[There was an unusual comfort to be found in lying next to someone on his bed, more so because that someone was a person he cared about rather than some easy means to an end or a one night stand. He'd been here before and yet he hadn't, and it was that combination of the familiar and unfamiliar both that terrified him. Like Vincent, Kit was afraid that one wrong move might shatter whatever this was between them, that if he mistakenly said one thing or did another, he would lose something he wanted very much. Perhaps even more than he'd wanted anything in a very long time...
But if one of them could hold on, surely the other could, too?
He tested that theory by inching a little closer on the bed, enough to press the palm of one hand to Vincent's cheek, fingers gliding slowly along his jaw until they came to rest just beneath his chin. And, with a careful gesture, tentative in its administration, he brought the other boy's face closer to his own and kissed him.]
you know what i forgot. that kit had a pear.
But if one of them could hold on, surely the other could, too?
He tested that theory by inching a little closer on the bed, enough to press the palm of one hand to Vincent's cheek, fingers gliding slowly along his jaw until they came to rest just beneath his chin. And, with a careful gesture, tentative in its administration, he brought the other boy's face closer to his own and kissed him.]