NuffTheSlig: this may be going a bit too far but tell me what you think guys.
Chapter 3: Aftershock
Casta felt his tentacles push to both sides of his face, lips pressed against lips, and the two were kissing.
Casta was pushed across the cell, for a minute he didn't know what was happening, he flailed his arms around and then pushed Krek off his face.
Krek felt sadness swallow his insides, he'd ruined his one shot, this wasn't going to happen. Perhaps it was the crayk that gave him enough courage to go for it, or maybe it was just the sheer thought of waiting and nothing happening, or them being just "friends", he didn't know, but he'd defiantly failed his first and only attempt at this.
"No Krek, no! What the hell's going on?" asked Casta. Krek stared at Casta for a few minutes before bursting into tears.
"Ohh, Krek… Tell me please what's going on." Krek stood up and ran to the cell door, he wouldn't stop banging and crying, the Crayk seemed to have worn off now. Casta had an idea of what was going on, he lay down on the bed and invited Krek.
Krek glanced at him before making his way to the bed. He lay down as close to Casta as possible, though Casta kept edging away. He knew full well what was going on now, and he didn't have a clue of what to do about it, all he knew was that he had to be a friend to Krek, and not to despise him. He didn't know what Krek was going through, but he knew it was hard.
The next day they woke up, Krek's Arms were around Casta…