[Tim takes every fraction of space Jason gives him, moves in closer, sinks into the deepening kiss. He's not drunk anymore, not dulled by the alcohol, and touching Jason feels like coming into contact with a live wire. Tim leans into Jason, chest to chest, props his elbow on the pillow above Jason's head to brace his weight and hums, pleased. He's out of breath by the time the kiss ends, breathing hard against Jason's mouth.]
Do you believe me now, Jay? [Another kiss, quick, placed at the corner of his mouth, and another, underneath his ear.]
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Do you believe me now, Jay? [Another kiss, quick, placed at the corner of his mouth, and another, underneath his ear.]