How Did We Get Into This Mess - KOTLC Oneshots

Yes

( Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night! Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright! Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life . . . one, two, one two three four! )

Rivulets of stained glass cascaded down the cliff, the gleaming liquid reminiscent of melted jewels and bottled sunsets. The view would be enough to make Leonid Afremov go after his paintings with his palette knives, the beauty incomparable.

"Why am I here," Tam asked, restraining his awe.

"What, are you having another existential crisis? Because I don't think I'd be any help with that," Keefe joked. Their hands twined together on the mossy guardrail before the blonde nestled his forehead on Tam's shoulder, hugging him from behind.

"Please don't say something cheesy like-"

"I brought you here because I Ioooooove you," Keefe said, laughing into his boyfriend's neck.

Tam grumbled something indecipherable under his breath, the corner of his mouth curling up. He traced the empath's jawline with his fingertip, lifting under Keefe's chin so their eyes meet.

"I shouldn't give you any ideas," he whispered.

"Are you gonna-"

"You're the empath. You tell me."

"Yes," Keefe decided.

Their lips met, forming the rhythm they had both fell into after the first, second, and third.

Tam would always remember the first.

An obscurer was shielding the two of them as they were knit against each other in the hollow of a tree. You don't take risks when it comes to the Neverseen. Though that wasn't why neither dared to move.

Their chests were pressed together, legs between legs. It was getting harder for Tam to keep his face away from Keefe's, and the blonde was starting to notice. The fourth time his head fell, eyes heavy, Keefe's breath caught audibly. 

"Tired, huh," he whispered, letting Tam rest his forehead on his own. The empath watched as Tam's eyelashes fluttered slowly. They had been waiting for three hours now, and the shade hadn't slept the night before.

Tam murmured acknowledgment, breath skating across Keefe's cheeks.

But Keefe bites his bottom lip, and Tam is suddenly wide awake. 

And damn, he had never wanted to kiss Keefe as much as he had then. Which said a lot, considering the looks they had been exchanging when each thought the other couldn't see. Or the way they always seemed to gravitate together, thighs touching unintentionally, neither moving to stop it.

Just as neither moved to stop then in the tree hollow.

"Kiss me," Keefe said, want in his eyes, perfectly in sync with the waves of need rolling of Tam.

"Yes."

Their lips crash together in a flurry of sparks, Keefe pulling Tam down for a better angle, shifting and swaying like the endless pull of the tide. When they finally break apart, breathing heavily, the shade is pinned under Keefe despite the height difference.

Before anyone could say a word, they simultaneously receive a notification from their imparters.

It goes on in this way for a few weeks, confronting each other alone to recapture the feeling, to get another chance to ride the high of it all, strictly undefined. It was so easy, unnoticed until Keefe couldn't take it.

When Tam was asked out by a girl in their second year of elite levels. 

"Um, I-"

Keefe walks forward a couple steps, clasping hands with Tam, swinging forward to place a kiss on his cheek. 

"Help me with Theory, babe?"

Tam smiles sweetly, laughing.

"You have a photographic memory. What do you have, a 98 percent?"

"99," Keefe corrected with a grin. "But I like it better when there's less talking involved."

Tam's eye roll was met with wink. 

"I think I'm just gonna go," the girl said, backing away quickly. It was so clear, it hurt. They were undeniably in love.

"You know, you really didn't need to rub it in that much," he admonished.

"So what, I'm not allowed to be jealous?" Keefe pouted, hanging off of Tam's arm.

"Not if we're not public."

"I think we're past that."

Tam eyed the students around them, shooting glares at anyone who looked for too long. It was true. Everyone in the vicinity had probably committed the scene to memory, rushing off to tell anyone who would listen.

"Then I can do this?" Tam asked, swooping down to kiss Keefe. When he pulled back, the empath chased his lips.

"Yes."

It was the second kiss that counted. The second one that mattered.

The third was Tam's favorite.

It had tasted like strawberries and sugarplums, melted mood candy still in effect.

It was his favorite because he knew what it meant.

Happiness and love.

It was why Tam blushed each time he saw boxes of the candy, why every time he ate one he thought of Keefe, to taste it again. He doesn't know that Keefe does something similar, unconsciously. 

Keefe will start doodling absentmindedly in his textbooks, the sketch ending up a picture of his boyfriend before he looks down, and grins. 

( Three Kam Kisses. I love them so much! Usually, in the stories I write, I imagine Tam shorter but the opposite is true for this one. And ugh, they're so sweet together I can't! Also, google leonid afremov paintings, they're gorgeous. )