look at her, “That was so fucking beautiful.”

“And hot,” Hannah added.

“Yeah,” Ann agreed, “Very much so on the hotness scale.”

Pierre gave a small, almost embarrassed smile before he quickly asked, “Your turn?”

They shrugged before turning to each other.

With a small smile, Hannah moved forward and kissed Ann, her arms wrapping around Ann’s neck and pulling her closer.

Letting out a small sigh, I averted my eyes, not particularly interested in seeing them kiss.

I really just wanted them to finish so than Pierre would follow them back into the party and I could stay here and go over the kiss in my head and decide if it really was worth it.

“Wow,” I heard Pierre murmur aster a few moments, making me look up at the two girls as they pulled back and giggled.

“Well, that was fun,” Ann declared, “Wanna go back to the party now?”

Hooking her arm with Ann’s, Hannah nodded before starting to lead her to the balcony door.

Pausing when they reached it, Hannah held the door open while Ann asked curiously, “Coming boys?”

Pierre quickly nodded before moving to follow them, but once they had walked through the door, he paused before looking back at me.

“David?” he asked.

I smiled slightly while wrapping my arms around myself. “I think I’ll stay and just… look at the stars or something.”

Frowning slightly, Pierre closed the door before asking, “David… are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

He looked unconvinced. “This didn’t fuck up our friendship… did it?”

“Pierre…” sighing, I just shook my head slightly, “It’s nothing like that. I just need a few minutes alone to process the fact I just made out with my very male best friend.”

"Yeah," he replied, running a hand through his hair, "Yeah, I can understand that. So, I guess I'll see you later?"

“As long as it doesn’t involve me doing you anymore favours, I think so.”

He laughed. “No problem there.”

“Good,” I replied, smiling slightly.

Shooting me a smile back, Pierre turned and walked back into the party, shutting the door behind him.

I stood watching after him for a few moments before moving over to the balcony and leaning against it, looking up at the sky.

You know, even if all I want now is to kiss him again… it really was worth it.

Smiling softly at that knowledge, I turned and headed back to the party.

Shoving my hands in my pockets once the door was shut, I made my way towards Sebastien and the group of people he was talking to.

Scanning the crowd as I moved through them, I couldn’t help wondering if any of the other girls here would kiss each other if Pierre and I would?

My lips curved into a smirk; after all, it was just one kiss.