xp_logs | Kevin & Jay: 5 am Monday

Jay crawls into bed at an ungodly hour again but won't answer Kevin when asked where he was. Art, wandering hands and hormones ensue.
Warning for semi-explicit sexual situation

Exhausted, he put the truck in park and leaned back, smirking to himself. What a weekend and it was already finished. A part of him didn't want it to be finished, though he made himself get out of the truck and head into the mansion, his head was still buzzing from the nights events. He wasn't use to these hours and at four am, the idea of curling up in Kevin's bed was more than appealing. It was down right urgent. Except he wasn't sure how much sleep he would really get, considering the ringing that persisted in the silence of the hallways as he turned and jogged up the stairs. The rest of the week was far from his mind. Already he was far ahead, musing over what would happen next weekend and as he punched in the code to the suite, he hummed to himself that it was time well wasted.

Kevin could remember a time when he was a pretty heavy sleeper. He'd been one of those people who were dead to the world when his mind feel to the depths of sleep. That'd changed after he manifested and holed up in the junkyard out of necessity. When he was at Muir it had come back because he had a door he could lock and a room that wasn't shared with anyone. Living in the suite, and especially with a boyfriend who regularly shared his bed, Kevin had become an exceptionally light sleeper. That meant Jay's absence beside him was heavily felt, a glaring white emptiness in the middle of a dark warmth, harsh and mocking. This time Kevin was sure he hadn't actually done anything wrong, though, because Jay always came to bed eventually. Eventually was usually only a couple hours before Kevin got up, early rising being a necessity working at Elpis and a left over habit from Muir.

He'd wondered the past few days what it was Jay was up to until so late. He wasn't usually a late person and had even made it to Kevin's bed before Kevin had quite regularly over the past few months. Kevin wasn't the sort to jump to conclusions such as infidelity like some would, but he couldn't help wondering what Jay was up to so regularly and suddenly. Kevin might even ask him, if he ever saw him for more than five minutes in passing in the evening before Jay was gone again.

He entered the quiet suite and dropped his keys on the table. They made a loud noise and he tried to grab for them while they skidded across the surface, falling onto the floor, making more noise. Between the two of them, Jay was not exactly the quiet type and blew out a silent scolding to himself to try and be a little more courteous to his boyfriend. He pulled off his shirt and disappeared into his room only to return to the main room changed into PJs that were fitting to crawl in bed with Kevin. He wasted no time in slipping under the covers, resting on his side to face Kevin, even curl up against the warm body and drape an arm over the firm stomach he craved to touch.

The keys had tugged at Kevin's consciousness closer to the surface, but since the sound registered as far enough away to not be in his room it didn't quite wake him up. The noise was soon written off and discarded as anything worth paying attention to. The usual body crawling into his bed, though, that did wake him up. Normally Kevin only allowed himself to wake up enough to shift, make sure there was room, make sure he knew what was where so everything and everyone was safe and then he fell back into slumber's warm arms. Tonight, though, he was so far into sleep that he didn't want to be pulled out even enough to do that and it'd been the same thing the past couple nights. That mere realization, though, caused him to mutter a groggy, "What time is it?"

Jay nudged closer, sliding right up against Kevin, tucked into his side and rested his head against the soft curve underneath the fabric of Kevin's shirt. Kevin's body was warm, radiating heat like a furnace and Jay couldn't help but shift as close as he could, quietly wishing he could melt into his boyfriend's muscular body and remain there. He would have gladly let the days turn into nights and let weeks slip by without ever leaving Kevin's side.

"It's three thirty or somethin' like tha'," Jay stated quietly without committing to an honest time. Somehow, he thought by giving an inaccurate time would take the heat off him because he was rolling in so late. Not much got by Kevin but Jay hoped that by acting as though it was nothing big, that Kevin would shrug it off and doze off again. "Go back to sleep."

