It's just too bad that 'weird, stupid stuff' is just about all Scorpius can focus on right now. In James's arms. Being held tight. The heat of the other boy's wet body up against him from behind. Merlin. It's the things midnight fantasies are made of.

He swallows, stupidly aware of every place on their bodies that touch.

And then Scorpius does the stupidest thing he could think to do. Mostly, because he's not thinking. He twists a little further, pale eyes focusing on James's wet mouth, then up to his eyes, and then he's kissing James. Just a soft, moist press of lips on lips. To test the waters maybe. All the while praying this doesn't warrant another punch in the face.