Adam pressed closer, feeling like he could melt into the heat that Jack was giving off. It seeped inside him to all the cold places until he wanted to just be a part of it for a moment longer, and then a moment after that as well. If he could, perhaps the rest could really go away. The stress of failure, the rudderless existence creeping back on him in a way it hadn't in 400 years. The feel of the grave close around him and the darkness on the other side that seemed to merge with that inside of him.
All of it could just melt, he thought, flowing out of him and away, somewhere, leaving him clean and pure and pressed tight in strong arms, teased by a talented tongue.
He slid his hand down to Jack's neck, curling there lightly, feeling the heat of his skin while he kissed him back, more hungry, more needing, more wanting to imprint him onto himself, and let the rest of it just disappear.
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Date: 2007-12-16 07:48 am (UTC)All of it could just melt, he thought, flowing out of him and away, somewhere, leaving him clean and pure and pressed tight in strong arms, teased by a talented tongue.
He slid his hand down to Jack's neck, curling there lightly, feeling the heat of his skin while he kissed him back, more hungry, more needing, more wanting to imprint him onto himself, and let the rest of it just disappear.