A little shiver runs down his spine when Jack leans close to speak into his ear. James can smell vodka and Kahlua on his breath, and his lips twitch in a smile, the answering buzz of liquor warm in his veins.
'I imagine I probably could,' he murmurs, and he's a bit chagrined to hear the way his voice has gone deeper than usual, the crisp consonants muted around the edges.
He remembers distractedly his thoughts of playing hard to get whilst walking up here; he could, of course, pull away, roll onto his back and focus his gaze on the stars instead of Jack's eyes, Jack's lips. But really, really- what would the point be? Jack is warm and close, and an anticipation he hasn't felt in a while is beginning to bloom in the pit of his stomach. It's that singular combination of nerves and want, and James, frankly, is rather enjoying it.
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Date: 2008-10-21 07:14 am (UTC)'I imagine I probably could,' he murmurs, and he's a bit chagrined to hear the way his voice has gone deeper than usual, the crisp consonants muted around the edges.
He remembers distractedly his thoughts of playing hard to get whilst walking up here; he could, of course, pull away, roll onto his back and focus his gaze on the stars instead of Jack's eyes, Jack's lips. But really, really- what would the point be? Jack is warm and close, and an anticipation he hasn't felt in a while is beginning to bloom in the pit of his stomach. It's that singular combination of nerves and want, and James, frankly, is rather enjoying it.