Exposition.

Kiss. (II)

You make my heart shake,
Bend and break,
But I can't turn away,
And it's driving me wild.
You're driving me wild.

-Wild, Troye Sivan.

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Their first kiss is anything but perfect.

They're playing Halo 3, and James is winning, as usual, when Michael glances at him. He has a wide grin on his face, and he's concentrating so hard that Michael can't help but feel a drop in his stomach, and his heart feels as though it's been replaced by a tiny bouncing ball that's bounding about in his chest.

He's so giddy with happiness that he decides within a few milliseconds that he's done pretending that he is anything but truly, madly, incurably in love with James, so he puts his PlayStation controller down, and reaches over to James's side of the sofa, holds his head with both hands and kisses him.

It's awkward.

It's awkward because James is taken unawares. It's awkward because Michael is almost falling off the sofa, and because James is so shocked that he hasn't kissed back, but he wants to, he wants to.

And then, moments before Michael realises that he's made a mistake, that James wouldn't be in love with him, that he wants the ground to open up and swallow him alive, James kisses back.

And if there had been a bouncing ball in Michael's chest before, now there's a fucking army of them.

And there's suddenly an electricity in the air, and Michael can feel it in his lips, his fingertips, his eyelids, everywhere.

And when they pull away, panting slightly, Michael can't help but think that perfect or not, it was perfect.

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Dedicated to MyWatercoolerRomance and preyaloves1D.

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