HENRY’S GIVING OUT KISSES | @bowersrich
“Peter–” Henry’s voice was low, staring out at the woods below them. They’d often end up like this. Sprawled out on the roof of Peter’s house, sitting in silence mostly – at least until one of them decided that the silence was too much.
Henry’s eyes glanced over at Peter. They weren’t sitting too far apart, but something in Henry made him scoot closer – close enough that their knees were touching. Henry doesn’t hear what Peter says. Can’t hear for the sound of blood rushing through his ears.
There’s a split second where he feels acid bubble in his stomach – drowning out the butterflies that had been there before. But then it’s muffled by the sensation of his lips touching Peter’s. Hands grabbing at the fabric of Peter’s shirt. He doesn’t remember leaning in, doesn’t remember anything up until the explosion that went through his body when their lips met.
Henry’s the first to pull away. Unsure of what he’s feeling. Can’t tell if it’s happiness or rage but now his face is wet from tears that had welled up in his eyes. His normal response would be to throw a punch in Peter’s direction, but instead he just kind of stares, mind blanking as he let the feeling envelop his entire body.
Eyes go from the ground, to Peter’s lips before settling on Peter’s eyes. Hand reaching out and resting on the other boys thigh. Henry knew he was safe – could say what he wanted to, so he let the words fall from his lips. “I love you.”