It wasn't that he didn't trust Jay, but Kevin wanted confirmation because his groggy state made it hard to even guess at the time. He just felt like he'd been asleep for a while, that's the best guess he had. Kevin's neck craned as his eyes strained open the least bit more to find the alarm clock that sat on the table beside his bed. It was nearly five in the morning. To be fair it was closer to four-thirty than it was to five, but in Kevin's mind it was close enough to equate the time with the next hour.

Groaning, Kevin leaned back enough to try to peer down at Jay curled up like a kitten and burrowing into him. "Where've you been? It's late." Late enough that there wasn't anything to do around the mansion other than watch movies with someone all night or something similar. But three nights in a row? It was so unusual for Jay.

"Ah'm tired. Can we jus' go ta sleep Kev?" he whined. He didn't want to talk about where he had been because Kevin really didn't want to know and truthfully, it was something that would lead into another fight. It only made him guilty for not saying anything when he should have, but again, Kevin didn't want to hear it and he had made that very clear in the big blow up they had. Slipping an arm over his stomach, Jay's hand nested beneath Kevin's side and just to push that sleep factor, he curled in tighter and yawned.

"Course you're tired," Kevin murmured. "Yer usually in bed before Ah am." While his voice was thick with sleep and soft with its quietness, it was also rather pointed. Obviously he knew this wasn't normal and obviously he'd noticed. Kevin had asked point blank, what else was he supposed to do? His arms which had naturally fallen around Jay loosened considerably in their grasp.

"Please?" he asked, shifting his hips and reaching down, he adjusted the shirt he was wearing, and did the same with his wings behind him. Sometimes he would give anything to be able to sleep on his back comfortably instead of having the hindrance of wings force him to move to his side. Having someone to curl into did put in a whole new positive attitude when going to bed. Except when they wanted to get into some kind of discussion at whatever time it was in the morning. "We'll talk 'bout it tomorra." Or today, whatever day it was.

Kevin groaned. He wasn't going to win, but it was bugging him. "Sure we will." He sounded more than a little disgruntled. The more time passed without an actual answer the more it bugged Kevin. The more it bugged him the more he woke up and the more he woke up the more he wondered what Jay was up to that he couldn't just answer the damn question.

He ignored the tone of voice that carried through the chest he leaned against. Instead, he closed his eyes and lifted his hand to brush his hair away from his face. The ringing in his ears grew loud against the silence of the room and he wished he had the low hum of a fan to drown it out. Clearing his throat, he sniffed once and went through the little things that it took him to fall asleep. It was harder to do so now, coming off the night's high. The last two nights it had taken him until closer to sunrise to sleep. He hoped tonight would be different.

Kevin tried to sleep. He did. Soon he was doing that thing where he was overly aware of every single movement of his body and it lent itself to him trying to not move at all so as to not dislodge Jay. The more hyperaware he became he more he wanted to move. His legs practically burned just to shift somehow. The minutes seemed like hours as he lay there trying to fall asleep, trying to clear his mind like Laurie had taught him, and trying to not be so damn annoyed at that nagging little thread being tugged at the forefront of his mind. Five minutes in a strangled grumble escaped his throat and Kevin finally just slid out from under Jay and went to his desk. At least drawing was a distraction.

Jay was near sleep when his boyfriend shifted under him and then slipped away abruptly. It took him a moment to comprehend what was going on and he sat up. A dull ache of agitation and frustration gnawed on him and he brushed the base of his palm over his eye, letting a yawn escape. "Kevin, " he started. "Whatddya doin'?"

"Go back to sleep," was the reply that came while Kevin fished about for the exact pen he wanted. As annoyed as he was that he was now awake and Jay couldn't answer a simple question he did genuinely sound like he meant what he said. "Ah can't sleep so Ah'm gonna draw's all." Maybe he'd even draw Jay. Kevin had drawn his boyfriend from memory before but he'd never actually drawn him when Jay was in front of him.

Frowning, Jay lay back down though in the darkness of the room, he didn't close his eyes but watched Kevin move around. It didn't take him long to close his eyes and listen to his own breath exhaled in and out through his nose and feel the rise and fall of his back as he did so. He wanted to sleep but now that Kevin was in a bad mood, Jay was getting there too. He didn't ask what was being drawn nor did he open his eyes to strain to see.

