On the third of July, Chris is woken up by the quiet whispers of ‘Hey’ into his ear. Opening his eyes, he sees Darren’s body leaning over him, Darren already starting to suck a hickey on the left side of his neck.
‘Morning,’ Chris mumbles, forcing his eyes open to take a look at Darren properly. There’s something round his neck, he notices. A piece of blue and red striped fabric- somehow familiar.
‘What’s that?’ Chris asks, pulling at the fabric.
Darren sits up, showing him.
‘My warbler tie,’ Darren smiles, kissing Chris in a quick peck. ‘You remember the date, right?’
‘t’s July, third…’ Chris frowns, thinkinng. ‘Oh! My dublin kiss.’
‘Your Dublin kiss,’ Darren nods. ‘Back when I had a crush on you and was quite possibly the worst person at hiding it in the world.’
‘Well you did show the whole world,’ Chris giggles.
‘It was my pleasure. Now shut up and let me recreate the moment.’
They do a rubbish job at recreating it. There’s too much tongue, too much hands. And they’re both pretty sure that three years ago, the kiss didn’t end with Darren’s cock in Chris’s ass.