[ if jeff could easily reach his flashlight, he'd click it in david's face again just for that look he gives him, that stupid little knowing smirk. because it's conveniently out of reach, tucked away in his back pocket (and actually starting to get uncomfortable at this point), he settles for lightly thumping the back of his hand against david's chest as if telling him to cut it out, all without letting go of david's hand.
when david asks how long it's been, jeff takes his other hand off of david's back and leans back a little so he can look down at his own wrist - where there is, unsurprisingly, not a watch. just a bunch of black ink. jeff narrows his eyes anyway for a moment, then looks up at david with a casual shrug. ]
No idea. [ :). ] Hour, maybe?
[ which isn't a terribly long time for anyone to be gone looking for supplies or checking out whatever new bullshit's happened to crop up, but still. ]
[ what a goddamn comedian. david lips pull in an attempt not to laugh, but he can't help that he finds jeff's stupid jokes ridiculously charming. so his thoughts on the time are a small shake of his head as he brings his hand to jeff's cheek and uses it to guide him back in for another kiss. ]
[ so it hasn't been too long then, is the message jeff's getting when david pulls him back in for a kiss. jeff smiles against his mouth, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest as he winds his arm back around him, perfectly content to stay here for however long. whether that's until they're found, by michael or otherwise, or until they get tired of fooling around, who can say.
but that's a concern for later. for now, jeff sighs through his nose, using his arm around david to pull him close, their clasped hands between them keeping them from being completely flush, but it doesn't even cross jeff's mind to let go of his hand just so they can be that much closer.
gently, jeff catches david's lower lip with his teeth, licks tentatively at the seam of his mouth. ]
[ he's definitely been gone for hours and come back with shit all before, so david's not too worried. some survivors take off for suspiciously longer too (zarina), so david's more worried about getting caught, either by michael or someone who got it in their head to come snooping around haddonfield too. ]
[ though worried is a strong word for how little david is thinking about any of that, not with the way he presses himself up close all over again when jeff pulls his arm around him, not even giving a passing thought to their hands clasped between them. far more interested in reminding himself how jeff tastes like it's been longer than a couple of minutes. ]
[ eventually it's gotta stop though. david can feel them both slowing down, no idea how long they've been here but he doesn't care about it too much. slowly, like he's reticent (because he is,) david pulls away. but he sticks close enough to leave a kiss at the corner of jeff's mouth, another on the apple of his cheek, leaves his forehead pressed to jeff's temple when he speaks; low and rough. ]
We should probably head back.
[ he is in no way making even the slightest move to make that happen. ]
[ jeff can sense it too, that it's getting to be time for them to head back before their luck runs out. it feels like a goddamn miracle that they've gone this long uninterrupted, so while jeff also isn't all that thrilled to get out of here, he knows david's right.
but he also doesn't move right away, quietly pleased by david's gentle affections. he exhales, closes his eyes for a second and lingers in the moment. it's been... a really fucking long time since jeff's had a couple of enjoyable hours, and he's reluctant let it come to an end. when david suggests they should start making their way back to camp, jeff answers with a low note. he turns his head slightly so he can kiss david one more time, and murmurs, ]
[ david hums, a low, thoughtful noise. they really should go, he knows it, he knows they're pushing their luck the longer they stay here, but this is also just... nice. in a way that he hadn't even realised he's been missing since long before the fog. ]
You think they'd notice if we just didn't come back for a while? [ his eyes are closed, voice low, arm draped lazily over jeff's shoulder. ] Be nice to sleep in a real bed.
