Zach kept kissing as long as he could, as long as Fred kissed him back, not caring for how - after a bit - it made him feel a bit light-headed. Fred's very presence made him feel that way. So it was only a physical manifestation, and kissing Fred was very very very worth it. But he breathed hard as they parted, watching him, just watching.
He didn't feel a huge need to have his shirt buttoned, but Zach didn't mind, either way. It was summer after all. Then Fred asked about Zach's most embarrassing memory? Well, Zach was pretty shameless most of the time, to be honest. And so he had to go pretty far back in his memory. It wouldn't embarrass him now so much to have it happen. But at the time...Oooh Merlin.
Zach laughed a little, at himself, the memory of the look on his face. "I was about twelve or so," Zach replied, "and I'd gotten my hands on one of my mother's Witch Weeklies, and there was an...advertisement for something, I don't remember what. Anyway, there was this couple in it, portraying the idea of whatever being sexy and thrilling, whatever. Anyway, I...was wanking and my father walked in." Zach paused there because oh that moment had been mortifying at the time.
"I tried to hide it, but he knew, and he...laughed. He looked at the picture, saw the bird, told me she was hot and to carry on as if he hadn't interrupted. And left," Zach continued, shaking his head a little bit. He looked down at Fred. "I wasn't looking at the girl."