Kevin sat under his window with his pen and sketchbook after pulling the curtain open just enough that some moonlight could filter through and give him some illumination to draw with. Jay was laying still so Kevin assumed his boyfriend had gone back to sleep. Since Jay was what was on his mind Jay was what he drew. Easy, sweeping lines followed the trail of Kevin's pen. His hand was steady, sure of itself in a way he didn't think many people would find him capable of. There was confidence in his art that he tended to hide the rest of the time.

Drawing was calming and it even made him less annoyed with Jay. It was hard to stay annoyed when Kevin was recording the beauty of his boyfriend's stillness.

While Kevin was drawing Jay, Jay was observing Kevin. The fluidity of his arm movements and the silhouette against the moonlight burned permanently into the back of Jay's mind, making Kevin the very picture of an angel of darkness. He marveled at how someone could be so wonderful to be around, even when he was mad, frustrated or insecure about, and be so untouchable. For sometime, he lay like that, in the same position he had and waited for Kevin to tire, secretly willing him to be tired. Jay's own eyelids were getting heavy and just to keep himself awake and avoid possible argument tomorrow, he spoke very quietly, but in submission all the same. "Yanno tha bed is awfully cold without a built-in heater," he started, though found it impossible to continue, gauging Kevin's reaction.

It was likely impossible for Jay to tell that Kevin's eyes rarely flicked down to the paper under his hand. He watched Jay unceasingly from under his eyelids, memorizing every line of his body as if he didn't already have it committed to memory. "Not done, though," was his hushed and almost distracted answer. "You're not even shivering. Or doin' that burrowing thing you do." Usually Jay practically submerged himself in whatever was near and warm when he was actually cold. Kevin wanted to finish his sketch. People didn't see Jay like this. He was convinced of that. When he looked at his boyfriend and when everyone else did the image they found was startlingly different. It had to be or how could someone not have stolen him away yet?

"Ah don't burrow," he protested, keeping his voice low to a mumble under his breath as though he may break the moment if he spoke too much. He wasn't cold at the moment, nor would he likely be as he didn't feel the cold too often. Mostly, he just liked the heat, liked to be near it and knew that Kevin's response was true. Only because he liked to mummify himself until he had conquered the bed and everything on it, including the extra body.His wing shifted a bit and his shoulder twitched as it so often does when someone tells him to sit still. He resisted the impulse to scratch his nose and blew out a sigh, letting Kevin know that he really wanted him to come to bed. "It's lonely 'ere."

"Y'only don't burrow when yer tryin' to play human blanket." Jay deserved points for not just flat out dragging Kevin back to the bed. He knew what that sigh meant, Kevin couldn't even pretend that he didn't honestly. Despite his boyfriend's wishes he remained still under the window with only his hand moving, seemingly of its own volition. Though Jay would likely keep pointing out reasons why Kevin should return and the sketch was mostly complete. So he left the sketchbook on the floor with his pen atop what appeared to be a rather nude rendition of Jay under the covers of the bed. Kevin hadn't gotten to the clothing and he could finish it later.

With a sigh of his own Kevin stood up and padded back over toward the bed. "Yer worse'n a girlfriend Ah bet." His voice was light and teasing. Kevin didn't actually just slide into bed. Instead he crawled up over Jay. A gloved hand brushed Jay's hair away so kisses could be carefully placed across the back of his neck.

When Kevin finally moved, so did Jay only he found that he only needed to stretch his wings behind him. They opened up, tips touching the opposite wall and readjusted, folding back into his body as Kevin climbed over him. He turned his face after the kiss and smiled. "Someone ain't interested in sleep either," he started, biting his lip. He couldn't see Kevin's eyes, nor his features very well, yet he could feel him, smell him and otherwise, want to die in his arms at any given point. Now would be that perfect time. Instead, his eyes forced him to blink slowly, lids heavy from laying here for so long.

