N/A: So, I'm trying really hard to improve my English, but it's a little hard when you don't have English classes, so I need your help. If you see something stupidly wrong, tell me.

First Kiss

It was late when he rang the bell, but when the door was opened, he was greeted with a smile. That smile who makes him weak at the knees. Everyone in the cast of Thrones had got a two-week break, and he decided to go to London, because Kit invited him. That's why he was standing like a statue in front of his friend's door.

"Madds!" Kit smiled a little more. "Glad you came, come in."

Richard had already entered that place several times, but everytime surprises him. In every corner, he was able to see Kit. The real Kit.

"Alfie called us for drinks tomorrow night, ok?"

"Fine, mate."

"Mind sharing the bed? Don't want you to sleep in the couch, not too comfortable." He laughs and the Scottish blushes.

"Yeah, ok, I guess…"

Kit smirked, picking up his backpack and taking to the bedroom. "Wait a little more, I'm just finishing supper."

"Sure." He smiled, leaning against the counter, watching him cooking "Didn't know you could actually cook."

"Dork. 'Course I can." Richard laughed, helping him to assemble the table.

Both were shirtless, sitting on the couch, drinking wine. They were trying to watch some random movie on TV, but Richard was pretty drunk sitting on the sofa arm, and Kit couldn't stop laughing at it, by his side, actually sitting on the couch.

The scottish couldn't - and didn't want to - stop gazing his best mate. The way his lips curled when he smiled let Madden wanting to kiss him, blushing because he wasn't supposed to feel this way, not with Kit. They work together.

And fuck, Richard considers himself straight, but he can't with those lips and dark eyes.

"Madds? Everything ok?" Kit asked, letting his head fall to the side, as he always did when he was worried.

"... Yeah."

"You don't look ok, Stark."

"I'm just fine, Snow." He replied, sighing.

Kit rolled his eyes, pulling him onto his lap. "Stop faking, I know what you want."

"And what I want?"

"This." He smiled, kissing the redhead, slipping his tongue between his lips. Richard gasped, freezing for a moment before closing his eyes and driving his own tongue to meet the other one's, grabbing his hair to pull him close, sensing the other's hand on his waist, under the clothes. Kit moaned a little later, separating the kiss.

"Please, tell me I'm not drunk and delirious." The scottish gulped, without letting go of the other's hair.

"No, you're not drunk and delirious." Kit laughed.

"Kittie…" Richard bites his lower lip, stopping himself. Was he allowed to call his friend like that? In his dreams, it was the way he called the other, but he knew how much Kit hated being called like that. "Sorry."

"It's ok. I like how it comes out from your mouth, Rich." Madden laughs, pulling him close, kissing him again.

N/A: Well, I pretend to continue. Tell me something you and to see, some first, and I'll try to write. ;)