"Doubt that'd hold up in court." Were haybales and the harvest festival especially arousing things to say? Bobby cleared his throat, righted his hat and tried to figure out how he felt. His heart was thundering away in his chest, he knew that much.

He wanted to explain to Michael that it was all right. That he didn't mind, that he'd even liked it. That it was all right to kiss, because he wasn't an asshole like those guys tonight had been and because he'd thought about it himself. About kissing him.

Instead of any of that coming out in words, he leaned forward and kissed Michael's lip. A quick kiss, just as Michael had given him.