Kisses didn't count. Hell, Daniel could probably come up with a dozen cultures where men kissing men was just peachy without even breaking for coffee.

So he wasn't going to obsess over it. Really.

One kiss, swift and hard, fuelled by equal parts anger and fear because Daniel had come this fucking close to getting his pretty ass shot off through not obeying orders.

Startled eyes, parted lips, and Daniel's tongue tasting bitten skin ...

One kiss.

Meant nothing.

Could just have easily been a punch.

Fuck, why hadn't he just hit him?

One kiss.

Next time he'd -

Next time?

Fuck.

14/8/05
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