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Sunlight streamed through the windows into the cabin, the air was slightly cold but the sunlight warmed the air just a bit. It was early summer at camp half blood and the two boys were laying in the large hermes cabin on Connors bed side by side. Malcolm and him lay on their backs staring at the ceiling.
Connor picked at the skin at his nails boredly. The brunette turned his head to his boyfriend whose eyes were closed, yet Conjor knew he wasn’t asleep. His gaze traced over the blonde's features for a bit, his hand raising up to push Malcolms curls back slightly. One of Malcolms eyes cracked open and looked at Connor for a split second before closing his eye again and humming shortly.
Connors hands raked through his blonde slightly tangled curls, his eyes still tracing over Malcolm's face.
He waited a bit more and then broke the calm silence. “Ya know, you were actually my first kiss.” Malcolm turned his head at that and opened his eyes. “Wow? Actually? We were like 15 or 16 when we first kissed.” A somewhat smug smile etched on his face. “Hey! A lot of people haven't even kissed at like 26.” Connor responded. “And you can't be talking, you didn’t either!”
Malcolm huffed out a laugh, “Maybe not but really? Your first kiss was with me?” “Do you not want it to be?” The brunette smirked. “I never said that.” The blonde defended.
“Sure you didn-“ Connor was cut off with a kiss being pressed to his lips. “I never said that.” Malcolm repeated, now hovering over him. Connor just hummed, smiling lightly and his eyebrows slightly drawn together. “You're a loser.” Malcolm said after a second, dropping back onto his back and hands behind his head. “Where did that even come from? And also even if I am- which I'm totally not, I'm very cool-, I'm your loser.” He responded, Turning back towards Malcolm.
They were basically back in the position from before, this time Connor grabbed ahold of Malcolm's face and closed the space between them. It was slow, both smiling into it. They pulled apart and Connors hand lingered a moment longer before his hand and readjusting his arm.