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good.”
Seb grinned, too. His mouth was watering and he wasn’t sure it was entirely due to the food. “Yeah, it does. You’re a really good cook yourself, Jamie. Not just the technique, but the creativity as well, you know? Hell, if I had to eat nothing but the green and grassy stuff—well, that dish would probably do it for me.”
Jamie’s mouth twisted in a smile. “And I’m meant to take that as a compliment?”
“Yeah, right, sorry.” Seb shrugged, ruefully. “Shit, if you’re going to get pissed at me again—”
But Jamie ignored him. “I never tasted them before,” he said, tentatively, his eyes flickering between the dish of berries on the counter and Seb’s face, as if watching his reaction. “Cranberries.”
Seb raised his eyebrows. “No? Mum liked them at Christmas, she’d buy bags of the damn things, and we’d end up having them with everything until March. Here, let me.” He picked another one off the pile and held it out.
Jamie hesitated. His hands stayed by his sides. His eyelids drooped, making his eyes look sleepy, almost lascivious.
Seb’s breath caught in his throat and his eyes narrowed. God, but Jamie was gorgeous like that, like he was surrendering to Seb’s guidance. Seb took a couple of steps forward so he was up close, and they stared into each other’s eyes. Seb could feel Jamie’s breath on his cheek; he could feel the brush of a stray dark hair against his neck. “Let me,” he whispered again, and he lifted the cranberry up to Jamie’s mouth.
What the hell was he doing? Would Jamie slap his hand away? Seb genuinely scared himself for a second with his own, bold behavior. But this was what he wanted to do, wasn’t it? He wanted to touch Jamie, and not in anger, not in jest. Just… touch him. His heart was beating faster than usual; he felt a shiver of excitement through his body and, if he were honest, straight to his cock. This was what Jamie did to him, he realised. How wild was that?
He almost apologised: almost drew back. Then Jamie opened his mouth slightly and Seb—holding his breath, God knew why—slowly slid the berry between Jamie’s lips. Jamie let out a small, soft sigh.
Fuck .
“Chew on it,” Seb almost whispered. “Get the flavor.” His fingers lingered on Jamie’s lips a little longer than they probably needed to guide a single, small berry on to Jamie’s tongue. Seb concentrated on it, as if a berry had never been so damned exciting, as if its path needed specialist guidance only he could give. Jamie’s mouth closed on it, biting into it, then he swallowed it down. Seb’s taste buds sparked, recalling the sharp, unusual taste as vividly as if he’d eaten it himself. When Jamie’s tongue flickered out to lick a drop of moisture from the edge of his upper lip, Seb sucked in an almost painful breath. “Good?”
“Yes,” Jamie murmured. “Very good.”
Seb dared to believe Jamie meant the touch, not just the cranberry. His fingers lingered at the edge of Jamie’s jaw, brushing lightly over the freshly shaved skin. It felt right, being this close. Seb felt the thrill he often had in anticipation of a new experience, even though the reality so rarely matched up. But this? This was real, and it was even better than he’d dreamed.
Jamie gazed back at Seb. His pupils were dilated. “You’ve never said anything like that to me before. About being creative. It’s not something I associate with me, you know. It’s more about you —the flair and charisma. That’s what you have, Seb, it’s all about what you are.” Jamie sounded different, he was speaking very quickly, as if he’d temporarily lost control of his speech. “You’re outrageous and argumentative, sure, but it’s so vibrant, it fascinates me. You’re good looking in a way that turns heads, too. I see your popularity, your humour, your ability to understand people and talk their language, whatever it is. All you want is to enjoy life, to do things to the full.
Seb grinned, too. His mouth was watering and he wasn’t sure it was entirely due to the food. “Yeah, it does. You’re a really good cook yourself, Jamie. Not just the technique, but the creativity as well, you know? Hell, if I had to eat nothing but the green and grassy stuff—well, that dish would probably do it for me.”
Jamie’s mouth twisted in a smile. “And I’m meant to take that as a compliment?”
“Yeah, right, sorry.” Seb shrugged, ruefully. “Shit, if you’re going to get pissed at me again—”
But Jamie ignored him. “I never tasted them before,” he said, tentatively, his eyes flickering between the dish of berries on the counter and Seb’s face, as if watching his reaction. “Cranberries.”
Seb raised his eyebrows. “No? Mum liked them at Christmas, she’d buy bags of the damn things, and we’d end up having them with everything until March. Here, let me.” He picked another one off the pile and held it out.
Jamie hesitated. His hands stayed by his sides. His eyelids drooped, making his eyes look sleepy, almost lascivious.
Seb’s breath caught in his throat and his eyes narrowed. God, but Jamie was gorgeous like that, like he was surrendering to Seb’s guidance. Seb took a couple of steps forward so he was up close, and they stared into each other’s eyes. Seb could feel Jamie’s breath on his cheek; he could feel the brush of a stray dark hair against his neck. “Let me,” he whispered again, and he lifted the cranberry up to Jamie’s mouth.
What the hell was he doing? Would Jamie slap his hand away? Seb genuinely scared himself for a second with his own, bold behavior. But this was what he wanted to do, wasn’t it? He wanted to touch Jamie, and not in anger, not in jest. Just… touch him. His heart was beating faster than usual; he felt a shiver of excitement through his body and, if he were honest, straight to his cock. This was what Jamie did to him, he realised. How wild was that?
He almost apologised: almost drew back. Then Jamie opened his mouth slightly and Seb—holding his breath, God knew why—slowly slid the berry between Jamie’s lips. Jamie let out a small, soft sigh.
Fuck .
“Chew on it,” Seb almost whispered. “Get the flavor.” His fingers lingered on Jamie’s lips a little longer than they probably needed to guide a single, small berry on to Jamie’s tongue. Seb concentrated on it, as if a berry had never been so damned exciting, as if its path needed specialist guidance only he could give. Jamie’s mouth closed on it, biting into it, then he swallowed it down. Seb’s taste buds sparked, recalling the sharp, unusual taste as vividly as if he’d eaten it himself. When Jamie’s tongue flickered out to lick a drop of moisture from the edge of his upper lip, Seb sucked in an almost painful breath. “Good?”
“Yes,” Jamie murmured. “Very good.”
Seb dared to believe Jamie meant the touch, not just the cranberry. His fingers lingered at the edge of Jamie’s jaw, brushing lightly over the freshly shaved skin. It felt right, being this close. Seb felt the thrill he often had in anticipation of a new experience, even though the reality so rarely matched up. But this? This was real, and it was even better than he’d dreamed.
Jamie gazed back at Seb. His pupils were dilated. “You’ve never said anything like that to me before. About being creative. It’s not something I associate with me, you know. It’s more about you —the flair and charisma. That’s what you have, Seb, it’s all about what you are.” Jamie sounded different, he was speaking very quickly, as if he’d temporarily lost control of his speech. “You’re outrageous and argumentative, sure, but it’s so vibrant, it fascinates me. You’re good looking in a way that turns heads, too. I see your popularity, your humour, your ability to understand people and talk their language, whatever it is. All you want is to enjoy life, to do things to the full.
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