[The moan Tim makes into Jason's ear isn't at all subtle, and neither is the sharp cry that comes over the bite to his neck. He laughs though, shivering, sliding his hands over Jason's shoulders.]
I do - I do - [he laughs again, quick and breathless] - can you really blame me if - if I can't keep my hands off you?
[Now that he's got Jason this close, finally, Tim's reluctant to let go of him, even for a moment; if he does, there's a fear, maybe partly irrational, that Jason will disappear. Change his mind, decide to leave after all. Maybe it's not so irrational, knowing Jason. But Tim did the extremely dumb thing of knocking everything to the floor, so letting Jason go, just for a moment, is a logistic necessity. He relaxes back into the mattress, slides his hands off Jason, yields.]
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I do - I do - [he laughs again, quick and breathless] - can you really blame me if - if I can't keep my hands off you?
[Now that he's got Jason this close, finally, Tim's reluctant to let go of him, even for a moment; if he does, there's a fear, maybe partly irrational, that Jason will disappear. Change his mind, decide to leave after all. Maybe it's not so irrational, knowing Jason. But Tim did the extremely dumb thing of knocking everything to the floor, so letting Jason go, just for a moment, is a logistic necessity. He relaxes back into the mattress, slides his hands off Jason, yields.]
Go ahead - I'll be good.