Last First Kiss

If an asteroid was going to hit Earth and in an hour I certainly wasn't going to spend it sleeping waiting for death.

"So this is it." I attempted to say in an offhanded tone.

"Apparently." My best friend replied as if he didn't quite believe in asteroid could strike the earth and kill all of humanity, but it had happened with the dinosaurs it could certainly happen again. It also didn't help that most of the civilized world has lost faith in modern science after the viral outbreak of 2020.

He was quiet again and he was hardly ever that quiet.

"Guess I'll see you in heaven." He murmured quietly.

"At least we have that to look forward to…" I murmured in reply, nestling into his shoulder as I spoke.

We had fallen into another companionable silence for several long moments before I spoke again.

"Kiss me." The words were abrupt and out before I could stop them.

He actually turned to look at me a mixture of surprise, confusion and almost disbelief passing across his face in quick succession. That was readable enough in his blue eyes, which were most notable feature in his face in contrast to his brown hair and beard; even if the beard, in my opinion, had to go.

"What?" He asked as if he hadn't heard me correctly, which, I knew he had.

"Kiss me." I repeated. "If there's a person I want to share it with its you."

I saw a rather than heard him sigh as he shifted on the couch. His fingers reached for my face trailing along my neck, my jaw, my chin. He leaned forward and very slowly as if time had slowed to a crawl, his lips met mine.

I shifted against the sensation reminded again why didn't like facial hair in any way shape or form, but it was him, my best friend, the person I could say I loved most at least in this context.

For several seconds I didn't move. He was moving slowly, carefully, as if feeling his way and I knew he was waiting for a response-a real response. Slowly, and just as carefully I kissed him back, feeling the pressure of his lips against mine and carefully I deepened the kiss, almost afraid he would pull away like I knew he probably wanted to as if he were getting in over his head. This, however, like my feelings, I couldn't take back I had never been able to.

Finally, we parted for air and looked at each other.

"Is-is that what you wanted?" He finally asked still trying to catch his breath.

Reflexively, I touched my lips and only nodded.

"Thanks." I mumbled, unsure of what else to say.

"You're welcome, I guess." He shrugged and an embarrassed grin flitted across his face.

We fell back into our silence as I picked at the hem of a blanket nearby, if only for something to do with my hands, which were itching to touch him again.

"I guess if I spend the end with anyone it would have to be you." I murmured without looking at him.

Time seemed to pass slowly but too quickly and we had long since given up watching the news. In those last few minutes skin touched skin and I absolutely ran my hand through his hair again, stealing kisses when I could wanting to touch him in every way humanly possible. So we sat there in the dark just the two of us-waiting for oblivion.