Craig
Kenny was the first one to break the kiss. The small blonde removed his lips from his and just stared at him. A look of complete shock etched on his face. Kenny silently brought his hand to his mouth where he used his forefinger to lightly trace the soft outline of his lips.
"Why did you do that?" He asked innocently.
Craig's face instantly flushed a strange reddish pink color. He had no logical reason behind that kiss.
"Uh."
His mind went blank and the only thought that crossed his mind was to flee. Music reverberated in his chest as he wordlessly attempted to explain himself. He couldn't communicate properly. He was speechless.
"You're not gay. Why would you kiss me?" Kenny inquired, subconsciously moving his short body closer to his own.
"I-I."
Nobody else seemed to notice his awkwardness or even his blushing cheeks. If Kenny did he never once mentioned it aloud. The blonde just stood there, demanding answers he couldn't give. There just weren't words to describe how he was feeling.
Kenny got closer; his clear blue eyes stared daggers into his own brown ones. He attempted to direct his attention elsewhere, but the blonde's eyes prevented him from doing so. Kenny held him at his mercy. He felt extremely vulnerable under that gaze. He was supposed to be the one in charge; the dominant one.
A concentrated and determined look crossed Kenny's face, which automatically caused him to become intrigued. Wondering what was going on in that blonde head of his, he cautiously asked.
"What are you thinking about, Kenny?"
"Uh. Nothing important."
He still had that look in his eyes; mischievous and nocuous. Almost as if he was trying to figure something out.
He was dying to know.
"Tell me, Kenny. I want to know," he said, on the verge of pleading.
"Can I show you instead?"
Almost immediately, the blonde encircled his fragile arms around his shoulders. He automatically clasped his own around the Kenny's narrow waits. They both stared deeply into each other's eyes, taking in the moment that was unraveling right before them. He felt his cheeks flush a deeper red when he realized how close they were. He was supposed to be acting like the dominate one, yet here he was being all submissive and girly.
Kenny's blue eyes darted towards his lips, and then he slowly brought his own to his and pressed a light, but firm chaste kiss on them.
"What was that for?" he breathed; his heart beating a mile a minute.
"I wanted to know if it was a dream or not," Kenny confessed, blushing lightly.
"And what did you find out?"
"It wasn't."
"How?" he asked, genuinely curious.
"Because you didn't push me away"