[ it probably says something about jeff that he actually pauses to consider the question. what is says about him is anyone's guess, but it's probably nothing good. absently, he runs his hand up david's back, loosely cups the back of his neck and then squeezes gently as he thinks about it.
it would be really nice to sleep in a real bed. really fucking nice. between the both of them, david's more likely to be noted as missing before jeff is, but the people who're close enough to david to notice his absence are also probably the people who know not to worry about him too quickly. jeff can't say if anyone would notice, isn't sure if anyone even saw them leave.
and what's the worst that could happen, honestly? they get some actually decent sleep for once for a couple hours before michael finds them? they die in their sleep? admittedly, jeff can't say being murdered in his sleep sounds... terrible. he likely wouldn't even know. and who knows, maybe they'll keep riding this wave of luck and nothing will happen to them at all. either way, the odds seem... not not in their favor.
how fucked up is it that he's willing to risk a knife in the gut to sleep in an actual bed? probably less fucked up than being trapped in an endless cycle of being hunted and slaughtered. jeff absently kneads the back of david's neck, wets his lips. he offers a half shrug. ]
People are gone from camp all the time. [ granted, it's usually because they've been summoned to a trial, but still. the pros of staying here are really starting to outweigh the cons the longer jeff thinks about it. ] Christ knows my back could use a break...
[ david lets out a soft little sigh at the hand up his back, the way jeff squeezes his neck that he's quickly becoming addicted to, tilts his head a little more towards jeff's while he waits for the result of whatever deliberation is going on in his head. ]
[ for his part, once the thought occurred david knew he'd be down if jeff was. any kind of comfort is fleeting here, it feels more than worth it to him to grab hold of this once the opportunity presents. lord knows he's done riskier shit for less, even when the threat of death was far more than a terrifying inconvenience. like if stubbing your toe came with a wash of existential dread. ]
[ when jeff finally speaks, david gives it a couple of moment's thought and then carefully slips off his lap onto the bed next to him, still holding his hand, which makes finding a way to lay down a little awkward but he'll manage. ]
C'mere then. [ he grins up at jeff. ] Been told I make a good pillow.
[ when david moves to slide out of his lap, jeff lets his hand skim from his neck to about halfway down his spine before david's out of his reach. he watches him curiously for a beat, still unsure about whether or not they've decided to stay. ultimately, it's up to david, in jeff's opinion - whatever he decides he wants to do, jeff's in, so long as it means he gets to commandeer a little more of his time.
david summons him, though. looks up at him and smiles and tells him to come here and something in jeff's chest vibrates a little. he can't help the quiet huff of a laugh that escapes him, nor can help the lopsided smile that tugs at one side of his mouth or the sad attempt to hide it. jeff shakes his head, lightly squeezing david's hand that's still tangled with his.
this is a stupid idea. jeff can admit that much, but it's probably not the stupidest idea either one of them has had by far. as far as jeff is concerned, the risk is worth the reward no matter how you spin it, at least this once. he raises his eyebrows slightly at david. ]
Mm? [ he's not questioning david's claim of being a good pillow, but merely acknowledging it. jeff starts to shift, working on getting more comfortable, all without letting go of david's hand. it's hard to tell if he even realizes he's still holding it. ] Not as impressive as a great pillow.
[ jeff says this nonchalantly, settles, glances at david again. ]
[ there's a beat before david actually reacts, a moment of internal panic that that's some kind of hint for him to get or something, but when it passes it's washed away with a scoff and a roll of his eyes that do nothing to hide the slight smile creeping in at the edges that give away how charming he finds jeff, dumb jokes or not. ]
[ he evidently hasn't forgotten they're holding hands either, not with the way david tugs on jeff's a little pointedly and raises his eyebrows. ]
Can't sleep on yourself though, can you?
[ he would like to have this man in his arms asap, and if anything he thinks he deserves it. ]
[ jeff tilts his head slightly, his mouth pulling downward at the corners a bit like he's really, genuinely considering the logistics of being able to sleep on himself, though its really just for david's entertainment. in the end, he sighs like he's conceding to the point, absently squeezing david's hand when he tugs on jeff's.
and then he loosens his grip, carefully eases his his hand out of david's, and only pauses for a moment before sitting up a bit. then, with only a little bit of uncertainty, he reaches back over his shoulders and grabs two handfuls of his shirt, pulling it off over his head and reaching slightly to drop it with david's.
if they're going to hang out here and try to get some - normal sleep in a normal(ish) bed, he might as well make the most of it, right? it only makes sense try and be as comfortable as possible, and if he were back home, for real, in his own bed, he wouldn't be sleeping (or attempting to sleep) in a shirt.
