[ 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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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. ]