When was the last time Jim had been with someone so irresistibly cute? He wasn't just talking appearance -- though that outfit, the hair, and the way he held himself did lend to a certain charm -- but how he spoke and the things he said, it just felt warming. Jim was actually blushing, but it had to do with the pain, the ice and then warmth, and the amount he'd had to drink. He was quite the drinker too, though he shot his alcohols hard and neat and a little scotch could go a long way.

"I use to drink very heavily until you started coming over to force me to binge watch things on Netflix." Force was not the right word. Jim had never said no and he'd stopped attempting to make him feel unwelcome when it was obvious that Sasan didn't take hints too well. Or didn't care. Or Jim himself wasn't trying nearly as hard as he should.

He didn't hiss or wince as Sasan finished cleaning him up. He just watched his mouth and marveled at the taste of it still on his lips.

"I think I prefer Netflix to that bar, though. Wow. I just said that. I'm getting old." He laughed, which pulled on his lip, and that did make him wince.