"What I was trying to do," he mutters, wincing though when he realizes what Alex meant, and not about them getting off in their jeans like this was high school under the bleachers.
For a brief moment there's a glimpse of that, of the times he'd been with Liz, with girls before they started dating, under the bleachers and making out like this. But for that moment, it's a glimpse of Alex and him like this. Alex's hands clutching at Kyle's Letterman jacket and Kyle's fingers hooked in the belt loop of those wide leg monstrosities that Alex sometimes wore. Thinking about eyeliner smeared and his lips lightly tugging on that earring and Kyle suddenly groans, wondering for a brief moment how this would have gone then.
Probably ending with a fight, he realizes, and he has no plans for this to end the same way.
He's terrified and scared and has no idea how this is even going to work, or how far it's going to go. He doesn't know what Alex might expect from him, and not like he hadn't a clue how this works but who's giving and who's receiving and it's the first conscious thought he's had since their lips met. He realizes one thing though... he doesn't want to worry about it. He trusts Alex enough that if he doesn't like something, he'll stop. That's all that matters, right?
Both of his hands cup Alex's face and Kyle kisses him like he's going to die if he doesn't do this. Like he needs it more than anything. Gasping as he breaks the kiss, his lips still against Alex's, nipping at his bottom lip.
"We really going to do this here," he murmurs. It's not like he doesn't love how it feels riding against Alex like this, but if they're moving to clothes off, that ever growing part of him that wants this wants to know why they're not getting into a bed, the floor, anything with more space.
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For a brief moment there's a glimpse of that, of the times he'd been with Liz, with girls before they started dating, under the bleachers and making out like this. But for that moment, it's a glimpse of Alex and him like this. Alex's hands clutching at Kyle's Letterman jacket and Kyle's fingers hooked in the belt loop of those wide leg monstrosities that Alex sometimes wore. Thinking about eyeliner smeared and his lips lightly tugging on that earring and Kyle suddenly groans, wondering for a brief moment how this would have gone then.
Probably ending with a fight, he realizes, and he has no plans for this to end the same way.
He's terrified and scared and has no idea how this is even going to work, or how far it's going to go. He doesn't know what Alex might expect from him, and not like he hadn't a clue how this works but who's giving and who's receiving and it's the first conscious thought he's had since their lips met. He realizes one thing though... he doesn't want to worry about it. He trusts Alex enough that if he doesn't like something, he'll stop. That's all that matters, right?
Both of his hands cup Alex's face and Kyle kisses him like he's going to die if he doesn't do this. Like he needs it more than anything. Gasping as he breaks the kiss, his lips still against Alex's, nipping at his bottom lip.
"We really going to do this here," he murmurs. It's not like he doesn't love how it feels riding against Alex like this, but if they're moving to clothes off, that ever growing part of him that wants this wants to know why they're not getting into a bed, the floor, anything with more space.