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*This chapter contains mild Sexual Content*

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"Kiss me please?"

Hector stared at Owen. The more he stared, the more it came to his realization, that he had  thought that he'd never experience such situation. Owen had asked him for a kiss.

Kissing, Hector has done before, of course.

Kissing boys, he's only been dreaming of it for a while since he got turned on by the same guy who was waiting for his answer.

Kissing Owen, would be a dream come true. Literally.

"You must be out of your mind!"

Owen was fast to frantically explain himself. Shaking his head and hands, he went on to grab Hector's, moving it around as if it'll make the point. "I promise. I'll be careful. I just need to know what it's like and I can't go to Tylor and find that out! What if I embarrass myself?! What am I saying, I will embarrass myself!"

Hector could feel his heart starting to race. His body heat rose a few as he tried to calm himself. Owen was suddenly too close and he couldn't meet him eye-to-eye.

"Hey, you've kissed so many times before right? This would be no biggie. It might be uncomfortable but I swear, I'll do anything you want after this."

The look Owen was giving held so much promise and determination. Too much to doubt whether he was actually freaking out on the inside.

"For me," Owen gazed back at his best friend with the biggest baby face. "Please?"

Hector puffed out a huff. The things he's willing to do to be slightly selfish, he fears will hurt him in the end. "F-fine... When?"

The relief that washed down on Owen's face should've been recorded for a gif. Then the excited spurred forward as a bounce joined his vibe. "Now!"

Hector choked on his breath. He was getting too many heart attacks for a day. Just thinking about kissing Owen had him sporting a slight hard-on. He couldn't move himself to try save and hide it without Owen noticing. He could only pray that his best friend didn't notice the change at the bottom half of his body.

The embarrassment he'd face. The thoughts themselves made his face burn up.

A small, almost inexistent nod got Owen moving around the room. After trying his best to calm himself, he moved towards Hector, reaching for his hand. He pulled the boy towards the edge of his bed, sitting half side by side, close enough for Owen to feel Hector's body heat radiating off. Thank the gods that his room stayed cool. He could feel Hector's nerves and it made him nervous as well.

"Relax," he tried to say in a calm voice. Owen didn't let his hand go as he held it in between them. "It'll be over before you know it so this nerve is only a waste."

Hector let a slow breath, trying so badly to calm his heart. The rest of his body was not listening even for the sake of it. Hector was more nervous about Owen noticing his hard-on than anything.

He was going to kiss Owen. His best friend.

Everything was happening too fast. It'd only be days before he realized that he felt for his in more than friends type of way. And now he's seconds from kissing the guy.

And the guy had no idea.

"Relax," whispered Owen, leaning forward. "Just pretend... I'm someone else."

Damn, if Owen only knew.

Hector's someone else is Owen.

The thought only made his heart soar more.

He leaned in a bit as well, eagerness taking over his nerves. Owen was so close to him. Closer than he's ever been. Too personal. And Hector felt his stomach flip.

Suddenly, the room closed in, got darker, and heated. Hector placed his right hand on Owen's thigh, earning a suck of breath from the guy. Breaking the nervous eye contact, Owen's dropped to his thigh, realizing that Hector was touching him intimately. Everything was too real all of a sudden.

He was actually going to kiss a guy, for the first time.

Noticing the action, Hector suddenly got the confidence to get the kiss done. He got his ticket, he wasn't going to miss the ride. Before Owen said something more, Hector gave a good tug, pulling Owen's body towards him until they were touching thigh to thigh.

Owen gasped, trying to figure out the expression Hector held, heat rising onto his face on how attractive the action was. Hector took their tangled hands and placed Owen's on his thigh before bring his hand to his best friend's face. Owen's blue eyes widened as if they're glowing.

"Relax."

Hector's words made Owen's stomach fill with fluttering butterflies. Damn, he wondered who the special girl was to make Hector behave so confident and ooze with charisma. 

Then Hector leaned down, pulling him to the middle and finally placed his lips on his.

Warmth spread across both of them, their lips eager to keep the contact. A light moan spread around the room as Owen tried to get closer, his hands reaching to grab Hector's neck. Touching Hector's lips with his felt addictive.

He didn't know what he'd expected before but feeling his best friend's lips felt just right.

And addictive, if Owen hadn't said it before.

He liked it. Owen liked the kiss. He liked how Hector's lips was soft and so warm, so sweet, like a drug. He just wanted to taste more. It was too addictive to think about anything else.

Good.

Owen got his answer: kissing boys would be great.

Placing his hand on Hector's chest, he pushed away, satisfied. But before he could remove his lips, Hector's hand grabbed onto his hip, stopping him from moving and at the same time, Hector brushed his tongue against his bottom lip, dragging the kiss for an extra second.

Unexpecting such an intimate move, Owen gasped and Hector took that advantage to slip into his mouth.

Gosh, if Owen had thought the kiss without Hector getting wild was great, he was floating now.

Hector latched onto his lips, sucking, exploring the inside of his best friend's mouth. Hector's heart was exploding on the inside, from excitement and overwhelmed emotions. Owen tasted so damn good. He never wanted it to stop.

He pulled Owen closer, his left hand moved over to the back of his head, tugging him closer but pulling his hair at the same time. Another moan left Owen's mouth, drool pooling from his tongue as Hector ravaged his. Owen was barely on the bed, almost on top of Hector's lap.

They barely took seconds to take a breath.

After what felt like an year, Hector slowly pulled away, huffing to get his heart to stop hammering.

Barely breaking apart, the boys placed their foreheads together, taking all the time they need to calm their breathing.

After a while, Owen huffed out a laugh. "Well... that..." He took another breath, trying to see what Hector was expressing but didn't move away. "That states how I feel about kissing boys."

Hector took a second to huff back at him.

His mind was still racing. Going on and on about how great the kiss was. How addictive Owen was. He dangerous he was.

He didn't want to let go.

But he couldn't stop Owen no more when he slowly moved back to his side of the bed instead of Hector's lap. He tried his best to do so without causing an awkward situation.

Hector felt good about how light-headed Owen seemed to be, as if floating. He looked swooned and Hector felt proud of being the reason for that, especially from such a good kiss.

Owen liked kissing Hector, Hector was sure. He could tell because he felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest and the warmth of Owen's on him didn't fade.

"I think I know my answer on how to approach Tylor, Hec."

Or maybe not, thought Hector as his heart surged down, as an unsettled feeling seeped its way in. With how blushed Owen was behaving, after kissing him... Hector barely registered as the boy right next to him broke his heart into millions of pieces and had no idea he did so.