* oh, he hadn’t thought this far .. the only plan had been to ask will to dance with him. maybe he should have learnt to dance beforehand— maybe even taken some stupid lessons from his mum that he’s sure she would have offered. but no, of course not, and now he has no idea where to put his hands, or where to stare at other than the boy’s face. deep, dark chocolate eyes dart from eyes, to lips, to shoulders, waist— as if, silently asking what he’s supposed to do .. an inaudible prayer of help. *
@clericall * and mike knows this part — the coda, where the song is nearly coming to an end, because he’s heard this song before. on the radio in the background probably .. so, knowing this, and seeing that will’s eyes are back on him- something comes over him, like some odd force of impulse, and he’s leaning forward — out of nowhere, pressing a kiss to ..noticeably soft lips. *
@smltown ▎okay. cool. * the young teen responds, easily, quietly; an echo of what was given to him. they do it a lot, truthfully. echo each others words back, as if they can’t hear enough of them. he loves it. he loves everything about their friendship. it’s always.. it’s special. they’re special. *mike’s* special. will’s never met anyone who fits so well in the chamber of his heart. *
@clericall * slowly but surely, he’s leaning closer in the slightest, the hold on him secure ..almost like he doesn’t really want to let go yet. even if they haven’t gotten very long until the song concludes .. he wants to spend it being with the boy he’s comfortable with. it’s truly hard not to be mesmerised by the features of beauty, difficult not to tighten his grip and pull him impossibly closer. despite this, he still ends up being so, blinking out of it and stumbling over a response. * huh ..?— oh- yeah— yeah- it’s cool ..really cool.