Anton was seeing his tenth dream, while Sasha's mind ran in between cycles of painful, anxious thoughts. With every second of his pondering in those directions, the surroundings seemed to shrink, crushing his chest and, honestly, straightening every curve of Sobakin's brain.

As the skin on his face gradually turned pink and pale at the same time, Sasha slowly turned his gaze to Anton. To be exact- to his lips.

"...Maybe, in that case, I could...", he wondered, and his eyes suddenly widened. The idea struck Sasha in the head like a lightning.

Not controling his own body, the boy bolted in place. The shuffling of sheets was deafingly loud - he raised up on his elbows.

The room became terribly cramped.

Sobakin nervously swooned in place, his mind crying out for the rational part, in order not to make an unfixable mistake, but was loosing to the unbearable sense of need- longing. But Anton didn't make a sound in his sleep.

"...Sleeps like a deadman," just stating a fact. After so much shifting a few centimetres away, combined with Sasha's murmuring, any normal person would've woken up by now. But Anton didn't.

"...He wouldn't know, even if I took off my own pants, and leapt out the window..." ...threats- "Even if I took off his pants-..." - to himself, to the universe- to whom?

"...I know, this is wrong..." ...Negotiations.

"...B-but I swear- the thought that... we will be each other's first kisses-" Sasha's brows unwillingly curled into a frown. "-what if I just die tomorrow, and there won't ever be a second chance...?!"

...It was unclear, who exactly was it that Sasha wished to convince, while looking through the empty spot behind the shelf, but the arguments were strong. So, skipping the whatever stages of accepting grief there were, the guy shoved his anxiety aside, broke down into a smile and leaned closer.

"Kh-... nhk- haha... ha-... nhhk..."

It was- a very dangerous move. To laugh like that, while being a few inches away from the face of his sleeping friend, whom he was about to kiss. But Sasha just couldn't stand the whirlwind of emotions inside. Luckily, Anton- that boy with ethereal, gorgeous bronze skin and those long, straight lashes- didn't seem to care less, if that wasn't his mother.

"...His freckles- they're so clear..." For some reason, the golden dots reminded Sasha of stars, incredibly so. As if stuck in a trance, he devoured his friend with his eyes, and memorised...

"...T- Tosha..." Sasha hoarsely called out. His eyes gleamed like crazy, and the beat of blood in his ears was deafening him. His mind screeched, cried out, "I WANT TO BE WITH YOU SO BAD-"

Sasha's knees felt numb under the covers, his pale locks dampening with sweat. He- he was going to do it. "...I'm sorry-"

He took a deep breath, getting as much air as he could, tightly shut his eyes... And inch. Another one.

Their lips touched.

...If there would ever be a choice to stay in one single moment, Sobakin would. If there would ever be an ability to blow up, reaching the peak of emotions, Sasha would.

Anton's lips... they weren't anything like he imagined them to be. They were slightly chapped, but not rough... warm, but didn't burn him. They felt good. So good, that Sasha never noticed gaping his own lips and deepening the kiss, pressing illegally tight-

...And then, Anton opened his eyes.

...It was like a bucket of boiling water was splashed onto Sobakin's face. Squeaking from the sudden spasm of the other sitting up, Sasha felt like he flew a good five meters up, as he landed on the opposite side of the bed.

Sasha was choking. Hot tears were running down his face- happiness? No. He was mortified. Scared out of his mind, shocked, embarrassed-

"I-... I-!" Sasha gasped, taking in Anton's expression.