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Authors: Clare London
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Yes, I am jealous. Jealous I don’t attract that from you, that…”
“Passion?” Seb interrupted.
Jamie’s eyes went very wide and he looked shocked. “God, did I say all that aloud? What the hell am I doing?”
“Nothing. Everything. Hush, it’s okay.” The expression in Jamie’s eyes was shockingly vulnerable, yet greedy with need at the same time. Seb noticed his friend was still holding the wooden spoon in his hand, and rather too tightly, as well. “Good looking in a way that turns heads, you say?”
Jamie made a strangled sound. “For God’s sake, don’t mock.”
“Hush, I said.” Seb reached forward and plucked the spoon very deliberately out of Jamie’s hand, placing it back on the counter beside them. “I’m not mocking. I just reckoned it was my turn to tell it like it is.” He put a hand on Jamie’s shoulder and brushed his fingers along the other man’s neck. He didn’t think he’d ever touched Jamie like this before; with fear and confusion—with hope. With desire . “Are you saying I turn your head, Jamie?”
Behind him, the chutney started to bubble on the stove. Seb decided not to give Jamie the chance to reply, to protest it had all been a mistake. This was probably the most outrageous thing Seb had ever done, but he didn’t hesitate, couldn’t risk losing his nerve. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Jamie’s.
Jamie froze. But then, when Seb’s tongue nudged insistently at his lips, he opened them swiftly and hungrily, and to Seb’s delight, kissed back just as fiercely.
***
The temperature in the kitchen had increased by many degrees and not all of them were caused by the oven.
Jamie broke from the kiss and pressed Seb against the counter, until its edge must have dug painfully into his waist. Seb didn’t complain, though, or not so Jamie noticed. Seb had a smudge of cranberry chutney on his nose, and his breathing was much more shallow than earlier in the evening. They both were. When Seb lifted a hand to his nose, Jamie grasped his wrist, not harshly, but firmly enough.
“I’ll do that.” With his free hand, he wiped the chutney gently off Seb’s nose. Then he trailed his finger tips down Seb’s cheek, under his jaw and along the lines of his throat.
Seb groaned aloud, a soft growling sound in the back of his throat. His head went back, baring his neck, and he swallowed heavily.
Jamie dropped his hand, leaning in even closer. “What I’m saying… what I mean…”
“What?” Seb’s voice was just a whisper. “For fuck’s sake, say it.”
“I want you .” Jamie murmured directly into Seb’s ear, trying to breathe all the heat and sweet excitement he felt into the other man. In case he couldn’t find the right words— better words—he hoped his actions worked instead.
Seb bit back a gasp. His body shivered. “How long?”
Jamie watched the movement of Seb’s mouth; the drop of sweat on his upper lip. He thought he could watch it for hours. He’d never imagined quite how fascinating this bloody annoying, astonishing, sexually provocative man could be. He wanted to kiss him again, he knew that more surely than anything he’d ever known before. “What do you mean?”
“How long have you wanted me?”
Jamie smiled. That was a stupidly easy question, at least tonight it was, when his heart felt released, and his mouth eager to get back to more important things. “Since I met you. Forever. For too long. Have I said the wrong thing again?” He realised he didn’t care anymore. All he could do was be honest, to let himself be exposed. “We’ve never talked about these things, never stopped arguing long enough to discover an alternative way of communicating. Do you… are you angry with me?”
“Angry?” Seb’s laugh was a little shaky. “I’ve wanted you since you first turned those icy baby blues on me when I lurched in late for another of our get-togethers, and told me I was a waste of everyone’s time.”
“I
“Passion?” Seb interrupted.
Jamie’s eyes went very wide and he looked shocked. “God, did I say all that aloud? What the hell am I doing?”
“Nothing. Everything. Hush, it’s okay.” The expression in Jamie’s eyes was shockingly vulnerable, yet greedy with need at the same time. Seb noticed his friend was still holding the wooden spoon in his hand, and rather too tightly, as well. “Good looking in a way that turns heads, you say?”
Jamie made a strangled sound. “For God’s sake, don’t mock.”
“Hush, I said.” Seb reached forward and plucked the spoon very deliberately out of Jamie’s hand, placing it back on the counter beside them. “I’m not mocking. I just reckoned it was my turn to tell it like it is.” He put a hand on Jamie’s shoulder and brushed his fingers along the other man’s neck. He didn’t think he’d ever touched Jamie like this before; with fear and confusion—with hope. With desire . “Are you saying I turn your head, Jamie?”
Behind him, the chutney started to bubble on the stove. Seb decided not to give Jamie the chance to reply, to protest it had all been a mistake. This was probably the most outrageous thing Seb had ever done, but he didn’t hesitate, couldn’t risk losing his nerve. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Jamie’s.
Jamie froze. But then, when Seb’s tongue nudged insistently at his lips, he opened them swiftly and hungrily, and to Seb’s delight, kissed back just as fiercely.
***
The temperature in the kitchen had increased by many degrees and not all of them were caused by the oven.
Jamie broke from the kiss and pressed Seb against the counter, until its edge must have dug painfully into his waist. Seb didn’t complain, though, or not so Jamie noticed. Seb had a smudge of cranberry chutney on his nose, and his breathing was much more shallow than earlier in the evening. They both were. When Seb lifted a hand to his nose, Jamie grasped his wrist, not harshly, but firmly enough.
“I’ll do that.” With his free hand, he wiped the chutney gently off Seb’s nose. Then he trailed his finger tips down Seb’s cheek, under his jaw and along the lines of his throat.
Seb groaned aloud, a soft growling sound in the back of his throat. His head went back, baring his neck, and he swallowed heavily.
Jamie dropped his hand, leaning in even closer. “What I’m saying… what I mean…”
“What?” Seb’s voice was just a whisper. “For fuck’s sake, say it.”
“I want you .” Jamie murmured directly into Seb’s ear, trying to breathe all the heat and sweet excitement he felt into the other man. In case he couldn’t find the right words— better words—he hoped his actions worked instead.
Seb bit back a gasp. His body shivered. “How long?”
Jamie watched the movement of Seb’s mouth; the drop of sweat on his upper lip. He thought he could watch it for hours. He’d never imagined quite how fascinating this bloody annoying, astonishing, sexually provocative man could be. He wanted to kiss him again, he knew that more surely than anything he’d ever known before. “What do you mean?”
“How long have you wanted me?”
Jamie smiled. That was a stupidly easy question, at least tonight it was, when his heart felt released, and his mouth eager to get back to more important things. “Since I met you. Forever. For too long. Have I said the wrong thing again?” He realised he didn’t care anymore. All he could do was be honest, to let himself be exposed. “We’ve never talked about these things, never stopped arguing long enough to discover an alternative way of communicating. Do you… are you angry with me?”
“Angry?” Seb’s laugh was a little shaky. “I’ve wanted you since you first turned those icy baby blues on me when I lurched in late for another of our get-togethers, and told me I was a waste of everyone’s time.”
“I
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