[ His lips work up until he's at the man's shoulders. Any higher and he knows he'll be kissing those scars on the man's face. He isn't certain that's something he's allowed to do. It's one thing to brush touches and kisses to those scars on Jack's body, it's another thing completely to kiss him on the mouth.
His broad palm rests finally against one of the man's thighs, his fingers spreading, his thumb making light circles against the inside of it, dangerously close to his crotch. ]
Were? Oh Jack. [ He shifts up to look the man in the eyes, his singular eye completely honest. ] I never stopped being your friend. Even while you were...away. And I never will. I doubt there is anything you could say or do that would lose my friendship. Though please don't take this as a challenge. I miss my drinking buddy. I miss my friend. I miss you. [ He will boldly press the smallest kiss to the lowest edge of a facial scar. ]
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His broad palm rests finally against one of the man's thighs, his fingers spreading, his thumb making light circles against the inside of it, dangerously close to his crotch. ]
Were? Oh Jack. [ He shifts up to look the man in the eyes, his singular eye completely honest. ] I never stopped being your friend. Even while you were...away. And I never will. I doubt there is anything you could say or do that would lose my friendship. Though please don't take this as a challenge. I miss my drinking buddy. I miss my friend. I miss you. [ He will boldly press the smallest kiss to the lowest edge of a facial scar. ]