jeff clears his throat quietly, then attempts to settle again. ]
[ david pulls a bit of a face when jeff slips his hand out of his grip, but he's instantly mollified when he realises why jeff had to let go of his hand, because that's something david is keenly interested in. though he does jeff the kindness of not staring, buthis gaze does immediately drop to take in jeff's body when he drops the shirt — nothing necessarily surprising about it except maybe the number of tattoos he's managed to fit in there, but that doesn't mean david's any less interested — he knows jeff's baseline is already pretty high when it comes to his anxiety, and david's suddenly aware that this is stuff he doesn't know about jeff. he has no idea how he feels about his own body, in isolation or comparatively, but regardless of the answer he feels like having someone shamelessly check him out might be a lot right now. or maybe that's david's own baggage creeping up around the corners. ]
[ not that david can completely hide that that's what he's doing, but jeff isn't exactly sat up for long and david reaches out with an arm to welcome jeff back to the bed. he's laying on his back for now, but he'll move however to accommodate jeff, mostly fighting the urge to put his hands all over him until they have this arrangement sorted. ]
[ the thing about jeff is that he doesn't really care too much about what people think about him, both in general and in a more... intimate sense, but it didn't always used to be that way. when he was younger, a teenager and even a bit into his very early twenties, he gave a damn. people perceived him as intimidating when he was just - quiet, they saw him as stoic when he was just introverted. unattractive, because of the gnarly scar bisecting his left eye, his scattering of tattoos. it used to bother him, a little bit, being judged, but he learned to pour his attention in his time into other, less anxiety-triggering things.
but he's also changed a lot, from then to now. taller by far, and nowhere near as lean or as gangling as he used to be. softer. and he's fine with that, comfortable for the most part, even, but it's hard not to feel at least a little bit vulnerable in the moment. jeff likes david, a lot. it's hard not to think about whether david will still be as into him as he seems, now that he's seen more of him.
but jeff tries. he comes back to david and he focuses instead on the fact that for the first time in what feels like eternity at this point, he might get to sleep for a couple of hours in an actual bed. uninterrupted, if they're lucky. it takes jeff a few beats to figure out how exactly he wants to settle, but eventually he ends up on his side, nudged up close to david, and he puts an arm over him and his cheek on his shoulder. ]
[ david smiles, warm and happy when jeff finally settles. lightly trails his fingertips in lines up and down jeff's back and puts his other hand lightly on jeff's forearm, turns his head to kiss the top of jeff's. this is as close to a perfect moment as it could possibly get, and david shifts a little to be able to encourage jeff to curl up to him a little closer if that's even possible. ]
[ easily encouraged and steadily easing into being comfortable, jeff breathes in, then lets it all go in a long, heavy exhale, thumb smoothing an aimless line over one of david's ribs. he inches closer, moves in until he's... practically half on david, draped over him with his face half tucked into his neck, arm flung across his middle.
part of him is mildly anxious just because it's been a while since he's slept in the same bed as someone else, but also because he's a little worried about crossing boundaries. still thinking about the way david had tensed up a little, the first time they had kissed, the mildly panicked look in his eyes before he took off to find a gate. jeff has more context now for that moment, but it doesn't mean it's not still in the back of his mind.
but part of him is... unexpectedly content, too. unwilling to let his anxiety ruin something good. jeff tilts his head up just an inch, just enough so he can kiss the side of david's throat. ]
[ this isn't getting caught up in a moment and letting himself get carried away with something he's tried desperately to keep under wraps, every moment of this has been a choice that he's thought through and made. as much as some part of his mind is loud about its worry over being seen — especially over the idea that ghost face is out there deciding to take photos — he is as calm and content in this moment as he can possibly be. ]
[ david makes a soft, happy noise at jeff's lips on his throat, wraps his arm around him to hold him close and tight — testing the waters a little, maybe, to see what jeff's comfortable with. he closes his eyes on a sigh and brings his other hand up to card his fingers into the front of jeff's hair, to comb his fingers through it as they settle in. ]
[ when david pushes his fingers through his hair, any tension jeff might have still been carrying feels like it melts off and away from him, his body going loose and lax, full weight blanketed over david. jeff's eyes slide closed and he sighs, a quiet, content note skating on the ends of his exhale, and he absently rubs his hand up and down the far side of david's rib cage.
it's probably obvious by now that jeff likes having his hair touched - or maybe he just likes it when david does it, who knows - but it's different like this. it puts him at ease far quicker than it should, helps him relax probably more than he's allowed himself to relax in a long time. jeff opens his eyes half way, traces a lazy pattern with his fingertips against david's ribs, and he murmurs. ]
Gonna put me to sleep real fast if you keep doing that.
