Peppermints

He pressed his forehead against Dave's, a smile the cool kid would probably consider derpy on his face, blue eyes shining happily. His black hair was a bit of a mess. "Egderp, what are you doing?"

"Oh… Just this," was all John said before leaning forward and pressing his lips against Dave's sweetly, eyes slipping closed as he wrapped his arms around Dave's shoulders.

Dave put his hands on John's waist, pressing him closer as they deepened the kiss a little, mouths moving over the other slowly before air suddenly became more needed than usual.

When they parted, John's face was flushed red and he smirked. "You tasted like apple juice and cup ramen," he giggled, covering his laughter with his hand.

"That's alright, bro. You tasted like peppermints," he said calmly.