Alaric Saltzman

Ric reached out and put his hand on Elijah's wrist to stop him picking up the drink again, leaned around and kissed him. It wasn't an aggressive thing, but it also wasn't a tentative one. He couldn't come up with much to say at the moment, but mostly because what was there was more easily expressed with a soft, steady, very warm kiss that tasted as much like bourbon, as Ric.

Then he pulled back slowly. "Not telling your siblings... does that mean I shouldn't say anything to anyone?"