[ that's not a complaint by any means, just a fair warning. ]
[ david's laugh is silent save for the low rumble in his chest and he turns his head toward jeff's with a gentle sigh, still running his fingers through jeff's hair in slow, repetitive motions. ]
[ jeff laughs too, though it's lazy and more of a quick exhale of breath out through his nose and a half smile against david's throat. he flattens his hand out against david's side and makes a soft sound of protest, idling for a moment in the rise and fall of david's chest under his palm. ]
Mm. Kinda'd like to enjoy this for more than twenty seconds though.
[ that's a little bit of an exaggeration - jeff wouldn't drift out that quickly, but there's no denying how comfortable he is already, how easily he could nod off if he didn't fight it. that being said though, he adds: ]
[ it's an amused mumble, and david scratches his fingers lightly against a spot on the back of jeff's head affectionately (you know, like one might with a cat or a dog) and continues playing with jeff's hair. something about it is a little calming for him too, a comfortable repetition to let his mind idle and focus in on the warm body halfway on him and his even breaths. ]
[ he almost says something about finding a way to do this again soon, but david worries about both being too presumptuous and about jinxing it, so he keeps that thought to himself. ]
[ it's truly unfair that david managed to find one of jeff's biggest weaknesses this quickly, but... honestly, jeff can't really complain. the gentle scratching at his scalp pulls another low, contented hum from him, deep enough that it could almost, comically, be considered a purr. jeff flexes his fingers against david's side, lets his eyes close again.
and for a minute or two, he's content to just lay there in the silence, warm and comfortable and surprisingly relaxed considering the extremely high risk that comes with what they're doing. by all accounts, his anxiety should be through the roof - and that's not to say he's not anxious at all, but all things considered, it's pretty baseline.
eventually though, jeff's idle petting of david's ribs pauses, and he tenses the slightest bit for the briefest moment. he shifts his head an inch, tilts his chin up a bit like he's trying to look up at david, but all he can really see is the edge of his jaw and the side of his face. ]
Is this— [ he cuts himself off, clears his throat. jeff's voice is low, barely a murmur. ] ... You comfortable? I can - move. If.
[ david is, once those few minutes pass, starting to drift off himself. his breathing evening out, surprisingly calm and content all things considered. even in less intimate moments, jeff's presence is usually a calming influence though, david couldn't really say why, but it makes this far easier than it should be. ]
[ when jeff speaks it startles him a little, something that tapers into a soft and quiet laugh as david makes an attempt to turn his head enough to press a kiss to whatever part of jeff is most accessible. his forehead, probably. ]
[ when david startles, jeff gives his side a gentle, apologetic squeeze, immediately placated by the kiss pressed to his forehead. david wasn't that far off with his comment about feeling like a couple of kids, because that's really how jeff's feeling, but in the best way.
