Roy Lee is a rough kisser.
Even with his limited experience Homer understands this.
The kiss so far has been all teeth and tongues fighting for dominance and Roy Lee has one hand fisted in his hair in a way that could hurt if he thought about it. He's finding it harder and harder to win against Roy Lee's persistence and is beginning to give the other male control. On one side, it feels like giving up, but on the other it just feels like it's the natural thing to do.
As he's thinking this, Roy Lee pulls back and he's reminded that he needs to breathe. His heart is pounding and he feels lightheaded, dizzy, but not in a bad way. A million thoughts are running through his mind but he pushes them to the side for now, breathing deeply and staring back at Roy Lee who seems at a complete loss. He feels a twinge of nervousness, because he's at a loss too. What now?
"We need to work on the rocket." He finally murmurs and watches Roy Lee go from frowning to smirking.
"You and your damn rockets."
Homer doesn't say anything.
His silence must be some kind of trigger, because Roy Lee leans forward just enough so that they're sharing the same, limited, two inches worth air supply and smiles, "We could forget the rockets."
When he presses their lips together once more, rockets are the last thing running through his mind.