[Thomas had never gone this far with anybody, either. Not that he could remember, anyway. The memories that he had told him that he had only ever kissed two people: Minho, back at the start, and Brenda, back in the club they had ended up in, and even that, he wasn't entirely sure if it had really happened or not. Either way, it wasn't at all like what had happened between him and the boy he was currently looking at, back in the maze.
It hadn't gone as far as they were going now, though. And well, Thomas had the same question. What were they doing? He didn't know, for sure. Or well, he had an idea, of course, he knew things, but he didn't know where this would go. It was all new to him and he was hoping against hope that he was doing the right thing, that this was somehow how it was supposed to be.
... And now he was beginning to think again. So far, so good, at least, it seemed. But what if something wasn't right, what if he was supposed to have done something else, what if they should talk about this first, what if--
-- Well. There it was again. Just as his eyes drifted to an uncertain point on the floor, as he began to think, Minho captured all of his attention again with that hard, desperate and deep kiss, single-handedly throwing all conscious thoughts away from Thomas' mind.
He kissed him back, just as hard, just as desperate and deep, tongue coming out immediately instead of waiting this time. He tugged his hair once more, moved the hand on his shoulder underneath and around it instead, to rest on his back, fingertips slowly dragging down his side.
He wasn't sure if the fire would be enough to keep them warm, but having Minho so close, like this, at least, definitely made it better from before and it sort of made up for the cold of the floor, too.]
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It hadn't gone as far as they were going now, though. And well, Thomas had the same question. What were they doing? He didn't know, for sure. Or well, he had an idea, of course, he knew things, but he didn't know where this would go. It was all new to him and he was hoping against hope that he was doing the right thing, that this was somehow how it was supposed to be.
... And now he was beginning to think again. So far, so good, at least, it seemed. But what if something wasn't right, what if he was supposed to have done something else, what if they should talk about this first, what if--
-- Well. There it was again. Just as his eyes drifted to an uncertain point on the floor, as he began to think, Minho captured all of his attention again with that hard, desperate and deep kiss, single-handedly throwing all conscious thoughts away from Thomas' mind.
He kissed him back, just as hard, just as desperate and deep, tongue coming out immediately instead of waiting this time. He tugged his hair once more, moved the hand on his shoulder underneath and around it instead, to rest on his back, fingertips slowly dragging down his side.
He wasn't sure if the fire would be enough to keep them warm, but having Minho so close, like this, at least, definitely made it better from before and it sort of made up for the cold of the floor, too.]