satisfied that he's not imposing or being... unbearable by being too tactile, jeff relaxes again. settles into david, breathes in, and then out nice and slow, hand at david's side curling into a loose fist so he can lazily drag his knuckles back and forth along his rib cage. the steady rise and fall of david's chest, the soft sound of his breathing, the fingers tangled in his hair, the comfort and security of being alone but with someone he trusts explicitly - all of it is enough lull jeff closer toward sleep pretty easily, and though he does try to fight it for a good minute or two, just to linger in the moment for that much longer, sleep does eventually pull him under. ]
[ david probably wasn't once ever this relaxed as a teenager, which is probably kind of sad, but what can you do. he probably wouldn't have appreciated it back then anyway, not like this. the way the sensation of jeff's knuckles moving against his side pulls him back to where he was before jeff spoke, quietly drifting off as easy as if he was in his own bed. easier, probably. ]
[ when he does wake up some hours later, it's with a gentle, cresting surprise as awareness of where he is forms slowly. not the dark of the woods, but the dingy lights of a house in haddonfield. the weight of a body on his that makes him smile when he remembers who it is, and david turns his head to nose lightly at jeff's hair. ]
[ in his time in the fog, jeff's become somewhat of a light sleeper, but something about being in a real bed, warm and comfortable and cuddled up close with someone makes him nearly dead (ha) the world. the couple of hours he manages to sleep for are probably some of the best he's had in a long-ass time, and he doesn't wake once. not until david noses at his hair anyway, as gentle as it is.
jeff breathes in deep though his nose, a little sharper than usual, gently startled awake. he tenses briefly; it takes him a couple of seconds of bleary blinking into the side of david's neck to piece together where he is and who he's with, and when it all clicks into place, he relaxes again with a soft exhale. he slides his hand up david's side, drags it back down. ]
Mn. Okay?
[ his voice is low and rough with sleep, but there's tiny thread of concern laced into his tone, like he's worried david might have been woken by something, and they need to get up and go, instead of waking naturally. he has no idea how long its been, but honestly, he's just surprised they're not waking up in a pool of blood or worse. ]
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when david asks how long it's been, jeff takes his other hand off of david's back and leans back a little so he can look down at his own wrist - where there is, unsurprisingly, not a watch. just a bunch of black ink. jeff narrows his eyes anyway for a moment, then looks up at david with a casual shrug. ]
No idea. [ :). ] Hour, maybe?
[ which isn't a terribly long time for anyone to be gone looking for supplies or checking out whatever new bullshit's happened to crop up, but still. ]
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but that's a concern for later. for now, jeff sighs through his nose, using his arm around david to pull him close, their clasped hands between them keeping them from being completely flush, but it doesn't even cross jeff's mind to let go of his hand just so they can be that much closer.
gently, jeff catches david's lower lip with his teeth, licks tentatively at the seam of his mouth. ]
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[ though worried is a strong word for how little david is thinking about any of that, not with the way he presses himself up close all over again when jeff pulls his arm around him, not even giving a passing thought to their hands clasped between them. far more interested in reminding himself how jeff tastes like it's been longer than a couple of minutes. ]
[ eventually it's gotta stop though. david can feel them both slowing down, no idea how long they've been here but he doesn't care about it too much. slowly, like he's reticent (because he is,) david pulls away. but he sticks close enough to leave a kiss at the corner of jeff's mouth, another on the apple of his cheek, leaves his forehead pressed to jeff's temple when he speaks; low and rough. ]
We should probably head back.
[ he is in no way making even the slightest move to make that happen. ]
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but he also doesn't move right away, quietly pleased by david's gentle affections. he exhales, closes his eyes for a second and lingers in the moment. it's been... a really fucking long time since jeff's had a couple of enjoyable hours, and he's reluctant let it come to an end. when david suggests they should start making their way back to camp, jeff answers with a low note. he turns his head slightly so he can kiss david one more time, and murmurs, ]
Can't go anywhere until you do.
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You think they'd notice if we just didn't come back for a while? [ his eyes are closed, voice low, arm draped lazily over jeff's shoulder. ] Be nice to sleep in a real bed.
[ hahaha j/k... unless..... ]
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it would be really nice to sleep in a real bed. really fucking nice. between the both of them, david's more likely to be noted as missing before jeff is, but the people who're close enough to david to notice his absence are also probably the people who know not to worry about him too quickly. jeff can't say if anyone would notice, isn't sure if anyone even saw them leave.
and what's the worst that could happen, honestly? they get some actually decent sleep for once for a couple hours before michael finds them? they die in their sleep? admittedly, jeff can't say being murdered in his sleep sounds... terrible. he likely wouldn't even know. and who knows, maybe they'll keep riding this wave of luck and nothing will happen to them at all. either way, the odds seem... not not in their favor.
how fucked up is it that he's willing to risk a knife in the gut to sleep in an actual bed? probably less fucked up than being trapped in an endless cycle of being hunted and slaughtered. jeff absently kneads the back of david's neck, wets his lips. he offers a half shrug. ]
People are gone from camp all the time. [ granted, it's usually because they've been summoned to a trial, but still. the pros of staying here are really starting to outweigh the cons the longer jeff thinks about it. ] Christ knows my back could use a break...
