He and Jaymi have kissed before. It was exactly one time and one time only: Josh had been moaning about wanting not even a girlfriend, just someone he could make out like crazy, that horny he was. After an hour or so of that, Jaymi had given him his trademark long suffering sigh and he had said (challenged, Josh thinks) that he would make out with him if only he shut up or so help him god he would hit him. And Josh had said okay.

And it had been... okay. Better than okay, really: Jaymi had pinned him down and he had kissed him *hard*, the way few girls, if any, ever kissed him back, and only if things had already gotten intense. Yeah, sure, the stubble thing had been a bit awkward, not feeling breasts pressing against his chest too... but Jaymi was a *bloody fantastic* kisser, nibbling and teasing at his lips and doing this thing with the tip of his tongue that Josh had felt in a fireline straight to his crotch. They had ended up making out for over an hour and would have probably kept on kissing if not for the fact that Jaymi's then boyfriend called Jaymi's mobile just then. THey had broken apart, both more than a little invested in the making out, and in his case beet red.

They hadn't done it again. In the end, they would rather have a friend than a shag, and Josh had said that while he had really really enjoyed the making out, he wasn't sure if he liked guys that way.

(His body obviously did, of course: and plenty a lonely girlfriend-less night had found him thinking of how it had been, Jaymi a solid weight on him, thinking of how it would've been if they had kept rubbing their crotches together just for a wee bit longer).

Kissing George is... different. Not bad. Just-- different.

The first few times had been mostly an accident. An 'accident'. Never quite kisses, just brief pecks, something to give the fangirls something to talk about. Gosh was wildly popular, and he and George wanted it to last a little bit because it actually worked. So there were twitters comments and photos and George was, actually, scarily accurate about fan-stuff like that, so Josh kind of followed his lead on this one thing. He didn't quite fall to George's habit of actually reading fanfic, but it was all in good laugh. Jaymi called them ridiculous, JJ said to be careful, and he and George had a blast with the pretending. So he doesn't count the first-- oh, maybe five kisses. Because they weren't quite like that.

The first one he counts was not for the fans. They weren't drunk. In the way of drunkness, perhaps, limbs pleasantly relaxed. George was giggling against his shoulder and Josh had called him giggling monkey, which had only made him giggle more, pressing his face against Josh' arm.

And then Josh had turned to look down at him and George had been looking up at him, all brown eyes and messy hair and dimpling and-- he wanted to. If it had been a girl he wouldn't have even stopped to think about it. But it was George and he thought about it for a second, and he was just tipsy enough that the 'want to' was stronger than the 'should I?'. And so he did.

George kissed back after a spell and it was-- soft. No urge. Mostly lips at first, tiny pecks, George's lips incredibly soft even the parts where he constantly bit them for that coy teasing look. When Josh turned towards him a little bit more, his hand on George's waist, George sighed against his lips, moving a hand to his shoulder. And they kept on kissing. Josh had the ridiculous idea that he could probably keep on kissing George for an eternity and not get tired of it.

Josh couldn't for the life of him think of how long it was. At one point, George had deepened the kiss and Josh had shivered all over, pressing closer, half on top of George. George had settled his hands on his waist below his shirt, pressing his nails in a tiny prinpicky pressure points that had Josh wanting to press forward, press down harder.

And that's when he stops, lifting himself a little from George, just enough that he can see him.

"We should stop," he says and then, because he doesn't want George to misunderstand. "I don't want to. I really don't, but we're kind of drunk."

"Not that drunk," George pouts, his hands moving up to his shoulderblades and then he moves them down slowly. Josh is pretty sure his eyes cross.

"Drunk enough that we should wait a bit," he manages to say and, when George seems down, he can't stop himself from adding: "How about you stay?" he says, resisting the urge to lean down to kiss George again. "And if tomorrow it still seems like a good idea..."

George lightens up at him, warm eyes and mischievous grin that has Josh re-evaluating his decision. "We carry on?"

"Hell yes."