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Everything shuts down, white-hot breaths pressing stamps against Teddy’s inner wrist as he makes a desperate last attempt at containing his eagerness. “Oh,” he gasps, and it doesn’t work. Not as he whines like a lame dog and his gaze is glazed over with cloudy detachment, jaw held ajar as blood runs to his skull and right back down to the soles of his shoes. He’s begun to shiver and shake but the room is burning up, his cheeks are scalding and his palms are running down Teddy’s chest and they’re slotted together like two quarters in a coin machine and he’s waiting for somebody to make the push, but it’s so hard. It’s so hard to try and forget what lies right outside their own world, this bubble of affection that can’t be popped unless provoked. “What a fucking waste of time,” crawls from the sliver of space above the carpet, departing words that lie defeated without any sort of knock to follow; our valiant Dismissive Boyfriend seems to flee the scene and has left his lost lover pinned up against a door by the man he’s been giving side-eye since the beginning of time. And to make it worse? Teddy speaks and Jo’s biting at his bottom lip, the dilated pupils of his stare morphing into big fat hearts, hands flat to the other’s ribs. “Want,” he nods with as much willpower as he can muster. Can’t bring himself to budge too much in this grip. “Want you,” it’s sickening how he leans in and leaves his mouth agape, tongue heavy as if tied to a cinderblock. He’s drowning. “Mean it.”
Teddy had been with several people before and yet nothing amounted to the intimacy that he felt just being so close to Jo, hands searching each other in a desperate way that would have anyone else thinking they were trying to memorize every sharp jut of bone and soft curve of flesh. The laugh he releases is more gasp than anything else, head shaking at Norman’s words, “He’s finally gone.” Despite the fact that there was no reason to keep their voices lowered any more, Teddy’s voice is still barely above the caliber of a hushed whisper. He liked the feeling of their conversation being just between them, despite their privacy. Before, Teddy had always thought that it’d been cheesy when people said they could get drunk off someone else, but just sharing the same space as Jo had him feeling light all around. “Yeah?” Touch to his ribs like a brand, it felt like a white hot pulse was vibrating around Jo’s hands, drawing Teddy in closer like opposing magnets in close proximity. Teddy’s mouth almost waters glancing at how deliciously beautiful the boy in front of him looks, pink lips glistening and parted and eyes lidded, pupils the size of dinner plates glancing at Teddy through thick lashes. “I’m -,” stopping himself before he can even continue, Teddy figures that actions speak louder than words. Hand still holding Jo’s face like it was the world’s most valuable China, he draws the boy in closer until their lips are merely a hair apart. Tongue poking out, Teddy laps at Jo’s full bottom lip in a quick movement, drinking in his taste. Satisfied, it’s then that he finally closes the gap, pressing their mouths together in a kiss that had Teddy breathless before it could even be considering a proper, movie worthy kiss. Hand still resting at Jo’s side, he took the opportunity to wrap it around the small of his back again, pulling the other in until they were completely flush. He hoped Jo couldn’t feel the way his hands shook, an intoxicating cocktail of nerves and excitement leaving Teddy unbelievably inebriated.