[ ha ha. jk. un. less. ]
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[ for his part, once the thought occurred david knew he'd be down if jeff was. any kind of comfort is fleeting here, it feels more than worth it to him to grab hold of this once the opportunity presents. lord knows he's done riskier shit for less, even when the threat of death was far more than a terrifying inconvenience. like if stubbing your toe came with a wash of existential dread. ]
[ when jeff finally speaks, david gives it a couple of moment's thought and then carefully slips off his lap onto the bed next to him, still holding his hand, which makes finding a way to lay down a little awkward but he'll manage. ]
C'mere then. [ he grins up at jeff. ] Been told I make a good pillow.
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david summons him, though. looks up at him and smiles and tells him to come here and something in jeff's chest vibrates a little. he can't help the quiet huff of a laugh that escapes him, nor can help the lopsided smile that tugs at one side of his mouth or the sad attempt to hide it. jeff shakes his head, lightly squeezing david's hand that's still tangled with his.
this is a stupid idea. jeff can admit that much, but it's probably not the stupidest idea either one of them has had by far. as far as jeff is concerned, the risk is worth the reward no matter how you spin it, at least this once. he raises his eyebrows slightly at david. ]
Mm? [ he's not questioning david's claim of being a good pillow, but merely acknowledging it. jeff starts to shift, working on getting more comfortable, all without letting go of david's hand. it's hard to tell if he even realizes he's still holding it. ] Not as impressive as a great pillow.
[ jeff says this nonchalantly, settles, glances at david again. ]
That's me. By the way.
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[ he evidently hasn't forgotten they're holding hands either, not with the way david tugs on jeff's a little pointedly and raises his eyebrows. ]
Can't sleep on yourself though, can you?
[ he would like to have this man in his arms asap, and if anything he thinks he deserves it. ]
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and then he loosens his grip, carefully eases his his hand out of david's, and only pauses for a moment before sitting up a bit. then, with only a little bit of uncertainty, he reaches back over his shoulders and grabs two handfuls of his shirt, pulling it off over his head and reaching slightly to drop it with david's.
if they're going to hang out here and try to get some - normal sleep in a normal(ish) bed, he might as well make the most of it, right? it only makes sense try and be as comfortable as possible, and if he were back home, for real, in his own bed, he wouldn't be sleeping (or attempting to sleep) in a shirt.
jeff clears his throat quietly, then attempts to settle again. ]
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[ not that david can completely hide that that's what he's doing, but jeff isn't exactly sat up for long and david reaches out with an arm to welcome jeff back to the bed. he's laying on his back for now, but he'll move however to accommodate jeff, mostly fighting the urge to put his hands all over him until they have this arrangement sorted. ]
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but he's also changed a lot, from then to now. taller by far, and nowhere near as lean or as gangling as he used to be. softer. and he's fine with that, comfortable for the most part, even, but it's hard not to feel at least a little bit vulnerable in the moment. jeff likes david, a lot. it's hard not to think about whether david will still be as into him as he seems, now that he's seen more of him.
but jeff tries. he comes back to david and he focuses instead on the fact that for the first time in what feels like eternity at this point, he might get to sleep for a couple of hours in an actual bed. uninterrupted, if they're lucky. it takes jeff a few beats to figure out how exactly he wants to settle, but eventually he ends up on his side, nudged up close to david, and he puts an arm over him and his cheek on his shoulder. ]
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part of him is mildly anxious just because it's been a while since he's slept in the same bed as someone else, but also because he's a little worried about crossing boundaries. still thinking about the way david had tensed up a little, the first time they had kissed, the mildly panicked look in his eyes before he took off to find a gate. jeff has more context now for that moment, but it doesn't mean it's not still in the back of his mind.
