Bill didn't know what he'd been expecting following him like that, maybe he'd put a smile on his face with the flower or sneak a kiss. To be honest he'd thought about getting a kiss the first night they'd met and it was nice then for it to come to fruition. What he hadn't expected was the kiss without his lead to shift into something far more than a soft press of Dan's pretty lips. No he kissed him like he needed him and gee didn't Bill love that.
He took the flower from his hand and tossed it blindly, a bent stem could be repaired, but there was no making up for a missed opportunity. Bill had started it but Dan wasn't simply accepting but made his own demands.
There was no magic to cloud anything or excuse anything away and he pushed the other man up against the closed door to the library making sure his hand was between his skull and the wood so it wouldn't bump against it. It felt good, like freedom and passion and Bill could feel the other man letting him have something for himself, even if it was just a kiss. Bill ran his hand up his side, under his shirt to grasp his waist bare and warm above where is pants sat.