"No, it's fine," he said in a rush. "You can tell people. Whoever, I don't care."
Right then, he wanted to tell everyone. He wanted to scream it at the top of his lungs. He wanted to spray paint it on his locker or wear matching t-shirts or something. Or maybe kissing in the streets made it obvious enough.
He surged forward, one hand curling in the collar of Jamie's collar and pulled him into another kiss. This one should've been more centered, his aim was okay, but he also misjudged the obstacle of the bicycle standing between them, stubbing his toe on the wheel and nearly getting a handlebar to the crotch.
His whine of pain was muffled against Jamie's lips, making the whole thing seem worth the injury.
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Right then, he wanted to tell everyone. He wanted to scream it at the top of his lungs. He wanted to spray paint it on his locker or wear matching t-shirts or something. Or maybe kissing in the streets made it obvious enough.
He surged forward, one hand curling in the collar of Jamie's collar and pulled him into another kiss. This one should've been more centered, his aim was okay, but he also misjudged the obstacle of the bicycle standing between them, stubbing his toe on the wheel and nearly getting a handlebar to the crotch.
His whine of pain was muffled against Jamie's lips, making the whole thing seem worth the injury.