day 28 - kissing a frog/toad (Gramander)
Every now and then, Newt will plan a little trip up to the local hiking trails because no matter what his boyfriend says, no man should be subjected to city-polluted air for months on end.
This weekend is one of those trips, Percival being his usual grouchy self when forced to function before a caffeine intake at the crack of dawn. Despite all that, however, he thoroughly enjoys the walk through nature, taking multiple photos on his phone of every little thing he finds fascinating. They don’t always coincide with Newt’s points of interest which lies in the more animated habitants of the forests and lakes, but he doesn’t complain all that much when Newt drags him over to see.
He lets Percival be after an hour to rest a little and goes off to explore a bit more. It’s about the time for all sort of critters to make their appearance after a long winter so he wants to see as much as he can before they leave.
As if they heard his wish, a small wood frog hops onto his palm minutes later, and it's the most adorable thing he has seen all week. (Besides Percival whining about coffee, of course.) It’s difficult to resist with its large, unblinking eyes and wide mouth, lines and shades of brown cutting beautiful patterns over its form, and so Newt gives it a small kiss before letting go.
In his enthusiasm, he doesn’t notice Percival unexpectedly caught up already to him then freeze in horror.
Later:
“No, you are absolutely not kissing me with that mouth,” Percival says, pushing Newt away, and scoots to the end of the couch.
It leaves Newt baffled and a little hurt.