You and Pete were chilling after a gig, at his house playing games, on his what seemed like a million game consoles that he owned.

Everytime it was his turn you watched as his fingers fluidly ran over the game controller, as if experienced.

You two were currently playing on his Super Nintendo, playing the original Super Mario Bros.

You were struggling with one of the levels, and it seemed like Pete knew alot more about it than you did. His skilled fingers slid across the inside of your wrist, gesturing for you to hand him the controller. "Can I try?" He mumbled, more or less wanting an excuse to touch you, but he still wanted to try if you'd let him.