[ there's at least one point where his mind goes blank, pleasantly whited out. his hand fumbles, slipping away as he teeters on the edge. then, jason comes quickly, thrusting into zack's hand and keening into his mouth. not quite coming in his pants, either, but damn well near enough.
a few more stutters of his hips, and he stills. he gently pulls away, a reluctant and slow break of the kiss, settling his weight on zack again to catch his breath (and to relive the thrill he gets every times his heavy gaze slots on zack beneath him — zack who could flip him over at any moment, no question). for a brief moment, he considers flopping on his back, but he doesn't want to separate their bodies, not entirely, not yet. a small, contented smile blooms on his face. ]
[ jason keens and if zack's cock wasn't entirely involved and interested in the proceedings before, still flagging, it certainly is now. that noise, jason coming all over his hand and both of their open jeans, over the mess zack's already left, shit. it's hot, that's all zack's got. ]
Hey. [ he says, a little dumbly, grinning wide. he wipes his hand on jason's jeans and then just - leaves it there, on jason's thigh, a little possessive maybe. thinking about leaving an imprint. it doesn't work like that, but he likes the thought. his hand on jason. ]
[ jason had been hesitant before. good? not exactly, no. now is different. the lingering hand on his thigh has his stomach fluttering, a little wave of interest striking him despite just coming all over himself and zack. jason's gaze darts from their come to zack's cock, and finally, his fantastic grin. memorising it all, perhaps, or wondering if it will ever happen again — how soon it can happen again. ]
Very. [ an easy reply, obvious in its warmth. ]
[ jason worries at the hem of his shirt before lifting it up and over his head, only getting a teensy bit stuck when it becomes twisted on his arms. fortunately, he's still hot in the afterglow. however, he doesn't toss it elsewhere, instead using it to wipe the worst (best? best) of their mess from zack's skin before it becomes uncomfortable. the action is gentle. careful. and if there's a light brush of fabric over zack's cock, well, jason's only being thorough (and teasing).
sacrificing one of his many basic t-shirts seems a fair trade for all of this, especially when he has a hoodie in his schoolbag. ]
[ it comes out more as go-oh-d because jason's shirt is brushing against his cock, a ghost of a touch that still has it rise up in the air before sinking back against his stomach, full in a way that doesn't feel immediately urgent but could tip into urgency at another touch, another moment.
instead of seeking that touch, he lifts his hand - the one not still on jason's thigh - to trace lines over jason's bared chest, from his collarbone to his abs and back again, circles, random patterns. ]
[ his reaction earns a full grin from jason, attention still transfixed by zack's responses. hey, they're still stupidly attractive and inviting.
he ends up chucking his shirt, like a ball seeking an invisible goal, but then zack's the one touching him. not like before. softer. the only problem is he keeps forgetting to breathe, with zack's hand wandering all over. it makes his stomach flip for different reasons. see, the unhurried movements are reassuring, languid in a way that saves jason from wondering if he should back off.
jason covers the hand on his thigh with his own light grip, fingers brushing over zack's knuckles. ]
[ jason's lips around his name and jason's hand on his don't make zack stop, not quite, but his movements slow a little. ]
Yeah?
[ he doesn't want jason to back off - but for a moment, he wonders if jason wants to. if this is where they return to teammates and go to sleep, to never speak of it again. jason's call, as so many other things. ]
[ he thinks a few things. i should have kissed you the other day, maybe. or i really like you. questions, too. ]
This was a good idea.
[ going out for the night, sharing the sleeping bag, tugging jason's hand down. he doesn't say it any differently than he did when he praised zack's suggestion of a camping trip in the first place. ]
[ he's full of something, anyway. but here's another one of those good ideas: ] Gonna kiss me again? [ he wants jason to. he's not thinking about what this means, what it might mean for or in the future - but he knows he doesn't want it to end. ]
[ just like that, zack pulls jason back to the moment again. no need to pursue the various questions and leads forming in his mind.
