He had meant to tell Percy that the circumstances involving the kiss were always different. He'd never imagined admitting all of this to other man or the conflict that had come with it. He hadn't actually spent too much time beating himself up over the fact that he was attracted to men rather than women until he'd had the opportunity to remind himself that he was supposed to. Travelling with Percy and the others had made him forget all about his father's disapproval or the way he'd convinced himself that he was broken.
Before he could say any of that, however, Percy was pulling him close and into another kiss. This one was nothing like the last. It still started slowly but built up in a way that made Tary forget all about everything else until all he could do was kiss back and hope he wasn't making too big of a fool of himself. It was as close to perfect as he could've hoped for and it was almost too bad that Doty hadn't been there to document the kiss. Then again, that might have been a blessing as Tary was sure he'd done something unbecoming like gasped or groaned the moment Percy's tongue had entered his mouth.
When the kiss ended he was gripping tightly onto Percy's undershirt and waiting for the world to come back into focus as he brain struggled to catch up. When things came back into focus he blushed and offered the other something of a shy smile. "Better." He admitted softly. Sure, in his imagination he'd always done something daring and had been every bit the hero he wanted to be but that couldn't compare to real life or the knowledge that here, at least, he was accepted.
"Your loves aren't going to kill me for that, are they?"