The second Stewart felt Dean’s lips on his he let out a small moan. It went without saying that all the boy had wanted these last few days was to shove Dean in a broom closet and to hell with waiting. But he had kept his distance; he’d wanted to give Dean some space. But right now with Dean so close—and their skin touching—Stewart didn’t want space. That was the furthest thing from his mind. Stewart opened his mouth slightly, allowing Dean to deepen the kiss, as he moved one of his hands to Dean’s waist, undoing his tucked shirt.
Stewart steadied Dean as he pulled away and let out a shaky breath. As much as he didn’t want to break the kiss breathing was necessary, “That was quite possibly the best hello ever. I do hope I can return the favour,” Stewart smiled once more before he started kissing Dean’s neck, his hands working to remove that god awful tie that was keeping his shirt from remaining buttoned. Once he was done with the tie Stewart looked up again, giving Dean small clumsy kisses as he took the tie and hung it around his own neck.
“I’m keeping this, yeah?” Stewart smiled as he continued kissing Dean, nothing too deep, tempting things that were driving him insane but were probably doing the same to the other boy. “You can have it back when I feel like it, deal?”
And with that he leaned forward, pressing his body against Deans, his arms wrapped around Dean’s waist, his hands trailing against Dean’s soft skin, and kissed his boyfriend. Waiting could wait. All that mattered right now was kissing Dean until he was lightheaded.
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