It takes him a moment to get his bearings, to really think about what he's doing here. They're really doing this, kissing and swaying in close and they haven't even exchanged names. It's a sort of wild thrill, really.

Neil slides a hand down and cups the other boy's backside, drawing him in flush against him as he kisses him. It's a little harder the second time, punctuated, searching. He's not sure how long they can do this, right here in the middle of everything.