#dckotas

Jeremy was drunk. Way too drunk, really. And he couldn’t be bothered anymore. Dakota loved leading him on, loved letting him think things were just about to happen when they weren’t, but there was no doubt about the fact that the other man’s lips were so close to him they were practically touching. Jeremy was hesitant. He never was sure if he was wanted; never was sure other people wanted him around, but Dakota sent all the signs, and he wasn’t moving away, and he was looking at him right in the eye, and Jeremy did it.

He leaned in, and kissed the other man. It was a soft kiss. Jeremy liked to act like he was confident and sure of himself and what not, but he really wasn’t. And so the kiss may not have been his best one. But fuck, he’d finally kissed Dakota Hefner.  The guy Jeremy had had a crush on for as long as he could remember. And he didn’t seem freaked out by Jeremy kissing him. Sure, he doubted it was anything serious for the other man. Dakota had made it clear that Jeremy was too young for him, but that kiss? Jeremy knew it hadn’t been unwanted. Or, at least, he hoped so…

“Fuck, was that okay? Shit, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”