Today. He was going to do it today. He needed to have this dance; this subtle, yet freaking obvious give and take of tension and emotion done and over with. Once and for all. One way or another it needed to be decided today, now.
He finished what he was doing and tidied as much as his personality allowed. After all you can't ever find anything when you clean. He then went in search of his problem. He probably could have asked Andromeda , but he needed time to think, time to plan. Thought was his best weapon after all; he was a genius. He found them in a corridor talking and after approaching somewhat he stopped and waited until they finished; granted stopping and waiting, more that he did so quietly was very unusual for him. He would use that to his advantage. When they finished talking Andromeda disappeared and he was addressed with a curious look and a slightly sarcastic comment about said silence and the waiting his turn. The comments meant as a question as to why he was there. He asked to talk, giving away nothing more than the usual air of having done something so he would not be turned away. He wasn't disappointed. They walked in silence a bit until the other man enquired as to what could be so huge words escaped even him. He stopped then and looked, stared really at the Greek god before him unable to formulate the words to explain him-self. So in a fashion true to his own personality he didn't try to tell he simply showed. He turned to the other man and before uncertainty and pessimism could over whelm him, he did it. He took one step toward the other man to erase the distance between them; Put left hand to right arm and right hand to left cheek, before leaning forward to touch lips to lips.
It was nothing at first just a brush, hardly a touch at all, then again with more pressure. The nerves came back in full force when he didn't get a reaction. So he decided, if he'd be wrong he'd be really wrong and slid his hand from face to neck to deepen the kiss pushing his tongue into the other's mouth to memorize taste and feel. The just as he gave in to the nerves and disappointments and pulled back letting go of both neck and arm; His mind searching for an excuse, a reason, anything to keep this one thing from ending there friendship and possibly his life. He felt two arm encircle his waist and those self-same lips he'd tasted not moments before returned with a force he'd only imagined the possessed. The lips claimed his own, the tongue mapping his mouth and duelling with his in such a way that time stopped and he stopped caring if only for this moment what was happening out side this kiss. Slowly the kiss ended, but the other mans arms stayed around his waist. The other man enquired as to why he picked now to make his feelings known. Deciding that he would wait to answer that one later, he pulled the other man in to another kiss, but before they touched he said a single word. A name: Dylan.
