Sheraton Academy

First Kiss

Rating: G. Warnings: none

Kong Yok should have seen it coming. He'd watched enough films to know when someone was about to lean in for a kiss. But he still didn't expect it, because why would anyone want to kiss him? Even his boyfriend. It was beyond his scope of understanding.

They were watching a musical Kong Yok didn't remember the name of – it was based on A Midsummer Night's Dream, but it was different – and the main character had just thrown the love potion from his flower into some teenagers' eyes, and now they were fawning all over this girl, and JD kept looking at him out of the corner of his eye like he wanted to ask something, and all the signs were there, but Kong Yok still didn't see it.

Then he turned to ask JD why he kept looking at him, and JD leaned closer, and then their noses were touching and Kong Yok could feel JD's breath on his skin and he was so warm but Kong Yok hadn't been this close to another person since –

And Kong Yok panicked and slapped his hand over JD's mouth. Kong Yok's breath was uneven, his eyes wide and locked on JD's, and JD's brow drew down and fuck fuck Kong Yok had messed everything up, hadn't he, now JD would leave and –

JD mumbled something Kong Yok couldn't catch. He loosened his hand a little and JD repeated, "So, it's pretty clear you don't want me to kiss your lips, but can I kiss your hand? I'm sorry, I screwed up, I should have asked in the first place instead of just assuming."

"No, it's... it's okay," Kong Yok whispered. "You surprised me. Just... ask next time?"

"Yeah," JD murmured. He gently took Kong Yok's hand in his and curled their fingers together. "So, is that okay?"

Kong Yok squinted. "Is what okay?"

"If I kiss your hand?"

"Oh." Kong Yok swallowed. Even that was pretty intimate, so much more than the simple hand holding they'd done so far. But... it would be nice. "Oh," he repeated dumbly. "Um. Yeah. Okay."

JD kissed Kong Yok's knuckles, the back of his hand, the tips of his fingers, his palm. Each of JD's kisses was soft and gentle and unassuming, like... like it was as much a joy for him as it was for Kong Yok. But that couldn't be, right? Kissing was for the person being kissed, not the person doing the kissing. Wasn't it?

"Can I kiss your cheek?" JD asked. Kong Yok opened his eyes. His breathing came a little too heavy and his face was a little too warm. He swallowed hard.

"Okay," he whispered, even as his body tensed in preparation.

JD gently placed his hand on the side of Kong Yok's neck. Kong Yok's hand shot to JD's and carefully moved it downward, to his shoulder.

"Not my neck," Kong Yok whispered.

"Sorry."

"It's okay. You didn't know."

And then JD's lips were on his cheek, soft and warm and perfect. It lingered, like the mist lingers after a spring rain: gentle and soft but overtaking all the senses.

Kong Yok's breath caught. He felt a bit stupid and immature – this wasn't even proper kissing, and he was getting flustered! – but JD made him feel so wanted, so cared for. So when JD kissed a trail to the corner of his mouth and paused and whispered, "Okay?" Kong Yok nodded and curled his hands into JD's knees and leaned forward. And when their lips met, Kong Yok's insecurities crumbled like boulders in an earthquake: quick and sharp and all-encompassing.