Skin Hunger - Headcanon
HEADCANONS FOR JIM MASON BEING TOUCH-STARVED
Warning: Pure sweetness, angst and fluff! PG - 13
Request by: anyone who wanted/contributed to the touch-starved head canon idea on Jim Day!
A/N: Inspo has struck me tonight and I know some of you have been owed these ever since Jim Day! Jim Mason is touch-starved and craving anything he can get.
(Gif by @bills-skarsgards)
It comes along as a sickness. Jim starts to look ill after a while, his face whiter than usual and the bags under his eyes become more pronounced, especially under firelight…but he acts perfectly healthy. He’s kicked the drugs, but sometimes it looks like he’s back on them or even worse than when he was.
Jim’s fingers tap on his desk at school, his ankle drums against the side of his surfboard, Jim’s eyes rove everywhere searching for anyone. He’s constantly distracted and you often catch him with a far-away look in his eyes, it’s as if he’s longing for something. But what?
You’re just hanging out with you social circle at lunch when Jim arrives and sits next to you, his shoulder purposefully brushing up against yours. You eat while socialising as normal, Jim throwing himself into every conversation with gusto, but his eyes flick whenever anyone moves close to him. In your distraction you drop your fork and both you and Jim reach down to collect it. Your fingers brush and you catch the shiver that rolls down Jim’s spine.
The rest of lunch ticks by without you being able to focus on anything but Jim and you soon realise he’s going out of his way to try and be touched. He’s seeking moments where he can have some contact, pushing Heather’s hair out of her eyes, high-fiving Alex, making certain your fingers touch when he passes you a napkin.
You take a chance and rest your hand over Jim’s. He jumps at once but doesn’t remove his hand as you invite him to a study session later that day. Jim agrees, trying to downplay his eagerness as his fingers flex underneath yours.
Jim seems nervous the entire session and he still looks sick. You ask him about what’s going on at home and Jim says it’s just the usual crap, but ever since Medina started living with her Dad you know Jim’s been suffering. Your hand finds his again and Jim latches on, your fingers trapped in his while you both work. He exhales a slow breath, his hand gliding over yours. It’s a nice sensation and you watch as Jim basks in it, a breath of relief escaping his lips.
Opportunity to help Jim doesn’t present itself often. You two aren’t that close, not with Heather sniffing around him. But she doesn’t know what you’ve discovered – Jim Mason is completely touch-starved. He didn’t let you go in that study session till you insisted and even then he walked you to your car, hand in hand.
Finally a moment comes along. You catch Jim with his arms wrapped around himself, his hands stroking at his arms at a party. He doesn’t socialise with anyone and keeps to himself unless he absolutely has to. His eyes catch yours and Jim makes his way over and he pulls you in for a hug. You let him because he needs it. You both need someone to hold onto.
It’s as if something bursts between you after that. You and Jim sneak away from the party and into the garden, sitting down in the grass. You take his favourite jacket off and run your hands up his arms, watching Jim’s mouth drop in delight as he savours your touch on his skin.
The words tumble out of his mouth, I’m so damn lonely. You bring him into you and Jim has you wrap your legs around him. To anyone who discovers you it looks sexual, but it’s not remotely. You just hold onto each other, your head resting against his, your chin on his shoulder as your hands run up and down his back, Jim making appreciative little noises as you go.
He can’t hide his smile from you after that and Jim actively seeks you out whenever he craves some contact. You’re more than happy to oblige the sweet boy, who shyly drops his hand in your lap or leans his head on your shoulder.
You’re both getting braver, until one day when it’s really bad and you’ve taken Jim to the local MacDonalds. Your milkshakes are forgotten as you kiss Jim’s cheeks and don’t stop as his hands drop low on your back. You travel kisses all over his face till Jim catches your lips with his. Your hands run into his hair, just how Jim loves and he crashes himself against you, demanding more and the rush of stimulation, of skin on skin contact is exhilarating.
Your lips don’t part from each other once you’re at Jim’s house, kissing all the way from the front door to the bedroom as Jim discards your clothes till you’re both in your underwear. You let him take all he desires that night and while you don’t make love just yet, it feels as if you have. You’ve never felt closer to a boy, Jim’s strong arms wrapping tight around you as his head settles on your breasts. He presses a kiss to your collar bone and you feel drugged. Your lips meet each other’s lazily, kissing long into the night, allowing the hazy addiction of your touches to settle deep into your skin, your bones and your souls.
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