Prompt 59: Kiss
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When looking back on it, Lewis knew he had been pretty silly. He'd made such a little step a bigger deal than it was.
It had been two weeks since the boys' nervous confessions. Two weeks of hand holding, soft embraces, and smiles that now felt so much more sincere. But while Lewis had felt so entirely happy, trying not to dwell too much on the guilt of what they were doing, he also felt nervous.
Two weeks into their relationship and they still hadn't kissed.
Lewis knew Wilbur wanted to. He had tried on several occasions, but every time Lewis knew it was coming, he would quickly move away, embarrassingly telling Wilbur that he was still "too nervous". The older boy didn't argue at first, but as the days went by, Lewis could tell he was feeling a little antsy. A few times when Lewis was on his own and thought about it, he even felt bad. What if Wilbur was upset that Lewis didn't want to kiss him? Did it make him doubt how he felt?
And it wasn't even as though Lewis didn't want to kiss him! He really did, but… kissing just seemed like such an adult thing to do. He couldn't quite explain it well even to himself, but the thought of it? Mouth on mouth? The way the two main characters in a movie did it, all that moving around, all that touching. It just seemed way too complicated.
He was proved wrong, however, on the seventeenth day of their relationship. It was a normal day, with Wilbur's usual visit at the usual time. Lewis had just gone to tidy up his desk a little bit before they would go play video games, but Wilbur followed him. Tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, Lewis?"
Lewis stopped. Turned. And it happened before he even had time to think.
Wilbur tugged him just that tiny bit closer by his left hand and kissed him. And the first thought that Lewis' mind registered surprised him. It wasn't any sort of shock, or fear, or embarrassment. It was of how completely light it felt. Simple, soft. Almost like a goodnight kiss Lucille would give him, but so, so very different.
And there was nothing complicated about it. Neither moved, and no other contact was made besides Wilbur's hand clasped around his own. But yet…
Oh the feeling that coursed through Lewis during that short first kiss. Whatever it was could only be compared to the loss he felt when Wilbur pulled away, searching Lewis' eyes for some sort of reaction.
And he got one.
The two had been apart for two whole seconds, Lewis counted, before he grabbed Wilbur by his shoulders and yanked him back down to kiss him again.
From then on, Lewis was anything but embarrassed about kissing.