"A haybale? The harvest-- Woah." There he was, talking about his lack of experience, looking like that and being all hot and cute. And earnest. Fuck, he was so earnest. And Michael told himself that he was 'vulnerable' or whatever, he just got the shit kicked out of him and his judgement was low. So he could do this.

He could suddenly lean forward and kiss Bobby. And that's what he did. He kissed him. He couldn't help it, he had to.

It wasn't a long kiss, he back off and then held his hands up, smiling a little. "I'm sorry, I had to. I'm -- I don't even have a reason. You were just there, all handsome. Sue me."