He would not have guessed that. No, his imagination may have wished that but he'd have never honestly guessed such a thing. His hands fell slack between his legs and he was not able to catch himself before he spoke. "Excuse me?" He found himself asking, honestly thinking there was a possibility he was hearing things. Or maybe Dean was playing a cruel joke on him.
Then he focused in on Dean's mannerisms. He was being shy and unsure of himself, actions that Seamus had never seen in the man before. No, Dean wasn't joking.
Dean wasn't joking!
He leaped up from his position on the rock, his heart swelling as he took a few steps towards Dean. He felt light headed and almost like a school boy once again. He brought his hand up underneath of Dean's chin, lifting it gently. Then, just as gently, he placed his lips against Dean's. He kept it short and delicate, unsure of what Dean wanted, but filled with courage that he once so proudly displayed.