* // cont.
it’s easy to lean into bittle’s touch, palm skimming along the blond’s back in slow, circular motions. and jack lingers there, in that moment of peace and comfort and home. it really is too early. and he hadn’t slept well. but it all falls away when he looks at the boy with sun in his hair.
arms wind around bittle’s frame and the kiss is returned, gently, lazily before they both pull away. one look around the kitchen and jack knows bittle hadn’t gotten much sleep either. it’s stress cooking, something his boyfriend usually does when all other coping mechanisms fail him.
“ i have practice in a few hours. thought i could go for a quick run before that. ” sleeves are already piled up as jack steps further into their kitchen; there is no way he’ll let bittle handle all these dishes alone.
“ i’d ask you to join me, but... i see you’re a little busy at the moment. ” laugh bubbles up, but the curled up corners of his mouth fall a little. “ -------- bits, you okay? ”
