Asshole

7: Forehead Kiss

Orlando, FL

It was his third night in Florida. He and Sapnap streamed together the previous day and spent the current day going out and filming what they hoped was enough footage for a vlog. Clay hadn't gone with them for fear of the two being recognized and him being caught in pictures. So it was just the two of them, which they both enjoyed more than they let the other know. The only worrisome part was that it had been much too hot for Karl to wear a hoodie. But thankfully, he wiped away the marks that he could and successfully convinced Sapnap to wipe away the ones from his side of the connection. He explained via writing that he had something important to do that day and that he couldn't have anything on his arm. Sapnap was happy to oblige. The swirls they both loved so much disappeared for the day. Karl was confident that he hadn't caught on.

He had been lying on the air mattress for around an hour, donning a tank-top rather than a hoodie again. He was starting to doze off and nearly dropped his phone on his face a few times. Right as he was moving to set it aside, he heard one of the bedroom doors opening.

"Karl?"

"Yeah?"

He looked up to see Sapnap's silhouette. He could hear him trying to hold back his laughter.

"I threw up."

The response took him by surprise. A quiet fit of giggles soon bubbled up.

"Oh no, did you? Hold on, let me help."

"Thank you, Karl."

"Anytime," he pushed himself from the air mattress with a little bit of an awkward struggle. He crossed the room and stopped in front of the smirking Sapnap. He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead to check his temperature.

"My mom would kiss my forehead to feel how warm it was."

Karl didn't hesitate. "Oh, okay, I'll check." He brushed his hair aside and placed a soft kiss to Sapnap's forehead. It lasted a bit longer than it needed to. Not that either of them were complaining. He couldn't see how red his face was in the dim lighting, but he could safely assume that he was brightly flushed. "Not too warm. I think you're okay."

It took him a second to process what happened. "Right." He nodded once, turned to leave, stopped, and looked back at him. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? For what?"

"You didn't have to do that, I'm really sorry if it seemed like I was trying to get you to."

"You didn't, don't worry about it. We fell asleep cuddling the other night, so I don't think giving you a forehead kiss is out of our realm of normal. Unless you were uncomfortable, then I'm the one who should be apologizing."

"No! No, no, you didn't make me uncomfortable. You can kiss me whenever you want." Oh. Wait. Freudian slip. "My...my forehead. Sorry. I'm going to go to bed now."

"Alright. Hope you're prepared to have your nails painted tomorrow." He made his way back to his temporary bed. Sapnap gave a small laugh and a goodnight before departing.

Karl giggled quietly to himself while bundling back beneath his blanket. He eventually fell asleep to the giddy feeling of having given Sapnap a kiss.