mmm Wilkercest 🦴

Without anything to say, silence fell between them. It was eleven in the evening, and exactly three weeks had passed since he stormed out of Reese' apartment. Malcolm did his best with the apology: it went terribly, as expected, but it did ease up the guilt which had been eating him inside. And he missed Reese terribly, much to his own chagrin. Turned out he wasn't as independent as he had thought - he craved to have someone by his side.

Reese didn't say anything just yet, his brows creased together. It seemed like he was about to go to bed before Malcolm decided to knock on his door, and the sight of him made the yearn in his heart grew stronger. If it was not for what a dick he had been; maybe the case would have been solved much earlier, and he hadn't had to touch himself remembering what Reese did to him - just seeing how his hands casually resting on his crossed arm made Malcolm blush.

Without much thinking, Malcolm took one step, two step closer - until he could hear his own heart thundering in his chest.

It was too late now. And then, Malcolm leaned in for a kiss.

Unlike everything they did before, this time, it was a small chaste kiss. This turn of event took Reese by surprise: his eyes were wide open, and he could feel how dry Malcolm's lip was. There were also bags under his eyes and smell of alcohol - thing must've been pretty rough. Good god. Reese didn't have the heart to push him away, nor did he want to give up on his anger just yet - so he just tood there, dumbfounded. And it wasnt like he didn't not miss the intimate touch, the way Malcolm's hand rested on his chest. Well. He could still be mad, but indulging himself in this for just a bit -

It took a few moment for Malcolm to get back into his head - so he immediately pulled away in embarassment. His bright blue eyes are half lidded, and he feared that if Reese caught his gaze he might find out how badly Malcolm wanted *it*, but his gaping mouth already betrayed him.

"I'm. I'm so sorry." Malcolm could only mutter as such before hastily turned away to flee from this mortifying ordeal. He needed to go, now, maybe forever, since he already let someone know how badly he needed them.