The kiss can't even really be called a kiss, there and gone again before Jack much appreciate it. James' lips are soft, a little chapped, and Jack's eyes flutter shut for the too-quick moment that James leans close. "Hm," Jack grunts when James slips away, eyes opening to catch a far too pleased smile lingering on that mouth.
He suppose James could just be something of a prude, disinterested in doing anything more than conversation so soon after first meet. But he doubts it. Jack gave him plenty of time to pull away before, to walk away when they left the restaurant, and James hasn't. He's played right along, moving anytime Jack moves, keeping up with him.
This is just another side to that, and Jack can deal with that. James just needs to know the rules Jack plays by.
He follows when James rolls onto his back, blazer falling open across his chest and stomach. Jack pivots on his hip to loom over him, hand straying to press flat in the centre of James' chest, keeping him down as long as James doesn't rebel. He runs the backs of his finger nails up the column of James' neck, arcing around his Adam's apple, feeling the rough hint of stubble there.
"I like to think of it more of a matter of persuasion," Jack breathes, and ghosts his mouth over James' cheek to his ear. "If I can presume you can be persuaded."
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Date: 2008-10-22 02:05 am (UTC)He suppose James could just be something of a prude, disinterested in doing anything more than conversation so soon after first meet. But he doubts it. Jack gave him plenty of time to pull away before, to walk away when they left the restaurant, and James hasn't. He's played right along, moving anytime Jack moves, keeping up with him.
This is just another side to that, and Jack can deal with that. James just needs to know the rules Jack plays by.
He follows when James rolls onto his back, blazer falling open across his chest and stomach. Jack pivots on his hip to loom over him, hand straying to press flat in the centre of James' chest, keeping him down as long as James doesn't rebel. He runs the backs of his finger nails up the column of James' neck, arcing around his Adam's apple, feeling the rough hint of stubble there.
"I like to think of it more of a matter of persuasion," Jack breathes, and ghosts his mouth over James' cheek to his ear. "If I can presume you can be persuaded."