"I beg your pardon?" James asked looking widely at Aaron and Alexander.

"You heard him, he dares you to go to Thomas, grab him by the collar of the shirt and kiss him on the lips," Aaron said smirking at James. 

"No way! I can't do that! He's like a 10, and I'm a 3" James mumbled trying to hide under his hoodie.

"He's a 2 if you ask me... but it's not my crush," Alex said smiling at him. "Just do it, James. If he tries to do something, we can make Hercules or John kick his ass" 

James looked at Thomas talking to the group that surrounded him before laughing. He smiled as his cheeks felt hot. 

After a long week of working in the office, he accepted Alex and Aaron's invitation to the club, share some drinks and, in his colleagues' case, watch out for some hot guys. He dressed up in some button up, black jeans and a gray hoodie with some details on yellow. He dressed up as he would do on a weekend. 

He didn't expect that Thomas would be in the same club they were going that night. After a round of shots (Alex's courtesy), they started playing "Truth or Dare" by Aaron's suggestion. Seven truths and four dares later, it was James turn and Alex, who just noticed that Thomas was there, dared James to walk to him and kiss him. 

"C' mon. If he asks on Monday you can blame it on alcohol or something. If he's drunk, he won't remember. What do you have to lose?" Alex asked him.

James chugs a few shots of tequila before starting up and walked to Thomas. The anxiety was beating him but he didn't stop. He mumbled a "fuck it" before making Thomas turning around, pulled him from the neck of his shirt and smashed his lips with Thomas'

Thomas was static. He never expected that James, one of his coworkers who he had a big crush since a while, was kissing him. He also found himself kissing back and wrapped his arms around James' waist.

James didn't anticipate Thomas' arms around him, either that he was kissing him back. For James, everything looked and felt like a dream. He slowly let himself go and the last thing he could recall until the morning was Thomas' taste: chocolate and mint.

James woke the next morning in a stranger's bed. The blanket he had smelled like cologne and vanilla. He shivered when he felt a soft breeze hit his back. At that moment he realized he wasn't wearing anything. 

He slowly sat down feeling a headache incredible painful. "I'm not drinking again with those idiots again..." he mumbled as he rubbed his temples. 

"You should thank them first tho... If it wasn't because of them, I wouldn't have one of the best nights of my life." Thomas said walking in with a tray of food, along a few Advils and some water. 

James stared at him and blushed. He was going to speak up, feeling so many emotions at that moment. He felt a knot in his throat and knew if he didn't do anything, at all, he was going to cry.

Thomas, noticing James' expression, set the tray down in the table and smiled at him. "Don't worry. I'll explain it as you eat. I gotta be honest, and I'm not sure about you, but for me, it was the best way I could celebrate my birthday" 

//Yeah, I know I'm late, for like for 3 hours, but my graduation is on Monday and I needed new shoes. I got ones that are really cute and a new pair of tennis shoes. 

It was a busy day. Anyways, here it is.