“And another thing- Mmph!”
Jake stopped, eyes wide, staring at Ryder’s face, too close, too blurry. Their lips pressed together. Jake’s tongue caught awkwardly against his teeth. Ryder’s lips smashed gracelessly to his face. Both their cheeks scrunched up together.
Jake’s hands on Ryder’s shoulders, Ryder’s own hands on Jake’s shoulders. Jake pushed Ryder away, eyes still wide, almost hurting from how dry and strained they were “What-? Why-?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Jake. Don’t you get it?! I wa- Hnn?”
This time it was Jake lunging in, too close, too hard, too fast. But perfectly clear. In a way nothing had ever needed to be. Jake wrapped his arms around Ryder’s back, pulling him flush, chest against chest.
When they broke minutes later, both of them sprawled across the bed, Ryder blinked up at him, and Jake swallowed the urge to kiss him again.
“I still don’t know, but I don’t think I really care anymore. I just- want. And I hate wanting. I’d much rather have. So, if it’s all the sa- Mmhmmm.” Jake smiled, pulling Ryder close again. This would work. They’d figure out the details later. Or not at all. They didn’t really matter anyways.
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