[Ned can feel Jacob tense up and he can feel him stand there not doing a thing when Ned's lips are against his own and he thinks, alright, that's it, it wasn't a good judgment call after all. Despite himself, despite how much stupid, unfettered affection he has for Jacob and how much he's considered kissing him for weeks until now, he spends the tail end of the kiss already thinking up what it will take to pay Jacob off so he never mentions this to anyone. Since it was such a bad idea.
He's stuck in that frame of mind so much that he doesn't realize Jacob's hands have found their way to him until he says something ridiculous. Ned blinks—the defensiveness goes out of his gaze for a moment he's vulnerable, hands on his body he hasn't asked for and practically handing another man ammunition to ruin him. It isn't the best moment of his life, these few seconds.
But Jacob's hands are on him and he's leaning closer to kiss him again, and Ned figures now or never is the time to relax. The way Jacob kisses him is maddening, all gentle and soft like this, so when Ned lets go of his collar to wind his arm around Jacob's shoulders and press back into the kiss, he's insistent. Not bruisingly hard like he was a moment ago, but trying to lead where Jacob is struggling.]
Come on, Frye, [he murmurs against his lips when that kiss ends.] Like you mean it.
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He's stuck in that frame of mind so much that he doesn't realize Jacob's hands have found their way to him until he says something ridiculous. Ned blinks—the defensiveness goes out of his gaze for a moment he's vulnerable, hands on his body he hasn't asked for and practically handing another man ammunition to ruin him. It isn't the best moment of his life, these few seconds.
But Jacob's hands are on him and he's leaning closer to kiss him again, and Ned figures now or never is the time to relax. The way Jacob kisses him is maddening, all gentle and soft like this, so when Ned lets go of his collar to wind his arm around Jacob's shoulders and press back into the kiss, he's insistent. Not bruisingly hard like he was a moment ago, but trying to lead where Jacob is struggling.]
Come on, Frye, [he murmurs against his lips when that kiss ends.] Like you mean it.