He hadn't meant for it to happen. It hadn't been planned. He doubted that even Wilbur had been expecting it. Why, not even a minute ago, they'd been innocently watching a movie atop Lewis' bed. About halfway through the movie, Lewis felt a little sleepy and rested his head on Wilbur's shoulder. It wasn't something he did often. Not at all. Most of the time he was too nervous, too scared Wilbur would push him off, but he'd been too tired to care. He must've dozed off too, because the next thing he remembered was Wilbur shaking him awake, black and white text scrolling across the tv screen. Lewis had lifted his head abruptly, about to whine to Wilbur for not waking him up to see the end of the movie, when…
It happened.
Wilbur had his head tilted down to look at the blond, and Lewis had moved too quickly for him to react. Nose to nose, wide-eyed, the two froze completely, neither daring to move.
Lewis couldn't tell who'd reacted first, but both reacted the same.
Closer closer closer.
And now it was all a rush. A blur of hands groping, kisses, and quiet laughter. They broke apart after a few moments to catch their breaths. Arms still around one another, their eyes locked. For a second they just stared, trying to understand what had just happened.
But then they broke into a fit of giggles. "This is your fault, you know," Lewis stated once they'd calmed down a little. Wilbur smirked and drew him closer, whispering a single word before closing their mouths together once more.
"Oops."