Just before midnight again!
Tom was startled when he felt something like a spark go off, right when he pressed his lips more surely against Bill's. Static electricity, he decided, breaking the kiss so he could take in Bill's reaction to it.
"Oh," Bill breathed. His exhale tasted and smelled slightly floral. Tom inhaled at the same time, marveling at the fact that another man could be so pleasantly scented. Then again, Tom himself did use his mother's lilac moisturizing lotion on occasion, especially during the winter, though he made sure to spray his hands with some musky cologne afterward.
Bill was staring at Tom again, this time from close range. "Hi," said Tom, and smiled goofily at him.
"Hi," said Bill, and blushed, glancing down. His eyelashes were ridiculously long and dark, Tom noted, and he almost wanted to kiss those too, or at least Bill's smoky eyelids. But he'd resolved to take things with Bill one step at a time, and French kissing was clearly the next item on the agenda.
Bill looked back up at him with a new glimmer of determination in his eyes. "I think we need to try that again," Bill stated, and started to reach up to Tom's face, only to realize he was still holding the mascara, lip gloss, whatever it was.
Tom plucked the cosmetics tube from Bill's fingers, placing it absently behind himself, in the general vicinity of the Avon box. "I think that sounds like a great idea," Tom agreed, happy to find that he wouldn't have to talk Bill into the next step on his list. He was pretty confident in his ability to coax Bill into a deeper kiss if their lips were already touching.
"Okay, good." Bill took a deep breath, laying his palm against Tom's cheek and jaw. It was strange for Tom to realize that Bill's hands were large, about the same size as his, with long, slender fingers just like Tom's, though Bill's skin was much softer. Tom hadn't purloined any of his mother's hand lotion anytime recently, after all. Bill hesitated, seeming unsure when their faces were only about an inch or so apart, so Tom took the initiative, closing the distance between them.
Tom started with a tiny kiss, no more than a brief peck, and was inordinately thrilled when Bill's eyelashes fluttered as a result. Daringly Tom parted his lips, licking gently at Bill's mouth, and Bill's breath hitched. Then, gloriously, Bill's gorgeous, full lips opened for him, and Bill's fingers curled a little, scratching Tom's cheek lightly. "Sorry," Bill mumbled, eyes going wide again.
"S'okay," Tom reassured him, and Bill let out a quiet "ah," apparently forgetting all about his nails when Tom slid his tongue through Bill's lips. The way Bill nudged his tongue tentatively against Tom's after a second was the most endearing thing Bill had done so far, though Tom found himself musing the same thing about Bill's every action.
Normally Tom would have gone for it at that point, shifting the both of them to a horizontal position for a serious makeout session, but Bill practically had 'handle with care' stamped on his forehead. Tom broke the kiss, giving Bill another stupid, earnest grin, and Bill licked his lips before giving Tom his dazzling, Avon-selling smile.
"Tom," Bill murmured, in the same dreamy tone he had used before while talking about true love. "I think I might be in love with you."