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Turning his head slightly, because he honestly couldn’t be bothered with more movements at the time, he curiously appraised the blonde lump of blankets, that appeared to be Hayden, laying next to him. It was a bit unheard of, at best, for him to actually make it to the bed as well, even after the recent events, so Jesse was, quite frankly, somewhat baffled at what was being presented to him.
With a sigh of consternation and a ‘Damn you, Hayden!’ in mind, he slowly and painfully shifted his body, until he completely mirrored his friend’s position, with only a few measly inches separating their bodies. Putting all his complaining aside, Jesse couldn’t help the deep feeling of uneasiness he felt at how nice his present situation actually was. Surely, nice couldn’t be the most appropriated word to describe this moment, with the two of them laying in bed, in various stages of undress, reeking of alcohol and that foul smell that always appeared to come merrily along a hangover, but yet, for some strange and extremely suspicious motive, Jesse though, his mind was all but a blank, fuzzy, warm canvas, with that word clearly written across.
It was all quite disconcerting but as his other senses began to catch up with his duelling mind, Jesse began to see that canvas be filled with words and images and thoughts, all equally inappropriate for the situation, he assumed, but all stupidly accurate. It wasn’t his fault, after all, that Hayden just so happened to have the most adorable, blonde eyelashes, that he hardly noticed when we was awake, but that were just there, calmly resting against his cheek at the moment, as he sleep. Jesse couldn’t possibly be blamed either for noticing his lips, since they were pouted in the most obscene of manners, as Hayden happily continued to snore his morning away. And, quite frankly, it was clear to Jesse that he was currently the victim of some cunning, mischievous plot to play with Hayden’s hair, because normal hair most certainly did not look that appealing in the morning.. not unless it was his own, anyway.
With a sigh of defeat and a huff thrown in, just for the better exemplification of his personal feelings on the matter (because it should remain evident for the whole, empty room that Jesse was merely doing this because there was trickery at hand), he leaned his head closer, resting his forehead against Hayden’s. In an extremely masculine move, mind you, he closed his eyes as well, allowing for that ridiculous, now filled with butterflies, canvas to be blank once more just so he could fill it up again with even better things. He timed and coincided his breath with Hayden’s, revelling in feeling that warm gush of air passing his cheek every so often and noting, mentally, that, clearly, Hayden possessed the worst case of morning breath of the two. He felt small shivers run down in back and half-heartedly blamed the chill they caught the night before, for leaving him with some dreadful, contagious disease, as he leaned closer to position his mouth directly in front of Hayden’s, just to better feel his warmth, but not actually touch.
Certainly he had already resisted more than average, Jesse though as he cautiously lifted his hand to Hayden’s forehead, pushing aside the fallen strands of hair, while slowly rolling them between his fingers with his own, much darker waves. It couldn’t possibly hurt for him to touch a bit, he deliberated, just for curiosity.. He was, after all, with Hayden. Or something. So, surely, he had free reign over whatever more he felt like touching..
Grasping that thought firmly in his mind, Jesse permitted his fingers to lower, slowly but surely because, dammit, he was Jesse St. James and if there was one thing that Jesse St. James did not do, it was unsteady hands. He felt the smoothness of Hayden’s forehead and the way it suddenly dipped to the cane of his nose, only to eventually end in its rounded tip, which Jesse poked softly, for self assurance.
Feeling Hayden’s initial stir, caused by his movements, he closed his eyes tighter and, with a steadying breath, grasped Hayden’s face with both hands, allowing that small bit of himself that was the air in his lungs to pass to Hayden, as he quietly shushed him, their mouths still perfectly aligned. Holding himself as still as he could, he hoped Hayden wouldn’t agree with Jesse’s own personal feelings about the creepiness of his actions because, really, what was he to do, in a foreign situation such as this? Clearly it was all Hayden’s fault, for leaving him feeling like this and just.. and just.. sleeping like that. Jesse couldn’t possibly be blamed for needing to touch, he couldn’t!
With Hayden’s growing awareness, so grew Jesse’s feelings of self righteousness, pushing him to mutter a small, but manly, obviously, plea in response to Hayden’s confused “..Jesse?” If asked later, he will forcefully deny any claims of having ever asked his boyfri- Hayden to “Please.. just.. just let me..”, but regardless of actual words, there was indeed a new stillness in the blonde’s body, as he peered curiously at Jesse’s closed eyes.
