āAnd another thing- Mmph!ā
Jake stopped, eyes wide, staring at Ryderās face, too close, too blurry. Their lips pressed together. Jakeās tongue caught awkwardly against his teeth. Ryderās lips smashed gracelessly to his face. Both their cheeks scrunched up together.
Jakeās hands on Ryderās shoulders, Ryderās own hands on Jakeās shoulders. Jake pushed Ryder away, eyes still wide, almost hurting from how dry and strained they wereĀ āWhat-? Why-?ā
āOh, for fuckās sake, Jake. Donāt you get it?! I wa- Hnn?ā
This time it was Jake lunging in, too close, too hard, too fast. But perfectly clear. In a way nothing had ever needed to be. Jake wrapped his arms around Ryderās back, pulling him flush, chest against chest.
When they broke minutes later, both of them sprawled across the bed, Ryder blinked up at him, and Jake Ā swallowed the urge to kiss him again.
āI still donāt know, but I donāt think I really care anymore. I just- want. And I hate wanting. Iād much rather have. So, if itās all the sa- Mmhmmm.ā Jake smiled, pulling Ryder close again. This would work. Theyād figure out the details later. Or not at all. They didnāt really matter anyways.
Send me a ⣠for my museās reaction to yours kissing mine while in a heated argument