[The kiss is over before he barely even gets to register it.
It takes Scott a few moments longer to get up from the bed, still distracted by that brief contact, and how it felt so nice, not to mention that his first kiss with another guy only lasted a couple of seconds. His fingers trail to his lips briefly as that stupid longing beats in his chest, before he immediately pushes it down. Get a grip, Scott, seriously. You're acting like a goddamn teenager or something.
He doesn't quite return the light ribbing this time, just nodding a little with a more neutral expression again, before focusing his attention back at the gift basket. Even if the shirts are pretty... immature, at least they're better than nothing?]
Want a shirt before we leave? Have a few choices, just depends on if you want to announce to everyone that you're a slut or got a big... dick.
[Maybe he'll just turn his shirt inside out, but that'll probably just make him look self-conscious. With a sigh, he tugs on the 'slut era' shirt because sure. Fine.]
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It takes Scott a few moments longer to get up from the bed, still distracted by that brief contact, and how it felt so nice, not to mention that his first kiss with another guy only lasted a couple of seconds. His fingers trail to his lips briefly as that stupid longing beats in his chest, before he immediately pushes it down. Get a grip, Scott, seriously. You're acting like a goddamn teenager or something.
He doesn't quite return the light ribbing this time, just nodding a little with a more neutral expression again, before focusing his attention back at the gift basket. Even if the shirts are pretty... immature, at least they're better than nothing?]
Want a shirt before we leave? Have a few choices, just depends on if you want to announce to everyone that you're a slut or got a big... dick.
[Maybe he'll just turn his shirt inside out, but that'll probably just make him look self-conscious. With a sigh, he tugs on the 'slut era' shirt because sure. Fine.]