Jamie caught Theodore's face in his hands, still holding his wand, but careful not to prod the other boy with it and kissed him full on the lips, innocently enough at first but growing more curious and forward with each passing moment. Then he dropped the wand and when he felt the edge of the chair behind his knees, broke the kiss long enough to sit down and scoot back to the other side, leaving Theodore plenty of room to crawl after him. Of course, he remembered he'd forgotten to take his pants off, and well, that was awkward. He'd wanted to be so smooth about this! So, he blushed, naturally, and hopped up, trying to be nonchalant and confident about the fact that he was here, alone, with another boy. Another boy that he liked and who liked him. And he was taking his pants off and then climbing into bed with this other boy that he liked and who liked him. Get a grip. On what? On Theodore, you idiot. A look of consternation crossed his face and he stripped out of the trousers hurriedly, just to get it over with. God. Theodore must think he was such a bloody virgin! And, well, he was. But that wasn't the point! "Sorry," he muttered, looking down at his feet. Which seemed huge, suddenly. "I think I'm nervous."