A bomb could have gone off in Simon’s bedroom right there and he would have been less surprised. “You—“ His brain short-circuited. “I—“ Shit. Swallowing, he forced himself to meet Kaye’s eyes and take the smallest step closer. “I’m glad we were drunk enough to do that.”
The smallest smile managed to break through on Kaye's features, and he found himself getting the tiniest bit closer as well. "I'm glad too," he started, tilting his head to the side. "But, y'know, we don't have to drunk to do that…" A tiny, almost flirty smile replacing his original one.
Simon’s heart skipped a beat. Almost before Kaye had finished his sentence, he had closed the distance between them and was crushing his mouth against the other man’s.
Kaye almost felt as if he were back in his drunk euphoria from last night, an airy feeling simply coming from one of Simon's kisses. He pressed himself against the other man, a hand coming up to press against their neck as he tilted his head to the side.
Simon pushed Kaye back against the wall, pushing down any doubts, any thoughts of pulling away, and getting to work on exploring every inch of the other man’s mouth. His one elbow was propped against the wall beside Kaye’s head, his other hand finding his shoulder, his waist, his jawline. The kiss was starving, ravenous, demanding, so much more focused than last night’s.
Kaye made a small noise when Simon pushed him against the wall, almost overwhelmed by where the other man's hands were brushing and how heated this kiss seemed to be. He ached to get closer to the other, even if they were practically already chest to chest, though all he could do was try and keep up, his chest already heaving.
The noise only added fuel to the fire already burning inside of him as he kissed Kaye harder, prompting his mouth open with experienced nudges of his own. And god, it felt so freeing— he didn’t think he’d ever be able to stop.
Kaye let his mouth fall open against Simon's, a warm, coiled feeling growing in his chest as the other continued to kiss him. He didn't think that this would be ending anytime soon and god– he really hoped it wouldn't. Kaye's hands that had been hanging by him uselessly were now placed on Simon's waist, brushing up and down the other man's sides as they continued.
Simon let out a soft noise of his own at the caresses, sliding his tongue over Kaye’s bottom lip as if asking for permission, however hard it was to restrain himself. This was what living felt like. This was how he used to feel, years ago, this was how he had the opportunity to feel now. A faint memory surfaced;a hazy one from the previous night, and Simon took advantage of it, murmuring into Kaye’s mouth. “I could get drunk off the taste of you..”
A soft groan escaped Kaye at Simon's familiar words and he let his lips part, pulling the other man closer by their waist. Nothing had quite felt the same with other people, other relationships he had been in, where the other person had never quite cared about him. With Simon, he felt safe, like he had a say in everything. His hands moved from Simon's waist up to the back of their neck, pressing them closer in an almost gentle way– which was out of character for him– except at this point it seemed like Simon had most of the reigns.
The groan decimated every last shred of Simon’s hesitation; there was no going back now. His tongue slipped into Kaye’s mouth, coating itself with the intoxicating taste within. “Kaye…” he groaned, practically flattening himself against the other man from pure, undiluted need.
God, Kaye didn't think he would ever get enough of Simon saying his name out loud, especially in a situation like this. He hummed into the other man's mouth as he pressed his lips against Simon's even harder, trying to get closer and closer even when they were already flat against one another. Without being drunk unlike last night, everything was more focused, every touch, every kiss, and he knew he would be able to remember this once it was over.
Finally, Simon forced himself to pull away, trying and failing to reel himself out of the sea of euphoria he was currently submersed in. “I had no idea,” he panted, chest heaving, “how much I wanted to do that until know.”
Kaye laughed lightly, a few heavy breathes escaping him as he leaned against the bedroom wall, his hair a mess across his forehead. "Me…me neither," he added between breathes, his mind still having a hard time with wrapping around the thought of Simon kissing him. Had it really happened…or was he dreaming?
The sight of Kaye’s mussed hair— and the knowledge that it was his hands that had caused it to be that way— only served to deepen the already prominent blush on his cheeks. “Fuck, Kaye, look at what you’ve done to me,” he breathed, eyes glued to the other man’s.
"Aw, is Simon blushing?" Kaye teased, a small, faint flush crossing his own cheeks when he heard the other man's comment, though it seemed that he had already returned to his overly confident persona.
“Y-Yeah,” he admitted quietly, dragging a hand through his tangled curls. “Yeah. Don’t tell me you weren’t flustered at all, though, or I just might have to give it another go until you blush.”
A laugh escaped Kaye at that and he quickly found that his cheeks had flushed the slightest bit, though still prominent against his pale skin tone. "Hm, maybe you'll have to later," he hummed, still leaning against the wall as he looked up towards Simon.
“Maybe.” The reality of what they’d just done— again— hit him full on, rendering him speechless for a moment. “Does that mean… does that mean— that you want to be— that you want to be—“
"Do…you want to?" Kaye asked after a small pause, tilting his head to the side in question. He liked the idea of that, being something with Simon, maybe being something that might last for a while, something that lasted longer than his other relationships.
Simon let out an anxious chuckle. “I thought that my reply would be obvious judging by what I just initiated with you. But if it wasn’t…” He inhaled shakily, eyes darting away. “Yes, I want to— I want to be your boyfriend.”
"Good, because I definitely want to be your boyfriend," Kaye answered with a broad smile, his quick happiness evident on his features. What did this mean now? That they would go on dates and hang out more? He had to admit, he liked the sound of that.
“Really?” Simon’s voice was softened by hope, too much hope. This was the most open he had been with Kaye whole siver, and it was oddly.. freeing. To drop the mask, drop the act. To speak his mind.
"Of course," Kaye reassured gently as he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Simon's neck and pressing a quick, fleeting kiss to their lips. As soon as he pulled away, a buzzing signaled from his jean's pocket, and he reached down, reading that Ashley was calling him between the spiderwebbing crack's on the glass screen.
Simon’s stomach did a little somersault, but he allowed Kaye to step away— for now. “You should probably answer that..” he murmured, already grinning as a plan unrolled itself in his mind’s eye.