november 27, hold, 197 words
unofficial jegulus microfics with @onehundredflamingos
He’s at the university library, trying not to stare shamelessly at the man behind the front desk who’s looking up his psychology textbook for him.
“Someone has it checked out at the moment, but we can put a hold on it for you for when it comes back in?”
“That’d be great, thanks,” James says with a smile.
As the man types away at the computer, James finds his eyes raking over his face, the slope of his neck, the necklace sitting against his chest where his shirt isn’t fully done up.
“Can I have your number?” the man says and James’ heart skips a beat, eyes widening. After a moment he adds, “So we can call you when the book comes in.”
“Oh yeah. Yes, of course,” James laughs nervously, rattling off his number and leaving before he can do or say something embarrassing.
As he’s walking out the door, he chances a quick glance back at the desk to find the man looking down at his phone with a smile. He almost drops his own phone when it vibrates a few minutes later, with a message from an unknown number: You’re cute when you’re flustered.
wine drunk with mammon where you just can't stop being handsy with each other, your body feels all hot but you're not drunk enough to have the spins so it's just pleasant while he bites your bottom lip and drags your shirt up.
He'd whine against your lips about how you're teasing him, being mean, but you really aren't doing anything on purpose you just wanna hold his face in your hands and admire how really truly gorgeous he is.
It makes his alcohol flush worse, cheeks painfully pink, while he doesn't meet your eyes and tries shutting you up with a kiss because you didn't realize you were talking out loud about him.
Giggling as he accidentally tickles your sides when you fall against the bed, a tangle of arms and legs while your giggles dissolve into moans because he just can't help himself, to him you're the unearthly beautiful one and it's nothing short of incredible that you're laying beneath him.