CLOSED / @repulsd / WHAT’S THE RHYME AND REASON FOR THIS MOST RECENT BLOW ?
JASON’S ARMS LAZILY DROOP OVER THE OTHER’S SHOULDERS, hazel eyes definitely not on the movie anymore. they lingered on eddie every now and again and what didn’t help was the fact that he had drink some. NOT A LOT bt enough to not let himself think too much. lips parted and he ZONES OUT, lost in the other’s features. FINDING HIMSELF COUNTING THE MARKS ON HIS FACE, remembering the trace of his eyebrows across his face. HOW HE FOCUSED HE LOOKED, well as focused as a drunk person COULD BE. the background noise fades out, it’s not only the ringing beat of his heart. OVER AND OVER , and he can feel it in his throat. he needs him.
IT’S NOT THE WISEST IDEA. they never drink together, never outside of parties. AND SHIT BETWEEN THEM DOESN’T EXIST OUTSIDE OF PARTIES, outside of drinking. he’s leaning against him. AND JASON DOESN’T WANT TO DISTURB HIM, he really doesn’t...but it’s a matter of life and death, it’s something he NEEDS TO DO NOW AND NOW, HE WOULDN’T FORGIVE HIMSELF IF HE DID. jason is feeling everything and nothing at the same time and it’s driving him insane. ABSOLUTELY AND COMPLETELY INSANE.
he sits up slightly, forcing eddie to do the same, and his hand tilts his chin up, movements slowly, careful...eyes dashing wanting to take in everything. he leans forward. BRAVE, stealing a soft kiss, breaking what’s an unspoken rule. he can’t keep up anymore he unwinds, let’s go, being completely and utterly vulnerable to whatever waits for HIM .
