This story was originally written with different characters, but I destroyed it and did this. Enjoy.
It was midnight, and a cool wind off the lake rustled the hair of the two boys sitting on the hillside.
Seamus avoided meeting Dean's eyes. There was something about the night air, or the smell of the damp grass, or their knees being this close to touching that made him nervous.
He was so damn tired of being nervous all the time.
Maybe later he'd blame it on that strange, chilly night air, or the sweet smells. Maybe he'd blame it on the way the moonlight caught in Dean's dark hair and pooled in the hollows of his neck.
Maybe.
Seamus turned and lightly traced Dean's jawline with one hand, letting the other one rest on his shoulder. Dean's eyes widened, but he didn't move away. He let out the breath that he was holding in a long, soft gasp.
Really it sounded more like a sigh.
"Don't be afraid," Seamus whispered as he leaned into the chest of his best friend and lightly kissed him.
"I'm not," Dean said, his voice catching as he pulled away.
"Good…" said Seamus as he closed his eyes and melted into Dean's soft lips.
"…Because I am."