~Frank/Fun Ghoul's POV~
As weird as it was, I felt okay with letting him kiss me. I knew that I had just met him, but something about him just... I dunno, really. It just felt right to kiss him like that. In the middle of some random room that was still foreign to me, with a layer of dust already collecting on me as it seemed to be permanently on them. With the heat of the day penetrating the walls of the dark Dead Pegasus and Poison's body pressed against mine. His hand was in my hair, pulling my mouth against his.
Unsure how to respond, I wrap my arms around his waist as his mouth works with mine, before dropping them. His other hand is on the small of my back, pulling me closer to him. When I feel his tongue flick out against my bottom lip, I'm snapped back into reality. This wasn't someone I knew, someone I could trust- This was Part Poison. Sure, I had wanted to kiss him for ages now, but I hardly knew him. I had wanted to wait a while longer. Until I knew I could trust him, at the very least.
For now, though, he was just the person who had saved my life in the desert a few days ago. If he had let me die, I wouldn't be alive-obviously, dumb ass- but I would be out of my misery. I had run away for a few reasons. The ones you already knew, but you don't know my life. I'm not about to share it with you, either. While this whole story is a flashback, a reflection on this part of my life, I'm not about to let you all know my entire life's story. But don't worry, that'll come up very soon.
"Poison, you know where Fun Gh- Shit, sorry!" Jet-Star's voice shocked me, but I didn't move back, or stop kissing Poison. Poison seemed to pay the other man no attention at all, actually. If I could see over Poison's shoulder I would've sent Jet-Star an apologetic look, but I was too short. Even on my tiptoes I would have only been able to just barely see over Poison's shoulder.
Remember how I said I was shocked about the realization that I was now kissing Poison? Well, that thought left my mind completely, because I opened my mouth to let him in. I let my eyes slip shut as I feel his tongue sliding over mine, working eagerly yet slowly. It was frustrating and calming at the same time. Kissing him made my mind go blank and my knees go weak. I finally reach my hands between us and use them to bow Poison's head down towards mine, our tongues fighting one another, but not for dominance. More out of curiosity, I think.
Neither of us were used to this feeling, of kissing someone you barely knew, but that you felt you had known your whole life. As soon as the kiss started, though, I had to end it. I wanted to stand there and kiss him all day, believe you me, I did, but Jet-Star was waiting to teach me how to shoot and I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity. I pull back, but before I can elusively get out of there as fast as fucking possible, Poison's got a hand on either side of my face, he's leaning his forehead against mine and his eyes are closed.
"I gotta go... Uh... shooting... Jet-Star. Yeah." I say smoothly, detaching myself from him before booking it out of there. My stomach was light and fluttery. Fuck, I was really turning into a pansy, wasn't I? I shake my head. I felt good. The best I had in ages. Maybe he was good for me.
(Okay, sorry it's so short, but the next chapter will be longer, I promise!)
