[ rhys feels drugged. honestly, the way jack's smile spreads across his face and how he continues to hold him, to keep him there, twisted up with jack. the more seconds tick by, the more rhys relaxes. his arms slide a bit more fully around jack's neck, flesh fingers curling lightly into the hair at the back of his head.
he's not sure jack means it, any of this, especially when he drops the nickname with that same slick smile that has a tingle running up rhys' spine. he lets out a quiet, barely there groan that ends up muffled against the kiss he wasn't expecting and rhys doesn't bother to fight it. he pulls jack closer, keeps them flush against each other and chases after his mouth when they part but knows better than to connect again without knowing where they stand. instead, he breathes jack it, lips so tantalizingly close and rhys --
rhys feels better, about his plan. this jack, this wonderful jack that believes so much in people and is capable of doing the universe such good, the jack that rhys always wanted in his picture perfect vision -- no mask, no blood on his hands, nothing, just a good man who wanted to do good things. rhys doesn't want to ruin this jack but he wants to keep him and he's not quite sure if that urge to possess is something akin to the urge he gets when he seems something expensive that he wants as his own, for the status or whatever it is that day or --
or does he want to possess in the way of a relationship? jack called them partners and isn't that what rhys always wanted, to be jack's partner? he told him this when they first got here, that they were partners back home and then jack betrayed him. does rhys want to stand at his side or does he want to keep him locked away only for himself to admire? he's, uh, not actually sure yet.
but he is sure of one thing, he doesn't want to taint.
so, that's why rhys is going to do what he needs to do tonight. he needs to do something big, rash, dangerous. something that people won't think him, of all people, capable of doing. jack might know but -- but jack wouldn't turn on him, would he? rhys flicks his eyes up, mismatched meeting mismatched and he smiles softly at jack. ]
I do have good taste, huh? Considering I, uh.
[ he pauses, presses a kiss to the corner of jack's mouth. ]
I have --
[ another kiss, to his jaw. ]
What everyone else --
[ one more, to his throat and rhys' hand slides back to tilt jack's head up slightly. ]
Wants.
[ he breathes in against his throat, dragging his teeth lightly against the skin. ]
Shit, maybe that's why Elizabeth told you. I bet she warned you about me and everything. Asshole. Why doesn't she see how much I love you?
[ he's gonna stop then to press his mouth fully over jack's throat, definitely working his mouth in a bruising kiss there for a very explicit reason. whoops. you opened these floodgates, jack!! ]
you made me write this god foresaken tag
he's not sure jack means it, any of this, especially when he drops the nickname with that same slick smile that has a tingle running up rhys' spine. he lets out a quiet, barely there groan that ends up muffled against the kiss he wasn't expecting and rhys doesn't bother to fight it. he pulls jack closer, keeps them flush against each other and chases after his mouth when they part but knows better than to connect again without knowing where they stand. instead, he breathes jack it, lips so tantalizingly close and rhys --
rhys feels better, about his plan. this jack, this wonderful jack that believes so much in people and is capable of doing the universe such good, the jack that rhys always wanted in his picture perfect vision -- no mask, no blood on his hands, nothing, just a good man who wanted to do good things. rhys doesn't want to ruin this jack but he wants to keep him and he's not quite sure if that urge to possess is something akin to the urge he gets when he seems something expensive that he wants as his own, for the status or whatever it is that day or --
or does he want to possess in the way of a relationship? jack called them partners and isn't that what rhys always wanted, to be jack's partner? he told him this when they first got here, that they were partners back home and then jack betrayed him. does rhys want to stand at his side or does he want to keep him locked away only for himself to admire? he's, uh, not actually sure yet.
but he is sure of one thing, he doesn't want to taint.
so, that's why rhys is going to do what he needs to do tonight. he needs to do something big, rash, dangerous. something that people won't think him, of all people, capable of doing. jack might know but -- but jack wouldn't turn on him, would he? rhys flicks his eyes up, mismatched meeting mismatched and he smiles softly at jack. ]
I do have good taste, huh? Considering I, uh.
[ he pauses, presses a kiss to the corner of jack's mouth. ]
I have --
[ another kiss, to his jaw. ]
What everyone else --
[ one more, to his throat and rhys' hand slides back to tilt jack's head up slightly. ]
Wants.
[ he breathes in against his throat, dragging his teeth lightly against the skin. ]
Shit, maybe that's why Elizabeth told you. I bet she warned you about me and everything. Asshole. Why doesn't she see how much I love you?
[ he's gonna stop then to press his mouth fully over jack's throat, definitely working his mouth in a bruising kiss there for a very explicit reason. whoops. you opened these floodgates, jack!! ]