#ohhh

Leon was close to bursting into tears as that train started its slow departure. "Hansel" had promised to write to him from Paris. Somehow, it felt like more of a final goodbye, at least until that first letter could arrive...

Then the bag came sailing out. Followed by a grinning Spaniard.

The tears were merely put on hold. An upset hiccup escapes when he simply roamed over with a tease on his lips. He doesn't remember ever pulling anyone else into such a fierce hug. It's like he was trying to do what the train could not, hugging so tight he might crack a rib.

That tension eases the longer his friend lingers. He reintroduces himself sheepishly. Luis. So, Leon finally insists on his real name too.

All feels right in the world again. Somehow, Luis makes him believe everything will simply work out. He tries not to feel guilty about being the reason his friend threw a once-in-a-lifetime career out a moving train window. Because... he is the reason, right?

That question alone changes the dynamic of their togetherness. Their Summer was one of friendship. Close friendship. Now there are some questions in Leon's mind, like why he keeps drifting to Luis. He's charming, friends can be charming, but there's something that makes him hold his breath.

Literally.

It's Luis who starts it. He's giving Leon a look that makes his cheeks warm a little. Then he leans close. Closer than close. Honestly, he waits for the joke to tumble out. You should have seen the look on your face, Sancho! Instead he feels the warmth of Luis' hand guiding him.

Oh. Oh God.

Leon squeezes his eyes shut. This is it. This is his first kiss. It's not a peck on a cheek, he doesn't know what he's doing. He holds a little tense even as he nudges himself forward. It takes for Luis to move a little against him for Leon to try reciprocate. He's already coming down on himself. He's a bad kisser. He's failing. It's bad, it's so bad, Luis will want to leap onto the next train.