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Let me lay back, arms behind my head as I watch you ride me so well, pretty girl…
Save a pillow, ride a butch.
“Dave?”
“Sorry,” Davey murmurs, shuffling around again. “My leg’s just cramping up, I’m fine.”
Jack moves closer, opening his arms and shifting his knees further apart.
“C’mere,” he beckons, tugging Davey along by the shirt sleeve until he’s settling into the new space Jack’s created for him—sitting in the vee of Jack’s legs, leaning back against his chest. “How’s that? Better?”
Davey carefully lowers himself down, letting his head rest just under Jack’s chin, and relaxes in with a soft sigh.
“Better,” he agrees. “Thanks Jackie.”
“Of course, sweetheart,” Jack says.
Davey stills.
“You cold?” Jack asks. “Here, lemme…”
He adjusts their cocoon of blankets, his arms coming up to wrap around Davey’s torso—warm and strong and secure.
“How’s that?”
“Perfect,” Davey whispers.
The movie continues, lights and color and action and sound, but Davey processes none of it, captivated by the gentle rise and fall of Jack’s chest beneath his cheek, the comforting heat of his body, the echo of his voice in his ear.
Unable to help himself, unable to just let things lie, he says, “Sweetheart.”
“What?” Jack asks, distracted.
“You called me sweetheart,” Davey says.
He feels more than hears Jack’s breath hitch in his throat, his hands curling a hair tighter around Davey’s waist before settling again.
He waits for Jack to take it back.
“I did,” Jack agrees instead, his words careful and measured. “Do you mind it?”
Davey breathes in and breathes out, finding the zipper of Jack’s hoodie and working it between his fingers. Jack sits patiently, rubbing soft circles along the his back as he waits for him to gather his thoughts.
“No,” Davey says quietly, after a while. “No, I don’t mind it.”
“You sure?” Jack checks.
Davey tucks his face further into Jack’s chest. He doesn’t know what to make of the warm feeling bubbling inside him and he’s unwilling to face it—he’ll only ruin it.
“Yeah, ‘m sure,” Davey murmurs. “It’s nice.”
the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.
good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