He hadn't expected Henry to take him up on the floated offer. Will was used to any flirting that he did flying well over other people's heads; it was more a verbal game than anything he expected to pull up a bite. It was like a dog finally catching one of those cars he'd been chasing; he was immediately unsure what you did next.
"I'm serious, too," he said. He didn't have anywhere else to go, and there was no chance he'd ever meet someone else like Henry, even if he lived for a thousand years.
He was blushing, though, which probably wasn't giving a confident impression. It was just a kiss; a kiss was nothing.
He'd never kissed anyone before.
Ah shit, he thought and pushed himself into moving forward before he could talk himself out of it, throwing his arms around Henry and leaning on instinct to give him a kiss that was meant to be cute, chase and polite but ended up a lot more passionate than he intended.