One corner of his mouth pulled upward to begin forming a rather mischievous smirk on Kevin's lips. "Well," he started but cut himself off with a kiss to Jay's jaw. "Ah did say Ah couldn't sleep." His words were followed by another kiss further down the curve of Jay's throat. "And yer the one who wanted me over here." Kevin lifted his boyfriend's chin gently to place a kiss in the center of his throat. "And it's not like Ah can stare at you," this time the kiss found Jay's lips, "and not want you," a second kiss was placed on Jay's lips lighter than the last.

He knew those lips better than he had known any other. It was because of those lips that they got to touch at all and Jay's skin burned at each kiss placed over his sensitive flesh. He was beginning to think he was like Kevin, going without sex for so long and lacking touch that one simple caress would drive him to pure Ecstasy bordering insanity. Lifting his head, he brushed his lips faintly over Kevin's, resting his head back down and blinking again, trying to suppress the groggy feel of sleep that was trying to take him over. His hands lifted, fingers tentatively touching Kevin's sides through his shirt and running them up and down, inching that shirt slowly up. He would have liked it completely off and images of his boyfriend being completely opposite of wearing clothes floated through his head. "You'd fall asleep if ya wasn't distracted."

"If Ah wasn't," he replied with a pointed look that went down Jay's body. "How'm Ah supposed to not be distracted, huh?" The words came as slowly as the kiss that followed them, lingering and patient with a deceptive calmness to it. His hands, however, slipped beneath Jay's shirt which rose as they moved higher up his body. "Ya gonna learn to stop bein' distracting then?" Kevin's words held a playful tone though his eyes clearly were considering other things. Things like getting Jay's shirt high enough that he could lean down and trail kisses over his chest. It wasn't something Kevin did often, because temptation was harder to turn away from than he thought it ought to be. Temptation would call his name like a lover he couldn't have. Kevin was so over not being able to have.

Jay's mind couldn't put it together what Kevin was doing. His body shuddered as kiss by kiss pulled him from his dreamy state and tortured every place they grazed. It was almost unheard of for Kevin to be like this - Jay usually the one doing the grabbing - but to be wanted, actually desired by the only person he had eyes for forced him to take in a sharp breath and tilt his head into the pillow and his back arching up a bit while an uncontrollable moan fell from his lips. He wanted to say Kevin's name, give a warning that maybe they shouldn't do this, but his voice caught in his throat and he found it hard to remotely think straight.

Kevin was careful, always so careful because even though Jay could heal from his touch he couldn't bear the thought of hurting him even accidentally. He couldn't live with actually damaging Jay. Gloved hands helped make sure it was only lips that touched the utterly cherished skin they were pressed into. There was the constant struggle for Kevin between staying completely safe and doing what he wanted. It was the push and pull of wanting Jay, really wanting him, and not wanting to risk injuring him. It was tog-of-war between what he ought to do and what he craved to do. What he'd been craving to do for months. Just looking at Jay was like dying some days for what Kevin couldn't have. Bait dangling just out of grasp. And as his mouth planted kisses further and further down Jay's stomach Kevin warred with himself over where the line had to be drawn, where he could take things safely and what he could control. The problem always was that Jay was never the one that would stop them so if Kevin didn't then it just wouldn't stop.

But why was that bad? He couldn't remember.

Every inch of his body was resonating with energy and he had to grip the bedsheets to keep himself under control. His mind reeled at the attention he was being given. Jay had been dying for some sort of attention for months, yet Kevin always resisted, always stopped them and he rarely ever initiated anything. The novelty in this would not wear off, nor was he crazy about the idea of stopping it. He longed for Kevin so badly that it hurt. It hurt even more to swallow, lick his lips and whisper his boyfriend's name in an attempt to get his attention, warn him and have him stop. Though his body was speaking a different language entirely.

