“The wall, but it was close.”

Sebastian laughed lightly and rubbed his thumb over Rory’s knuckles. “It’s gonna be okay, Rory.”

“No, it’s not, it won’t be okay. I can’t think of a single way, any of this is going to end well.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Maybe I just don’t think about the end … I think about the now.”

Sebastian dropped Rory’s hand, then pressed the back of his fingers to Rory’s forehead. “You feeling all right?”

“No, but I think you can make me feel better…” He shoved Sebastian’s hand away from his face and straddled him. “Kiss me.”

“You think a kiss will make you better?”

“No, but it might make me feel less dead.”

Sebastian eyed his lips, and Rory closed his eyes, waiting, but the only kiss he got was brief, and on his cheek.

“A proper kiss.”

“No.”

“Please.” Rory opened his eyes, and clutched Sebastian’s shoulders. “Please, I won’t ask ever again, I swear.”

“Rory—”

He swooped to connect their lips, but Sebastian’s hands shot up, and caught his chest. “Stop…”

“Please, Sebastian.”

Sebastian shook his head, but his gaze dropped to Rory’s lips. His eyes darkened, and his hands slipped from Rory’s chest and found his hips.

“Please,” Rory murmured, getting closer.

Before Sebastian could protest again, Rory pressed his lips to Sebastian’s. Not kissing, there was no suction, their lips just rested together.

Short, sharp breaths left Rory’s nose, his heart punched in his chest, hard enough to make him dizzy, and the darkness seemed to make everything worse. Sebastian wasn’t kissing him, and he’d never needed someone to kiss him that badly in his life.

“What are you doing?” Sebastian mumbled.

His words vibrated off Rory’s lips making them tingle. Rory didn’t reply, he stayed perfectly still, mouth touching Sebastian’s. Not kissing, but touching, resting.

Rory didn’t know how long they sat like that, there was nothing to judge time against in the dark. He wanted Sebastian to kiss him, to open his mouth and take the pain away, even if it only lasted a few minutes.

Sebastian opened his lips millimeter by millimeter until Rory’s bottom lip slipped between his. The first touch of Sebastian’s tongue on his lip made him gasp and reach for Sebastian’s hair.

Rory didn’t kiss, but waited to be kissed, knew it was coming, knew Sebastian was weakening to his demands, to his tease, to the temptation he’d plastered to his mouth.

“Fucking hell, Rory.”

Sebastian’s lips vibrated Rory’s bottom one, his words caressing him without meaning to, kissing him with vibrations.

“Please.” he whimpered.