College Life

He struggled for a moment, before giving in. "Who ever said I was jealous?!"

"No one. I can just tell." He said as he nuzzled his cheek with a chuckle. "Plus Francis said I could spend some time with you, that they had the booth under control."

He sighed, "Alright. And just so we're both clear, I was not jealous!!"

"Whatever you say Iggy." He chuckled with a smirk.

"Arthur. Not Iggy." He pouted, walking off again, to look at other booths.

He pouted and bit his lip, thinking he had done something wrong. He just stood there watching him go unsure of what to do.

"Well, git, are you coming or not?" He held out his hand to him, barely smiling.

He nodded and took his hand walking slowly and shuffling his feet like a kicked puppy with his tail between his legs.

"You didn't do anything wrong you know. That's just me being a jerk again." He sighed, turning to kiss the other quickly.

He let out a startled gasp. That was there first kiss.. He smiled, wrapping his arms around him and kissing back, softly capturing his lips in his.

Arthur blushed, leaning against his chest, before remembering where they were, and pulling away. "Let's not do that in front of a lot of people...please?"

"S-Sorry..." He said his whole face red from blushing. "I-I just.. you k-kissed me.... and that was o-our first kiss and I'm going to go over here..." He stuttered as he moved back towards the booth with the sports.

"O-ok..?" He froze, thinking he wasn't supposed to do that. He quickly went back to the Pride booth, confused.

Francis smiled at his cousin and waved as Arthur got closer. "Sup Iggy. What's wrong?"

"I think I did something wrong...Alfred walked away from me...We kissed, and he walked away..." He sat down, looking up at Francis. "What did I do?"

"What did he say after you kissed?" Francis would need more to go off if he was to figure out who did what.

"He said, we kissed, it was our first kiss, and he was going to go over there!!" He waved his hand a little in his flustered state. "I don't get it!"

"And what did you say when you kissed?"

"I asked if we could not do it somewhere so populated...But Francis, you know why I don't like that type of stuff! And so does he...I, told him the story. Well, the shortened version anyway, but he knows..." He looked at the ground. "Dammit..."

"Americans have no sense of modesty. But don't worry so much about it. Just try telling him to give you time to adjust. I mean you've never been publicly "out" before."

"Francis, I fuck up everything I try to say outright. Help me a little?"

"Arthur I can't even get the guy I like to talk to me." He sighed and pulled his long hair from his eyes a bit. "Just be honest. Yeah it's scary as hell but what else can you do? People are mind readers so you should just help out. Don't make him guess what your thinking, help him understand it."

"I'll try...Whenever he comes back from being angry with me or whatever..."

"I doubt he's angry."

"I hope not!" He sighed.