The sitting room was in shadow; the only light was a dull orange glow from the hazy city sunset falling in through the large windows. Jack was sitting, no splayed, across the middle of the sofa, one foot up on the coffee table, watching something on TV with the volume turned way up. A movie maybe. Jake was walking quietly down the hallway, intent on the kitchen, when the sound caught his attention. He stopped, one hand wrapping around the doorframe as he peered in without saying a word.
He stayed liked that for a good number of minutes. The sun was dropping from the room, so soon all that would be left would be the flickering and changing glow of the TV. The TV that Jack seemed so absorbed in. Somehow that attention seemed misplaced. Again silently Jake moved - stepping into the room and drawing Jack’s eyes to him finally with his sudden appearance. With one smooth movement he was in Jack’s lap, knees on the edge of the couch, hands light on his chest.
The loud sounds of the movie became background noise as they looked at each other, artificially loud murmurs filling the room around them. Jake’s hands moved over Jack’s chest, palms warm over the other boy’s thin half unbuttoned shirt and the t-shirt underneath, feeling and moving the ring in his right nipple as their eyes locked. Jake’s hands never stopped moving. Fingers dragging through fabric back down his chest before up again, his others over the pale skin of his throat before that arm wound around his neck. His eyes dropped momentarily before flicking back up, darker than before. Jack’s foot dropped from the coffee table with a soft thud, and Jake settled himself all the down in his lap.
They didn’t need to be saying anything. Jack said it through the way he reached up and wrapped his fingers around Jake’s wrist, stilling the hand that was moving over his chest. Jake said it as his nails scraped lightly over the back of Jack’s neck, following the top of the collar of his shirt and around to the opposite side before stilling in the curve of his neck.
Together they leaned closer to each other. Jack was still holding Jake’s wrist and he lifted his chin slightly in what to anyone else could have looked like a defiant move, but only made Jake’s hazel eyes darken more. Jake leaned in until their lips were just barely brushing, parting, and their noses touching… with small, almost hesitant movements they brushed noses briefly, until their lips met fully in a kiss that deepened immediately, deepened enough so that Jake’s tongue could be pushing over his lips without a thought and over the other boy’s tongue stud, and broke several seconds later.
Breathing softly against Jack’s lips, Jake eyes fluttered down as he groped for the remote and turned off the TV with a click.