The sound of James' voice somehow managing to be even deeper than it usually is, words running together, makes Jack swallow convulsively, throat strangely dry. He licks at his lips before bringing his hand up to lightly touch his fingers to the line of James' jaw, turning his head just enough for Jack to fit their mouths together if he wanted.
"But more than watching," he says, his own voice somewhere low in his throat, raspy and warm, "I like taking pretty things."
This isn't where it's meant to have ended up, coming here, not this quickly at least, but Jack won't back away now that it's come to be.
He traces the arc of James' cheek bone delicately with the pads of his fingers for a moment, sweeping his thumb across James' chin. But he doesn't kiss him yet. Jack already made the first move and James can make this one if he wants.
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Date: 2008-10-21 08:20 am (UTC)"But more than watching," he says, his own voice somewhere low in his throat, raspy and warm, "I like taking pretty things."
This isn't where it's meant to have ended up, coming here, not this quickly at least, but Jack won't back away now that it's come to be.
He traces the arc of James' cheek bone delicately with the pads of his fingers for a moment, sweeping his thumb across James' chin. But he doesn't kiss him yet. Jack already made the first move and James can make this one if he wants.