#smoke session

Kyle whispered back, “Yeah?”

Eric turned his head, a grin so wide it made his dimples stand out, those blueberry-and-honey eyes catching the starlight. “I like you,” he said, quick and quiet, before whipping his head the other way.

Kyle stared at the back of Eric’s head, taking in the way his ears had gone all rosy. It was kind of adorable. He leaned in just a little, close enough that his breath barely ghosted over Eric’s skin.

“Can I tell you something?” he whispered.

Eric turned his head slowly, eyes searching, and gave a small nod.

Kyle swallowed, his heart thudding. Then, just as soft, says “I like you too.”

Kyle grinned as Eric scrunched up his nose.

"You do?"

"Yup."

"You like, like me?"

"Mhm."

Eric let out a little chuckle. "Heh, fag."

Kyle rolled his eyes and socked him in the arm before pulling him into a hug. Eric yelped, whining about his poor, abused arm, but he still hugged back.

Yeah. This was perfect.