but part of him is... unexpectedly content, too. unwilling to let his anxiety ruin something good. jeff tilts his head up just an inch, just enough so he can kiss the side of david's throat. ]
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[ david makes a soft, happy noise at jeff's lips on his throat, wraps his arm around him to hold him close and tight — testing the waters a little, maybe, to see what jeff's comfortable with. he closes his eyes on a sigh and brings his other hand up to card his fingers into the front of jeff's hair, to comb his fingers through it as they settle in. ]
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it's probably obvious by now that jeff likes having his hair touched - or maybe he just likes it when david does it, who knows - but it's different like this. it puts him at ease far quicker than it should, helps him relax probably more than he's allowed himself to relax in a long time. jeff opens his eyes half way, traces a lazy pattern with his fingertips against david's ribs, and he murmurs. ]
Gonna put me to sleep real fast if you keep doing that.
[ that's not a complaint by any means, just a fair warning. ]
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That's kinda the point.
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Mm. Kinda'd like to enjoy this for more than twenty seconds though.
[ that's a little bit of an exaggeration - jeff wouldn't drift out that quickly, but there's no denying how comfortable he is already, how easily he could nod off if he didn't fight it. that being said though, he adds: ]
But don't stop.
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[ it's an amused mumble, and david scratches his fingers lightly against a spot on the back of jeff's head affectionately (you know, like one might with a cat or a dog) and continues playing with jeff's hair. something about it is a little calming for him too, a comfortable repetition to let his mind idle and focus in on the warm body halfway on him and his even breaths. ]
[ he almost says something about finding a way to do this again soon, but david worries about both being too presumptuous and about jinxing it, so he keeps that thought to himself. ]
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and for a minute or two, he's content to just lay there in the silence, warm and comfortable and surprisingly relaxed considering the extremely high risk that comes with what they're doing. by all accounts, his anxiety should be through the roof - and that's not to say he's not anxious at all, but all things considered, it's pretty baseline.
eventually though, jeff's idle petting of david's ribs pauses, and he tenses the slightest bit for the briefest moment. he shifts his head an inch, tilts his chin up a bit like he's trying to look up at david, but all he can really see is the edge of his jaw and the side of his face. ]
Is this— [ he cuts himself off, clears his throat. jeff's voice is low, barely a murmur. ] ... You comfortable? I can - move. If.
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[ when jeff speaks it startles him a little, something that tapers into a soft and quiet laugh as david makes an attempt to turn his head enough to press a kiss to whatever part of jeff is most accessible. his forehead, probably. ]
Yeah, I'm comfortable.
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satisfied that he's not imposing or being... unbearable by being too tactile, jeff relaxes again. settles into david, breathes in, and then out nice and slow, hand at david's side curling into a loose fist so he can lazily drag his knuckles back and forth along his rib cage. the steady rise and fall of david's chest, the soft sound of his breathing, the fingers tangled in his hair, the comfort and security of being alone but with someone he trusts explicitly - all of it is enough lull jeff closer toward sleep pretty easily, and though he does try to fight it for a good minute or two, just to linger in the moment for that much longer, sleep does eventually pull him under. ]
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[ when he does wake up some hours later, it's with a gentle, cresting surprise as awareness of where he is forms slowly. not the dark of the woods, but the dingy lights of a house in haddonfield. the weight of a body on his that makes him smile when he remembers who it is, and david turns his head to nose lightly at jeff's hair. ]
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jeff breathes in deep though his nose, a little sharper than usual, gently startled awake. he tenses briefly; it takes him a couple of seconds of bleary blinking into the side of david's neck to piece together where he is and who he's with, and when it all clicks into place, he relaxes again with a soft exhale. he slides his hand up david's side, drags it back down. ]
Mn. Okay?
[ his voice is low and rough with sleep, but there's tiny thread of concern laced into his tone, like he's worried david might have been woken by something, and they need to get up and go, instead of waking naturally. he has no idea how long its been, but honestly, he's just surprised they're not waking up in a pool of blood or worse. ]
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i hate these idiots
leave them alone they're doing their best
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