Hayden managed also to maintain his silence, has Jesse’s hands resumed their silent paths, now sliding across his cheeks to grasp his jaw. Pausing there, with rebellious thumbs itching to just get on with it and touch some more, Jesse sighed heavily, still stubbornly not opening his eyes, while expecting to hear his favourite type of Hayden’s Voice (trademarked and kept in the depths of his mind) to cut through his morning fog of touch and warmth and Hayden and bed, to tell him to stop being a girl.
What he got, though, to his utter surprise and wonder, came in the form of warm hands, copying his own, and grasping, patiently, his own jaw. Daring to open his eyes, cautiously, he peered ahead at the set of blue eyes in front of him, that responded to his gaze unblinking, while still only half open with look of sleepiness and what Jesse’s own, horribly over active, mind was calling contentment and fondness. Suddenly fueled with a burning feeling of courage in his chest, Jesse let his eyes wonder downwards, resting on the still slightly pouted mouth, only to follow his gaze with his fingers, eager to stroke the lips he should probably just get it over with and kiss.
Feeling a strong hand smoothly slide from his jaw to the back of his neck and a warm exhale, as Hayden happily closed his eyes and leaned closer, Jesse gave up altogether, deciding he had already bested the strongest of men, with his will, and let his hand stroke Hayden’s neck, as their lips finally touched.
It wasn’t anything particularly special, his mind supplied, surely he had had better kisses before, with Hayden, even, but right now, just feeling the warm, wet movement of Hayden’s lips against his own, just touching and tasting and reassuring, Jesse felt like this was best he could possibly get and that he might has well call it a day, because it just wasn’t getting any better. The cunning plot from earlier visited his mind, as he adjusted to the impossibility of perhaps even loving this fraction of time, with Hayden’s hand on his neck and his lips lightly biting his own and one of his feet searching his, to lock toes together. It was all, dare he even say it, somewhat perfect.
Which was when, to validate Jesse’s hypotheses of insanity, they were rudely interrupted by the loud, obnoxious growl of a stomach.
“…must you ruin everything?”, Jesse felt obligated to ask, stifling his laugher against Hayden’s lips.
“Oh, shut up,” his blonde companion mumbled, shifting his head brusquely to the side, to whisper in Jesse’s ear “…pancakes..?” before biting it, playfully.
Rolling his eyes and pondering how was this his life, Jesse rose from the bed, shifted his shoulders painfully and threw behind him a pointed look, completed with a raised eyebrow as he shiftily grasped the bed covers and dragged them along with him out of the room, smirking to himself at the sudden yelp that followed his steps.
THE END.
With a sigh of consternation and a ‘Damn you, Hayden!’ in mind, he slowly and painfully shifted his body, until he completely mirrored his friend’s position, with only a few measly inches separating their bodies. Putting all his complaining aside, Jesse couldn’t help the deep feeling of uneasiness he felt at how nice his present situation actually was. Surely, nice couldn’t be the most appropriated word to describe this moment, with the two of them laying in bed, in various stages of undress, reeking of alcohol and that foul smell that always appeared to come merrily along a hangover, but yet, for some strange and extremely suspicious motive, Jesse though, his mind was all but a blank, fuzzy, warm canvas, with that word clearly written across.
It was all quite disconcerting but as his other senses began to catch up with his duelling mind, Jesse began to see that canvas be filled with words and images and thoughts, all equally inappropriate for the situation, he assumed, but all stupidly accurate. It wasn’t his fault, after all, that Hayden just so happened to have the most adorable, blonde eyelashes, that he hardly noticed when we was awake, but that were just there, calmly resting against his cheek at the moment, as he sleep. Jesse couldn’t possibly be blamed either for noticing his lips, since they were pouted in the most obscene of manners, as Hayden happily continued to snore his morning away. And, quite frankly, it was clear to Jesse that he was currently the victim of some cunning, mischievous plot to play with Hayden’s hair, because normal hair most certainly did not look that appealing in the morning.. not unless it was his own, anyway.
With a sigh of defeat and a huff thrown in, just for the better exemplification of his personal feelings on the matter (because it should remain evident for the whole, empty room that Jesse was merely doing this because there was trickery at hand), he leaned his head closer, resting his forehead against Hayden’s. In an extremely masculine move, mind you, he closed his eyes as well, allowing for that ridiculous, now filled with butterflies, canvas to be blank once more just so he could fill it up again with even better things. He timed and coincided his breath with Hayden’s, revelling in feeling that warm gush of air passing his cheek every so often and noting, mentally, that, clearly, Hayden possessed the worst case of morning breath of the two. He felt small shivers run down in back and half-heartedly blamed the chill they caught the night before, for leaving him with some dreadful, contagious disease, as he leaned closer to position his mouth directly in front of Hayden’s, just to better feel his warmth, but not actually touch.
