He was just noticing that he forgot to change his pajama pants before leaving his bedroom, still undecided between going back or just winging it that Hunter came right at him, running for his life, sashaying at a corner.“Fitz, mate! Glad to find you!” Hunter stops to a halt in front of him, and Fitz presses his hands against his chest to stop him from toppling over. Yep, nothing else, no hiding motive whatsoever. “Can I kiss you right now?”Now, this is either an acid trip or a dream, and since he is pretty sure he is not on drugs- besides caffeine-, he’s got to be dreaming. That would also explain the pajama pants. Yeah! It makes sense, doesn’t it? Since it’s only a dream, his reply comes out smooth and sure, “Yes.” A wide grin spreads all over Hunter’s face, and when he is already leaning close to kiss him, Fitz hesitates. This feels too real to be a dream. “Wait! Why?”Hunter stops, a bare three inches from him, close enough that their noses are touching, and Fitz can smell his toothpaste and panics for a second thinking that if he didn’t put on proper clothes, maybe he didn’t brush his teeth either?“Bobbi gave me five minutes to come and kiss you, and it took me long enough to find you.” Fitz’s heart sinks. A bet. Of course. There was no way this could be real real. “Apparently I’ve been going on and on about you enough to piss her off, and she said that I could do something about it, or she would. So, I figured out, nothing ventured nothing gained, am I right? Anyway, can I?”“Yes.” The reply comes out of his lips before he can even overthink it. It might be a dream, and he is not entirely convinced it’s not a bet or a joke yet, but screw it. Whatever this it, at least he’s gonna get something he wants out of it.Hunter- finally- leans the last inches and presses his lips against Fitz’s. He is hyperaware of everything, from the rough sensation of his scruff to his long hands drawing circles on his hips. It’s a tame kiss by any standards, short and chaste, but they are standing on a hallway after all. “Did you mean it?” He asks when they break apart, his fists still full of Hunter’s shirt. “Did you mean everything you said about you thinking of me and whatnot?”It takes Hunter a moment to process, his eyelids fluttering open slowly.“Yeah.” His voice is rough, and Fitz’s stomach decides he doesn’t need breakfast after all. “Every word.”He nods, and clasps one of Hunter’s hands in his, leading him.“Come on, I forgot to put on a proper outfit this morning. You can help.”
