I want the K!
11. Collarbone Kiss
"Told ya’ I’d win," James boasted, his hands holding the male's forearms down on plush cushions, continuing to straddle Wesley waist. Without a doubt, they were rough housing, yet again. With most plans, it wasn't totally uncommon James was to blame for the things that happened between the pair, being the more confident one of the two, and especially how they both got himself in their current position - Grabby hands battling with each other, teenage bodies twisting and turning on the old sunken-in couch that was entirely too small for these kind of activities. It was something he was always initiates, but of course, always all talk and no bite, he loses, every single time. Wes has been on a winning streak since the beginning, something James claimed he let happen, and has been waiting to change that. And, surprisingly, he broke the record, allowing a content smirk to be shown wide and a little too proudly. Obviously, he was going to be a little shit about this win.
Shifting his stance, he took in a much needed breath. He wasn't going to keep him captive for so long, someone was bound to walk down in the den any minute and catch them in the act any minute. It was risky, knowing whatever they were doing certainly wasn't very soon-to-be step brothers appropriate, but fuck it. Either way, they were still dating -- Hell, they met each other before their parents did, and a stupid marriage wasn't going change anything, especially how he felt for the other.
It was hard to move away, anyways; looking down at the brunet and taking in his beauty. A light sheen of sweat was already coating his body, shallow breaths that made his chest heave in a way he found oddly attractive to watch. It was the fucking collarbone, though, that had James’ mouth run dry. He was gawking, unable to tear his eyes from the tank that ever so slightly pulled down, exposing bare skin that was waiting to be touched. He just had to—
He dipped his head, enough that he swear he could Wes’ quickening heartbeat through his chest. “Just.. stay still, yeah?” he whispered, locking sincere eyes that were in a way trying to ask for permission to proceed. Receiving a nod, that was the only answer he needed before placing a gentle kiss on his lips, trailing down to meet the crook of his neck. He was leaving soft butterfly kisses against the warm skin, wandering hands going on their own adventure at the boy's sides, using only feathery touches in an attempt to relax him. He was so stiff and quiet under him, too much for his liking. Hoping to receive some sort of reaction from him, he started giving his boyfriend open mouth kisses, softly nipping at the flesh which cause a gasp to elicit from the male. The teen paused.
"You alright up there?
It was a stupid question, asked out of sheer cockiness for his own enjoyment. He just liked messing the hell out of the boy a tad too much, which he was sure was considered fair. Who even gave Wesley the right to be this good looking, anyways? Emitting a breathless chuckle, James flickered his gaze back down, going right back to his handy work -- Paying close attention to the prominent bone that caught his eye earlier, slowly teasingly him with his teeth and tongue on the particular area.
Pulling back, examining the results, he laughed; it was light and a bit giggly, but it managed to fill the dry air of the small room, making the voices of the television sound under a low buzz. Rocking back towards the other end of the couch, he allowed Wesley to sit up, grin and all making a reappearance on his features.
"Well, I think that makes up for me winning, yeah? But I'm pretty sure you're going to be wearing scarves for quite a while," he snickered, briefly.
Cue the innocent look, well, right before swooping back in for another peck, that is.
