4 dorks and the differences in their kisses!
In no particular order, snippets of each pair kissing!
As Sophist shuffled around the corner, he froze the moment he saw Vernias clutching the letter the older one had written. Where the hell did he find that?!
"Vern, you weren't supposed to—"
In the time it took the words to leave Sophist's mouth, Vernias had already crossed the room and practically tackled the other, pressing a strong yet chaste kiss against his lips. "I like you too!" he beamed.
"Nick! Stop putting my stuff on the top shelf!" Vernias yelled at the other man in the kitchen.
Nick snickered. "Or what? You gonna come up here?"
In an instant, Vern whipped around, yanked Nick down by the front of his shirt, and planted a frustrated kiss right smack against his lips. "Or I'll drag you down where you belong!" he nearly yelled after pulling away.
"Dammit, Brent! I'm trying to say I have feelings for you!" Nick practically screamed across the room, causing the other's eyes to widen.
"Oh." Curiously, Brent approaches Nick with an unreadable expression. Only after Nick registers a warmth on his cheek and Brent's face pulling back does he realize he's been kissed. "That's good."
Sophist couldn't help but smirk as Nick looked like he wanted to murder the other. "Honestly, Nick, I was just trying to have a friendly debate over whether water was wet, and you're not even—"
The words swiftly cut as Sophist found himself with his back pressed against the wall and Nick's lips smashed against his own, knocking all of the words out of his head.
Only when Nick pulled away did Sophist remember how to open his eyes. He was greeted with the sight of an irritated Nick. "Shut the fuck up, Eevee."
"Have you ever kissed someone?"
"Me either. Everyone says it's good, though. Can I see?"
The two spend the next minute kissing. Sophist spends the five minutes after seeing stars while Brent brushes his teeth casually.
After Vernias finishes wrapping the wound, he nods approvingly at his own work. "Now, make sure not to get it wet, and tell me if it starts bleeding though, again."
Brent nods along with Vernias words. "Thanks for that. Anything else?"
Vernias pecks the injured hand with his lips before nodding approvingly once more. "That should do it."
Brent laughs. "Thanks, nurse Vernias."