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Third floor common room, Saturday morning

After becoming possibly the first example of anyone ever actually receiving cosmic punishment for deleting a chain e-mail, Peter reached the common room, still wearing the shirt and sleep pants he woke up in. Sadly they weren't red and blue to match the icon and video but you don't always get what you want.

Peter felt so happy that he HAD to dance in what could be described as a 'gay, gay way', and he wanted to share that happiness with everyone. He continued to do this for a while, just dancing and humming the music that was in his head. He was definitely going to be hiding this afternoon after the curse wore off.

[OOC: Open as a CR, but WARNING: Watching Peter dance while he's under this curse will, in fact, make you gay. Temporarily, at least. Any characters who watch this will feel the incredible urge to kiss someone of the same gender. Once they do so, the urge will go away. You know, unless they already were gay. Or they just find that they kind of like it. Sorry guys, but Peter himself isn't up for kissing. He's too busy dancing.

Honestly, I've been waiting to do something like this for two years now. That's just sad.

~~ETA: Ha. The day I do something I actually get a call from a friend. Back in a few hours. Feel free to go on without me and mod Peter as continuing to dance.~~

Son of ETA: Back now, and going to ping in everywhere. Wheee!]

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"No, we're allowed to do laundry whenever," Zack explained. "Shirtless Fridays are just when a large number of people around here go shirtless, it doesn't even always happen on Fridays. I can take off my shirt too if it makes you feel more comfortable."

Zack Addy, master of human interaction.

...

"If you like," he said. It didn't much matter to him, after all. Right?

"But... why would people go shirtless on Fridays? There's no other reason for it?"

And there went the shirt.

"No reason that anyone ever told me," Zack said. "But it's probably because people without shirts are very visually appealing."

Liir blinked.

"Oh."

He looked at Zach, at skin stretched over bone and flesh, and considered his comment. He'd thought Zach looked fine with his shirt, but there was something warm and appealing about him being without it.

"I've never heard that."

"I'm surprised no one's told you before," Zack said. "You are very good looking, especially without a shirt."

Whatever else Peter's dancing might have done, it hadn't made him any more subtle or tactful.

His face flushed the color of wine, a dusky sort of color, before he looked away.

"If you say so."

Years of being the stockiest child in the keep (amongst other things) meant that such an idea didn't even compute for him.

"There's nothing wrong with how you look," he said at first, before he realized how insulting that really sounded. "I mean-"

Sometimes, he really hated words.

He reached out to touch a hand to Zach's chest.

"It looks nice," he finally said.

"Thanks," Zack said, and since there was touching going on it seemed like a good idea to reach out to brush his finger's along Liir's shoulder. "And you don't have to take just my word for it, I'm sure plenty of people would agree."

Zack was probably not expecting Liir to lean into the touch, let his eyes flutter closed, and make a soft sound. He did, though, even as his own hand fell away from the sensational overload.

He didn't even hear what Zack said.

Zack really hadn't expected that, but once Liir had, leaning in to kiss him was pretty much the only thing he could think of doing.

And Liir had no idea of what he was doing, that he was kissing someone, that he was kissing another boy, that he was kissing at all but there was warm skin against his own, a mouth, soft, and the faint memory of another time, something wet and cold and terrifying that sizzled up as counterpoint and harmony all at once to the shock of the unknown that was--

Oh.

Oh.

Yes, he definitely wanted Andrew to kiss him. That question was now answered.

Even though the overwhelming need to had passed, the sensation was far from unpleasant, so Zack was more than happy to keep kissing.

Plus, unlike the ~~first~~ last person he'd kissed, Liir actually had lips, which made the experience that much more interesting and enjoyable.

It went on long enough that he'd felt he'd gotten the hang of it. As such...

Well, he kissed back.

That memory remained, though, reversed and turned on it's head. Cold now warm. Sour now sweet. Where once life had been pushed back into him, now he drank in the experience.

Zack was pretty sure he was supposed to do something with his hands, so flailing a little, he smoothed them up Liir's back.

He was a creature of response, with too little knowledge to do something first. When Zack's hands smoothed along his back, his own settled on either of Zack's shoulders and ran from throat to forearm, long fingers running featherlight along warm skin. Something stirred, something at the base of his stomach, and there was another soft sound.

It felt like flying. It really, truly, like nothing else... like flying. Only better.

He couldn't even wrap his mind around what it might be like with Andrew. When that thought crossed his mind, he promptly dismissed it. Not likely to happen, anyway.

"Wow," Zack murmured when he finally broke the kiss, feeling kind of breathless and dizzy.

Liir pulled back as well, focusing green green eyes almost bright enough to seem glowing on Zack's face. Then he smiled, a soft crooked smile, and slid his hands to hold either side of Zack's neck.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

Then he pulled back and looked down at his laundry.

"I should probably fold that again," he reflected.

"You're welcome," Zack said, somewhat dazedly.

"Might be an idea," he agreed. "Do you need a hand?"

He shook his head.

"I should be all right. It's only what was already dry." The rest he'd already hung in his room to finish drying. "But thank you."

There was a short pause before he looked at Zack again.

"Are you all right? I didn't hurt you or anything, did I?"

He couldn't imagine how, but he still couldn't figure out what he'd done to hurt Andrew, so he didn't exactly trust his own judgment on some things.

Zack shook his head, clearing it. "No, you didn't hurt me," he said. "That was just a new experience for me. A good one though."

"Same here, honestly," he said as he knelt down to start refolding the laundry. "A kiss. I've never had one. Not that I remember, anyway."

"There was a giant sentient turtle once," Zack said. "But it was to stop this weird music."

"Then you're up on me, still," he said. Not that he was really bothered by the idea that the boy had kissed a Turtle. After all, there was one in his cooking class. And as long as it stopped at kissing...

He really never would forgive Nanny for the one with the Horse in it. Never.

"You shouldn't really have any trouble," Zack assured him. "You're a good kisser even with the lack of experience."

"I don't imagine I'll be kissing anyone much," he said as he finished with the clothing and started to put it all in a pile. He'd found that if he did it all at once, it would fall over more easily.

"But that's good to know. That I won't embarrass myself if it ever comes up."

"Trust me, no embarrassment there."

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