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Gordon Goose vs 7 Minutes In Heaven

character: Gideon Graves words: 1,6k reader: gender neutral warnings: making out, Goose being cringe

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

...Of course it had to be Gordon Goose.

Your history with Gordon wasn't extensive, you only briefly interacted with him during the break periods at school. He wasn't your classmate, Gordon was a year older than you. Everyone knew him by the nickname Fearless, you guessed it was due to his choice of clothing - wearing wifebeater with the text NO FEAR on it everyday. You thought it was a weird choice, but you couldn't deny he was certainly... popular because of it.

He appeared at your school in his dweeby nerd phase - not to say he wasn't still a nerd, but in the time you met him, he began to glow up. His hair almost fully covered one side of his face, he finally got a pair of glasses that fit the shape of his face, he started dressing better. He still wore his Fearless brand, though. He evolved from being a loser to an actually popular kid. Well, he was still kind of a loser, but his courage only grew with time, making him even cockier. His relationships with peers seemed shallow, but that didn't seem to bother him.

You and Gordon had a confusing, on and off... friendship, hostage situation? You didn't really know how to call it. One time he just decided to randomly approach you. He would introduce himself, "breaking the ice" with some ramblings about anime, just to then throw random flirt attempts at you at the worst time. At least you thought that's what they were. He mostly spoke about himself with thinly veiled arrogance.

First time it happened, it took you off guard. You were not about to be rude, but you didn't really... know this guy. You tried to gently push him into the right direction by not really being receptive to his remarks, but he persisted. Until one time when you were a bit more blunt, plainly pointing out how his fixation on you was getting a bit annoying.

"Don't you have other people to talk to?" Gordon only briefly scoffed, as if to dismiss your question.

"Why?" The confident smirk presented itself on his face. "Don't you enjoy being in my company?" Placing his hand on the wall next to you, he partially pinned you to the wall.

It would be more intimidating if anyone other than Gordon acted this way when you were clearly not interested, but his short stature combined with your bit of knowledge about him made the situation less threatening. If you had to describe him, you'd say he seemed kind of- pathetic. He tried way too hard. But his antics also mildly entertained you. He probably learned this move from an anime, you thought, judging by how dramatic his movements turned.

"Not really," you bluffed, partially. His smirk didn't falter, although it became a bit disappointed.

"Aw, why is that?" He tilted his head.

"...Because you keep... flirting?? with me?"

"And why would that be a bad thing?" He continued, not taking a break from his amazing getting-game abilities.

"Because- I don't," you tried to put your thoughts into words, "I don't reciprocate?"

"Well then, let's just call it a casual, friendly chat?" He flashed you his braces in a smug grin.

And similar situations happened time and time again.

You weren't fully off put by Gordon, somehow managing to find a bit of charm in him. He wasn't totally ugly, unlike other people at your school, he looked well groomed, and he gave you attention. You lacked any other suitors than him, so in the end, you briefly considered giving him a chance one day.

Gordon was thrilled realizing you're gonna be stuck with him for the next 7 minutes! His glasses reflected the light in the dimly lit room as he stood up to step into the cramped space. He got there first, sliding along the wall of the closet to lazily sit on the floor. He made little effort to move his legs as you tried to fit in. You decided it would be better to just ignore the lack of distance between him and you than to speak up. You halfly expected him to start complaining if you did. Thankfully, aside your legs touching, he made no other attempts at touching you any further.

The doors of the closet shut off the light, trapping you in the darkness. Even though you couldn't see anything, you could sense the giddiness radiating off of him.

After a moment of silence, he got straight to the point post clearing his throat. "...So?"

"...So, what?" You asked, covering up your halfly amused tone and preparing for his response.

"How do you wanna spend the next 7 minutes in my presence?" He hovered closer. You could only imagine the way his face looked, a big, stupid smirk was probably plastered on it. "Wanna... talk, maybe get to know each other better?"

You tried to judge if the undertone of his response had a double meaning. The faint sound of Gordon's back leaning on the wood calmed you down a little, you were not being pushed to the wall anymore. He eased his eagerness, deciding to patiently wait for your input. Before you could reply, he added,

"Of course, if you just wanna spend the seven minutes in silence, that's fine too." He spoke almost too considerate. "It might be a bit... boring, though." He added, nonchalant.

"That's very mindful of you," you said, not bothering to fully cover up your sarcasm.

"Oh, don't mention it." You took his cocky comment with a grain of salt. You thought- You hoped he was at least self aware of his behavior, that he used his arrogance in a joking way.

You briefly shifted your sitting position, feeling Gideon's stare on you. Taking a few seconds to evaluate your options, Gideon heard nothing but silence. He could probably take it as your answer, to just stay silent until the doors open again, but that would disappoint too much. So he waited, hopeful for your response.

You felt as if it was a decision that could end up in a big failure. What if you shouldn't actually give him a chance? What if your negative thoughts would get validated, and you'd get hurt, or worse, cringe to death?

In the end, you sighed. Okay. It's probably the only situation you'll ever find yourself in where it would be the perfect time to start granting Gideon some reciprocation. No way would you be kissing him for the first time in like, a school bathroom. Or in the corridor, with all of the students eyes on you. The closet seemed like the best place you could find yourself in given your circumstances.

"...Fine," you hesitantly gave in, "we can ...make out- or whatever..." Ironically, you didn't wanna sound like a stereotypical "tsundere", but it was hard for you to push this stupid sentence out. Not like you were accustomed to even being hit on.

You only briefly managed to process Gordon's hitched breath before he quickly covered it by clearing his throat. He pushed his body closer to you, to the point you could feel his warm breath against your skin. It smelled of mint. Even though it was kinda cheap, you were positively surprised. It all happened so quickly, you got kind of shy.

His fingers gently cradled your cheek, giving you the weirdest sensations. Prepared for his mouth landing on yours, you meekly leaned into his touch. He had no idea how much time left from the seven minutes the fate granted him, so he had to use it well. Soon enough, his lips (which, surprisingly, had chapstick on them?) pressed into you. The technique he used didn't convey lots of experience.

Coaxed into the kiss with the deceitfully slow pace, he soon took it a step further, snaking his tongue into your mouth. It was sloppy and a bit unexpected, but you didn't tell him to stop. You granted him the access when you felt the lick on your lower lip, so you partially shared the blame.

His hand crawled to your knee, travelling down onto your thigh. His touch seemed almost desperate. He respected your boundaries by not going any lower, thankfully. Instead, he moved it up your side. You weakly bent under his touch, not used to being treated this way. Even though it wasn't the best kissing of your life, the experience had you feeling pretty electric. You even found yourself missing the feeling after your makeout session was abruptly stopped.

Your tongue fell out of his mouth right after you heard the creak of the doors opening. You didn't want the attention of the whole room on you, doing your best at a nonchalant bee-line out of the closet. Gordon followed behind you, just waiting for a chance to exchange more words with you. You did not see his expression.

You ended up going into the kitchen of the house, with only a few people around, already occupied with conversation with one another. Leaning onto the counter with your back, you turned and raised your brow at Gordon, giving him a pass to speak up.

"Well?" He took the same stance near you. "Was it really as bad as you expected?" He almost beckoned you to say something negative. He was so convinced he did good.

Was it actually as bad? You took a moment to mull over your response, finally returning the stare with ambiguity.

"...Mm, dunno," you shrugged, gaining more of his attention. "...I need a bit more demonstration than that to judge."

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