[ david's just barely taken the offered cigarette with a quiet, gruff 'thanks' when his eyes flick up at footsteps in the building and he turns to look at-- ]
[ jeff. god. what a fucking relief. david watches him move through the room, eyes bright and more focused than he's been on anything so far. he looks good, has he always looked that good? probably. the stress of the situation almost visibly eases out of him as he watches the other man approach. (honestly he's more or less forgotten billy's even there.) at the same time though, david feels like he's heating up all over again, feels sweat trickle down the back of his neck and it sends a shiver up his spine in response. ]
[ he's too focused on jeff to think much of it though, a frown on his face when jeff reaches for him and doesn't touch him, barely even hearing the words coming out of his mouth, his gaze falls to jeff's hands. stares at them like he can will them to move just by thinking at them enough — just touch him. please. he's been aching for it since he uncorked that stupid bottle. ]
[ and now jeff isn't paying attention to him? david's tongue flicks out to wet his lips while he thinks, or tries to. he doesn't really get far with that before he's reaching out, one hand to jeff's neck and the other in the front of his shirt to pull him in aggressively for a kiss. ]
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[ jeff. god. what a fucking relief. david watches him move through the room, eyes bright and more focused than he's been on anything so far. he looks good, has he always looked that good? probably. the stress of the situation almost visibly eases out of him as he watches the other man approach. (honestly he's more or less forgotten billy's even there.) at the same time though, david feels like he's heating up all over again, feels sweat trickle down the back of his neck and it sends a shiver up his spine in response. ]
[ he's too focused on jeff to think much of it though, a frown on his face when jeff reaches for him and doesn't touch him, barely even hearing the words coming out of his mouth, his gaze falls to jeff's hands. stares at them like he can will them to move just by thinking at them enough — just touch him. please. he's been aching for it since he uncorked that stupid bottle. ]
[ and now jeff isn't paying attention to him? david's tongue flicks out to wet his lips while he thinks, or tries to. he doesn't really get far with that before he's reaching out, one hand to jeff's neck and the other in the front of his shirt to pull him in aggressively for a kiss. ]