Alright. Okay. Cool. Great. Awesome. Fantastic. But, now what? If he could describe the whole of his non-familial kissing experiences in one word, Lucas would call it 'raucous,' which is, in practice, way less exciting than it sounds. Trust him. Thanks, Gooseberry, that's really going to help him here.

"So demanding," Lucas deadpans, even though there's a big dumb smile on his face and the notion of being kissed back is now hitting him like a mac truck. A great mac truck. An eagerly anticipated mac truck.

He shifts his weight from one foot to the other and back, bouncing. Lucas leans down (a lot, as instructed) with perhaps more enthusiasm than he's probably ready for, and promptly knocks his nose against Bash's. For a split second, he wishes the ground would open up and eat him, but, shit he's already here and he really would like to kiss this boy. So he does, lips parted from sheepish laughter.