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There isn’t any buildup to it, or a tension that finally explodes when their lips lock. It’s when Kevin asks Arnold to go to McKinley’s office to get tape that he kisses him, all because Mckinley looks adorable deciding between types of masking tape. When he pulls back, he realizes he actually just kissed someone, a boy, and his district leader which definitely went against missionary rules somehow.
McKinley fingertips touch his mouth, and Arnold can see the disbelief in his eyes. “Why…did you do that?”
He shrugs, because he doesn’t know what else to do. “I just…felt like it, I guess.”
Mckinley chuckles, and then clutches at his stomach as they turn into full-blown cackles. “God, Elder Cunningham…you’re so weird.”
“I know…”
“No, no…” McKinley grabs his shoulders, he’s suddenly so close Arnold can smell his cologne. Vanilla, Cinnamon, and a hint of aftershave, huh. “That’s a good thing…you’re, Interesting, fascinating, even. I liked that, whatever it was, and…” He pulls back, bites on his bottom lip, and all Arnold can think is ‘Kevin’s going to get so pissed if I show up to our room covered in hickeys’.
“Again,” He speaks up.
“Huh?” Arnold’s snapped out of his train of thought, and remembers just how close his district leader is.
Mckinley grasps his hand, palm warm against his, and takes the lead. “Kiss me again.”
Oh. Arnold struggles to find a good place to put his hands, until he lands on the redheads waist and pulls him in.
Mckinley smiles into the kiss, and both of them are still, until he opens his mouth and lets Arnold’s tongue in, hand tangled in his curls. The ginger collapses against his desk and lets Arnold deepen his body on top of him.
He’s never kissed anyone before this, unless Naba pecking his cheek after baptizing her counts. He tries to listen to his body and find out what he likes, It turns out McKinley really likes when you pay attention to his hips.
When they pull back to breathe, Arnold’s lips are swollen and his skin is hot. Why the fuck was he here again - oh, right, masking tape.
Mckinley has the same idea as he grabs the tape from his desk and hands it to him, flushed and disheveled. It’s a good look on him, and Arnold suddenly wants to see him like that all the time. “You should get going now before Kevin throws a fit.”
Right, he came here for the tape, not to make out with Mckinley in his office. He really should be leaving to give Kevin the tape for whatever project he set his eyes on. But McKinley’s tie was loose and his hair a mess and he was panting - “Kevin can probably wait a bit.”
Mckinley pulls him back in by his tie without any hesitation, now sitting with his legs spread on his desk, and Arnold fits perfectly between his thighs. “You can call me Connor, by the way. If you want that is - I don’t know why I said - “
Arnold just kisses him again to shut him up, laughs when their teeth knock together and Connor whines into his mouth.
Kevin is very confused when Arnold comes back three hours later with his glasses missing, and no tape.