First kiss
Happened a long, long time ago...
Friday night at the pub.
A sudden, almost eerie, silence immediately followed by a wave of nervous chatter.
Patrick glances up, gaze drawn towards the pub's entrance and that's when he spots him. David. Pauses mid-sentence and ignores the puzzled look that crosses Brendan's face.
"Russel, to the left," he orders. Russel doesn't question his order, he never does, and the tension in the man's shoulders tells Patrick he too has seen David enter.
Russel hides him from view, the confrontation he's been dreading for months now most likely avoided. That's when he realizes Brendan's still in full view and the second the implications of that realization sink in it's almost as if he can feel David's eyes wander to their corner of the room.
He doesn't think about it, doesn't speak, just acts. One small step forward, hand coming up behind Brendan, taking hold of the back of the man's neck before he fuses their mouths together, not holding anything back when he kisses him.
Hears a surprised sound that could be Brendan, yet it could just as well have been Russel. He doesn't care, just wants to avoid the confrontation he knows will happen eventually for a little longer. Perhaps just for the night.
But as the seconds pass, he forgets about that, forgets about how he'll have some explaining to do to Brendan - after all he's never tried to kiss him before - when this is over; doesn't think about what Russel will say. And he's not even sure he remembers why he suddenly decided to do this.
Only thinks that he should have done this a long time ago.
when Patrick discovered his favorite retreat from the world.
Friday night at the pub.
A sudden, almost eerie, silence immediately followed by a wave of nervous chatter.
Patrick glances up, gaze drawn towards the pub's entrance and that's when he spots him. David. Pauses mid-sentence and ignores the puzzled look that crosses Brendan's face.
"Russel, to the left," he orders. Russel doesn't question his order, he never does, and the tension in the man's shoulders tells Patrick he too has seen David enter.
Russel hides him from view, the confrontation he's been dreading for months now most likely avoided. That's when he realizes Brendan's still in full view and the second the implications of that realization sink in it's almost as if he can feel David's eyes wander to their corner of the room.
He doesn't think about it, doesn't speak, just acts. One small step forward, hand coming up behind Brendan, taking hold of the back of the man's neck before he fuses their mouths together, not holding anything back when he kisses him.
Hears a surprised sound that could be Brendan, yet it could just as well have been Russel. He doesn't care, just wants to avoid the confrontation he knows will happen eventually for a little longer. Perhaps just for the night.
But as the seconds pass, he forgets about that, forgets about how he'll have some explaining to do to Brendan - after all he's never tried to kiss him before - when this is over; doesn't think about what Russel will say. And he's not even sure he remembers why he suddenly decided to do this.
Only thinks that he should have done this a long time ago.
when Patrick discovered his favorite retreat from the world.