Certainly he had already resisted more than average, Jesse though as he cautiously lifted his hand to Hayden’s forehead, pushing aside the fallen strands of hair, while slowly rolling them between his fingers with his own, much darker waves. It couldn’t possibly hurt for him to touch a bit, he deliberated, just for curiosity.. He was, after all, with Hayden. Or something. So, surely, he had free reign over whatever more he felt like touching..
Grasping that thought firmly in his mind, Jesse permitted his fingers to lower, slowly but surely because, dammit, he was Jesse St. James and if there was one thing that Jesse St. James did not do, it was unsteady hands. He felt the smoothness of Hayden’s forehead and the way it suddenly dipped to the cane of his nose, only to eventually end in its rounded tip, which Jesse poked softly, for self assurance.
Feeling Hayden’s initial stir, caused by his movements, he closed his eyes tighter and, with a steadying breath, grasped Hayden’s face with both hands, allowing that small bit of himself that was the air in his lungs to pass to Hayden, as he quietly shushed him, their mouths still perfectly aligned. Holding himself as still as he could, he hoped Hayden wouldn’t agree with Jesse’s own personal feelings about the creepiness of his actions because, really, what was he to do, in a foreign situation such as this? Clearly it was all Hayden’s fault, for leaving him feeling like this and just.. and just.. sleeping like that. Jesse couldn’t possibly be blamed for needing to touch, he couldn’t!
With Hayden’s growing awareness, so grew Jesse’s feelings of self righteousness, pushing him to mutter a small, but manly, obviously, plea in response to Hayden’s confused “..Jesse?” If asked later, he will forcefully deny any claims of having ever asked his boyfri- Hayden to “Please.. just.. just let me..”, but regardless of actual words, there was indeed a new stillness in the blonde’s body, as he peered curiously at Jesse’s closed eyes.
Hayden managed also to maintain his silence, has Jesse’s hands resumed their silent paths, now sliding across his cheeks to grasp his jaw. Pausing there, with rebellious thumbs itching to just get on with it and touch some more, Jesse sighed heavily, still stubbornly not opening his eyes, while expecting to hear his favourite type of Hayden’s Voice (trademarked and kept in the depths of his mind) to cut through his morning fog of touch and warmth and Hayden and bed, to tell him to stop being a girl.
What he got, though, to his utter surprise and wonder, came in the form of warm hands, copying his own, and grasping, patiently, his own jaw. Daring to open his eyes, cautiously, he peered ahead at the set of blue eyes in front of him, that responded to his gaze unblinking, while still only half open with look of sleepiness and what Jesse’s own, horribly over active, mind was calling contentment and fondness. Suddenly fueled with a burning feeling of courage in his chest, Jesse let his eyes wonder downwards, resting on the still slightly pouted mouth, only to follow his gaze with his fingers, eager to stroke the lips he should probably just get it over with and kiss.
Feeling a strong hand smoothly slide from his jaw to the back of his neck and a warm exhale, as Hayden happily closed his eyes and leaned closer, Jesse gave up altogether, deciding he had already bested the strongest of men, with his will, and let his hand stroke Hayden’s neck, as their lips finally touched.
It wasn’t anything particularly special, his mind supplied, surely he had had better kisses before, with Hayden, even, but right now, just feeling the warm, wet movement of Hayden’s lips against his own, just touching and tasting and reassuring, Jesse felt like this was best he could possibly get and that he might has well call it a day, because it just wasn’t getting any better. The cunning plot from earlier visited his mind, as he adjusted to the impossibility of perhaps even loving this fraction of time, with Hayden’s hand on his neck and his lips lightly biting his own and one of his feet searching his, to lock toes together. It was all, dare he even say it, somewhat perfect.
Which was when, to validate Jesse’s hypotheses of insanity, they were rudely interrupted by the loud, obnoxious growl of a stomach.
“…must you ruin everything?”, Jesse felt obligated to ask, stifling his laugher against Hayden’s lips.
“Oh, shut up,” his blonde companion mumbled, shifting his head brusquely to the side, to whisper in Jesse’s ear “…pancakes..?” before biting it, playfully.
Rolling his eyes and pondering how was this his life, Jesse rose from the bed, shifted his shoulders painfully and threw behind him a pointed look, completed with a raised eyebrow as he shiftily grasped the bed covers and dragged them along with him out of the room, smirking to himself at the sudden yelp that followed his steps.
THE END.