The tension was clear, both of you can feel it in the air dancing between the little space of your lips. His eyes were speaking, but fear was hiding those words from his mouth.

It was scary. Eugene hasn't been with a boy ever. It was all new for him, and he couldn't help but feel afraid, anxious.

His lips tremble, yours are so close to him that a brief movement would close the space. His muscles were tense against the bed, his elbows sinking into the mattress as your hands roam against his torso.

"I..." he breathes, the smell of cigarettes leaving his mouth along the word. His eyes are lost, trying to avoid the reality he was in.

His hand flies to the back of your neck, a quick impulsive movement to end the awkward tension. His lips were dry but soon to be wet, his hands were attached to the sides of your head, the passionate kiss intensifying.

"Fuck..." the loud noise of his belt being unbuckle rings in his ears, the pit in his stomach dispersing all around his body, hairs raising as he tries to act cool.