He had something to say, but whatever it was died the moment warm lips pressed against his own. For a moment everything stood still, in the story book way that often spoke of 'that first kiss'. It was electric, and horrifying at the same time. He sat frozen, unsure of what to do even as his heart began to beat wildly.

Push him away, push him away... a part of his mind argued, while another hissed with excited enjoyment. He couldn't decide, he couldn't figure out what he needed to listen to...

And in the end, a hand reached up as Avery started to pulled away. His fingers brushed lightly over the other boy's soft skin gingerly, as if he'd never before touched another person. Closing the small gap between them, their lips met for a second time.