[ david's voice doesn't necessarily startle jeff, but it does make his heart skip a beat for a moment. immediately, he assumes something's wrong, his fingers at david's back unlinking slightly so there's room for david to get away, get some space if that's what he needs. when david sits back, jeff pointedly ignores the dull, guilty twist in his stomach, focused entirely on david instead.
for whatever reason, david's next move is not one jeff expects - but not one he can he's not very into, either. his eyebrows lift slightly when david starts pulling off his shirt, hands moving off of him to get out of the way and make it that much easier. it's not the first time jeff's seen him without a shirt, and even if they weren't tangled up in whatever this new thing is, it probably wouldn't be the last, either, with how often he turns up in trial without one.
but it feels different. it feels deliberate, significant. jeff wouldn't go so far as to say it's for him, but there's a difference between turning up in a trial without a shirt in front of four other people, and taking it off on purpose in front of just one. there's a difference between wandering off into the woods to go blow off some steam by working out, keeping cool without a shirt - and this.
jeff smiles faintly at david, and the first thing he looks at is not david's newly bared torso, but his eyes. partly checking in to make sure he's all right, and partly just because jeff likes them. when his hands settle back on david again, he puts one of them back over the dip of david's spine and brings the other one up to gently cup the side of his neck, thumb tucked beside the hinge of his jaw. jeff leans in to kiss him softly, light and brief, and when he pulls away again, he skims his hand down from david's neck. ghosts his fingertips along a collar bone, thumbs at the hollow of his throat. spreads his fingers and pulls his palm down to the center of david's chest where he just... stops.
it's too much to say that he's fascinated with the proof of life under his palm - the rise and fall of david's chest as he breathes, the dull but present heartbeat, maybe a little quicker than david expects - but it's easy for him to get distracted by it. comforted by it, even.
jeff looks up again, takes a breath of his own, because he hadn't realized he'd stopped for a moment. he offers another one of those ghosts of a smile and tilts his chin up for a kiss. ]
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for whatever reason, david's next move is not one jeff expects - but not one he can he's not very into, either. his eyebrows lift slightly when david starts pulling off his shirt, hands moving off of him to get out of the way and make it that much easier. it's not the first time jeff's seen him without a shirt, and even if they weren't tangled up in whatever this new thing is, it probably wouldn't be the last, either, with how often he turns up in trial without one.
but it feels different. it feels deliberate, significant. jeff wouldn't go so far as to say it's for him, but there's a difference between turning up in a trial without a shirt in front of four other people, and taking it off on purpose in front of just one. there's a difference between wandering off into the woods to go blow off some steam by working out, keeping cool without a shirt - and this.
jeff smiles faintly at david, and the first thing he looks at is not david's newly bared torso, but his eyes. partly checking in to make sure he's all right, and partly just because jeff likes them. when his hands settle back on david again, he puts one of them back over the dip of david's spine and brings the other one up to gently cup the side of his neck, thumb tucked beside the hinge of his jaw. jeff leans in to kiss him softly, light and brief, and when he pulls away again, he skims his hand down from david's neck. ghosts his fingertips along a collar bone, thumbs at the hollow of his throat. spreads his fingers and pulls his palm down to the center of david's chest where he just... stops.
it's too much to say that he's fascinated with the proof of life under his palm - the rise and fall of david's chest as he breathes, the dull but present heartbeat, maybe a little quicker than david expects - but it's easy for him to get distracted by it. comforted by it, even.
jeff looks up again, takes a breath of his own, because he hadn't realized he'd stopped for a moment. he offers another one of those ghosts of a smile and tilts his chin up for a kiss. ]