his back hit the wall with relative force, enough to push a breath out of his lungs, hands flailing slightly. eyes widened with almost fear as isaac’s hands grabbed the front of his shirt, holding him against the wall. jackson waited for something, anything, with bated breath. he expected to be hit, or kicked, or slapped. something that wasn’t what happened next.
a surprised moan rumbled in the back of jackson’s throat when isaac planted soft lips to his own, making his back bow slightly from the wall. his hands found their home in isaac’s curls, tugging slightly at the locks with almost need and desperation. his hands grasped at isaac’s hair a little harder, forcing him to stay right where he was, a small whine escaping through parted lips.