he rolls his eyes, but his smile is undeniably fond. ]
Maybe. [ ‘course he’s already leaning forward, shifting his position and dipping down to do as suggested. while direction normally has him bristling, this is different. it’s another good idea; he’ll give zack that. more kisses, unhurried by desperation this time (the way jason wanted to kiss him the first time). ]
[ jason leans in and zack's breath catches a little at the shift in weight, the slow slide of their lips against each other, unhurried now even though zack's not good at being patient. he is good, apparently, at letting jason set the pace. at letting jason lead.
not just in this, but in general.
slowly, the last threads of impatience unravel, despite the fact that his cock is more than interested in proceedings again, curving hard between their bodies. there's something addictive to kissing jason, something that makes his mind go quiet and his muscles unwind until he's more pliant than he thinks he's ever been, underneath jason. ]
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a few more stutters of his hips, and he stills. he gently pulls away, a reluctant and slow break of the kiss, settling his weight on zack again to catch his breath (and to relive the thrill he gets every times his heavy gaze slots on zack beneath him — zack who could flip him over at any moment, no question). for a brief moment, he considers flopping on his back, but he doesn't want to separate their bodies, not entirely, not yet. a small, contented smile blooms on his face. ]
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Hey. [ he says, a little dumbly, grinning wide. he wipes his hand on jason's jeans and then just - leaves it there, on jason's thigh, a little possessive maybe. thinking about leaving an imprint. it doesn't work like that, but he likes the thought. his hand on jason. ]
You good? [ an echo of his earlier question. ]
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Very. [ an easy reply, obvious in its warmth. ]
[ jason worries at the hem of his shirt before lifting it up and over his head, only getting a teensy bit stuck when it becomes twisted on his arms. fortunately, he's still hot in the afterglow. however, he doesn't toss it elsewhere, instead using it to wipe the worst (best? best) of their mess from zack's skin before it becomes uncomfortable. the action is gentle. careful. and if there's a light brush of fabric over zack's cock, well, jason's only being thorough (and teasing).
sacrificing one of his many basic t-shirts seems a fair trade for all of this, especially when he has a hoodie in his schoolbag. ]
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[ it comes out more as go-oh-d because jason's shirt is brushing against his cock, a ghost of a touch that still has it rise up in the air before sinking back against his stomach, full in a way that doesn't feel immediately urgent but could tip into urgency at another touch, another moment.
instead of seeking that touch, he lifts his hand - the one not still on jason's thigh - to trace lines over jason's bared chest, from his collarbone to his abs and back again, circles, random patterns. ]
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he ends up chucking his shirt, like a ball seeking an invisible goal, but then zack's the one touching him. not like before. softer. the only problem is he keeps forgetting to breathe, with zack's hand wandering all over. it makes his stomach flip for different reasons. see, the unhurried movements are reassuring, languid in a way that saves jason from wondering if he should back off.
jason covers the hand on his thigh with his own light grip, fingers brushing over zack's knuckles. ]
[ mildly. ] Zack.
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Yeah?
[ he doesn't want jason to back off - but for a moment, he wonders if jason wants to. if this is where they return to teammates and go to sleep, to never speak of it again. jason's call, as so many other things. ]
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This was a good idea.
[ going out for the night, sharing the sleeping bag, tugging jason's hand down. he doesn't say it any differently than he did when he praised zack's suggestion of a camping trip in the first place. ]
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I'm full of them.
[ he's full of something, anyway. but here's another one of those good ideas: ] Gonna kiss me again? [ he wants jason to. he's not thinking about what this means, what it might mean for or in the future - but he knows he doesn't want it to end. ]
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he rolls his eyes, but his smile is undeniably fond. ]
Maybe. [ ‘course he’s already leaning forward, shifting his position and dipping down to do as suggested. while direction normally has him bristling, this is different. it’s another good idea; he’ll give zack that. more kisses, unhurried by desperation this time (the way jason wanted to kiss him the first time). ]
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not just in this, but in general.
slowly, the last threads of impatience unravel, despite the fact that his cock is more than interested in proceedings again, curving hard between their bodies. there's something addictive to kissing jason, something that makes his mind go quiet and his muscles unwind until he's more pliant than he thinks he's ever been, underneath jason. ]