Jack watches as James lies still for a moment, chest rising and falling perhaps a bit more quickly for somebody who cannot be easily persuaded. The shadows are such that he can't see James' face, the patches of moon light illuminating more lines of his chest and jeans, where his arms fade off into the grass. It shifts around him as James stands, almost disappearing for a second as Jack eyes refocus to the shadows, the light only pooling around James' feet.
It nearly takes him off guard, then, to find James so close, close enough that Jack can put his hands on James' hips, thumb brushing little strokes over the fabric of his shirt, head tipped back a bit to meet James' eyes. It's strange, now that Jack can notice it, how tall James is. He hadn't noticed it walking next to James before, or in the court room, but tight together like this, James has a few inches on him.
Jack smiles at that, at the way James says absolutely nothing, just curls his fingers under Jack's chin to align their mouths for a kiss. Jack opens readily into it, seeking after wet warmth. He hums a little as James deepens the kiss, fingers tightening on his hips as Jack's breath grows heavier in his lungs. His eyes stay closed even after the kiss breaks and Jack sways a little, using James for support.
He only opens them when James speaks. About something Jack thinks he should follow but the words mean nothing to him with James still close. He licks at his lips and playfully shoves at James' chest, breaking away the contact.
"Unless you have any other ideas worth persuing," he offers, but there's no real intent behind the words. James only moves when Jack moves, and chasing has never been as fun as being chased. Jack knows well the times to run away. "But seems to me that, for an ending, this is a fair way to do it."
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Date: 2008-10-22 04:29 am (UTC)It nearly takes him off guard, then, to find James so close, close enough that Jack can put his hands on James' hips, thumb brushing little strokes over the fabric of his shirt, head tipped back a bit to meet James' eyes. It's strange, now that Jack can notice it, how tall James is. He hadn't noticed it walking next to James before, or in the court room, but tight together like this, James has a few inches on him.
Jack smiles at that, at the way James says absolutely nothing, just curls his fingers under Jack's chin to align their mouths for a kiss. Jack opens readily into it, seeking after wet warmth. He hums a little as James deepens the kiss, fingers tightening on his hips as Jack's breath grows heavier in his lungs. His eyes stay closed even after the kiss breaks and Jack sways a little, using James for support.
He only opens them when James speaks. About something Jack thinks he should follow but the words mean nothing to him with James still close. He licks at his lips and playfully shoves at James' chest, breaking away the contact.
"Unless you have any other ideas worth persuing," he offers, but there's no real intent behind the words. James only moves when Jack moves, and chasing has never been as fun as being chased. Jack knows well the times to run away. "But seems to me that, for an ending, this is a fair way to do it."