"I've broken that law before," he shrugged, because at the time it had made sense. At the time it had all seemed like a good idea. This, on the other hand, seemed like a bad idea already, from the first moment. People who cared about each other shouldn't hook up like this. There was no way this could end well.

But he wanted this, he loved it, and he felt incredibly overheated when his brain processed the friction of being in Poe's lap; he shifted to try to find a comfortable place to settle and stopped breathing for a moment when Poe messed with his hair. Poe was surprisingly gentle for someone making a terrible decision. Thankfully he wasn't Manabu-level gentle or Brendan wouldn't have been able to keep going.

He wasn't sure what he wanted. He kissed Poe back intently, trying to ignore what it was doing to him and failing because the word 'anything' was a lit match to the gasoline of a teenage imagination. What didn't he want, if it was with somebody he trusted not to hurt him? A wellspring of ideas flashed through his head and they all involved Poe staying the night and not leaving in the morning, they involved not being alone night, involved-

"Bed," he murmured quietly, breathlessly, "I can't-"

Couches, Poe might recall from the haze of Brendan's shared memories, were his and Manabu's thing.

"You can still stop if you want, I just need to not do whatever we're doing here," Brendan finished weakly, grip on Poe tightening. "Please."