He's had puppy piles with Jack and other friends back home. Sprawling all over each other to keep out the cold when they were camping. That's not new, but it was always completely platonic.

He's also kissed before (in point of fact, he's not even a virgin, but he's certainly no Casanova, either). What he hasn't done before is been kissed by a man while in a cuddle pile, with both of them tipsy.

And it's probably a kiss from the liquor as much as anything else, he tells himself, but fuck it, it's nice and it comes from the person in the room he'd most wanted to be kissed by, and returning it (gently, shyly, awkwardly) won't hurt anyone.

"Yeah," he murmurs and tucks his forehead against the other man's. "That's allowed, too." His hands are trembling.