It was the way Jay said his name that got Kevin's eyes to move back up his body to his face. It was that whispering tone desperate to say something but with the smallest hint of indecision. It likely didn't help that the tip of Kevin's tongue traced a line across Jay's stomach as his hand slid further down. It wasn't exactly a well kept secret that Jay was enjoying himself at the moment. Kevin knew he should stop. He knew he should only play on the really, really, really safe side of the line like he always did. Normally he tried to stay so far from the line he was plastered against the wall furthest from it. The line was getting blurry as his eyes questioned his boyfriend and his hand slid over the hard bulge in Jay's pants.

Jay's eyes had difficultly locking with Kevin's when he resurfaced and he tried, god knows, he tried to say something, but it barely came out as anything coherent. It was a very strange time to hear Yvette's voice in his head.

One day, Jay, you are going to find something you cannot heal from.

He wished her to be silent, willed it and immediately got lost with the faintest touch. The temperature rose in his body, flushed his cheeks red, though thankfully Kevin couldn't see it. His lips parted and he licked them again, ready to say something but the swell in his chest silenced him again. But he knew, as soon as his lips crushed against Kevin's, that what Yvette said was true, and he had to make it stop. Now.

It was hard to complain about being distracted from one part of Jay with another, but Kevin probably could have. If anyone would have it would have been him, yet he let Jay distract him. Partially. Sometimes he swore he felt those lips on his skin when he closed his eyes or thought about Jay for too long. Kissing Jay could distract Kevin from anything, quite literally, and he all but froze under the attention that mouth demanded of him. And he gave it gladly. Though his hand had stilled, it hadn't actually moved away and instead lay unassumingly patient.

His own body betrayed him and the things he shouldn't do with Kevin. A hand slipped over the one on his jeans, urging it to continue, not to stop and something between a grunt and a moan escaped his lips. He was far too caught up in this, but no, he didn't want to stop, only because he knew it wouldn't go anywhere. It never did. They would get to a point where Kevin would end it and they would be right back where they had been originally. Frustrated and the sexual tension between them so thick that they'd suffocate. He broke the kiss but his lips lingered pressed and he murmured. "This ain' helpin' me get ta sleep yanno."

It didn't take much urging at all for Kevin's hand to start moving again, pressing down into him. That right there was temptation. Sometimes Kevin wondered if Jay even realized that, if he knew what it was like trying not to touch him. Kevin knew being with him was frustrating for Jay, though which of them it was more frustrating for likely just depended on the day. Today Kevin was pretty sure it was him. The sheer force of will it took to not strip Jay right now was more willpower than Kevin knew he had. "So you'll sleep all day," he whispered, the sound barely loud enough to make it past his lips. "Just like you did yesterday. And today. Yer not the one who's gotta be at work in a couple hours." Sleep wasn't a concern as a necessary thing to be had before then any longer.

"Sounds like yer complainin'," he taunted, fingers luring Kevin's body closer. What might have been tragic that Jay could only kiss Kevin's lips but turned creative as he thought of new ways to make their lips together be more interesting. It was hard, between the two of them, to breathe let alone make any sort of protest that remotely sounded like a protest. His hands, however, knew Kevin's body like a familiar landscape yet paused now and then, giving small caresses before turning into an all out grip, nailing into a scratch.

"Only 'bout a...certain lack...of a certain person." The words came slowly, having to use breaking in kissing to utter them while not willing to part his mouth from his boyfriend's. Kevin had actually have liked for it to have been Jay who'd gone into the city with him to sell his art. Cessily was nice, and she was was like a walking sculpture, but she wasn't Jay. Jay'd been asleep though so Kevin hadn't wanted to bother waking him. He felt the absence like a pain and now he felt compelled to prove just how must he'd missed his boyfriend. While Jay occupied Kevin's lips his hands busied themselves with the button and then the zipper of Jay's jeans.

While those hands figured out his zipper, Jay was trying to piece together how they would do whatever it is that they were going to do. He couldn't think of anyone who would be able to imagine how badly Jay wanted Kevin, how he wanted all of Kevin and not just in bits and pieces. "Someone... mm.. Loves me upstairs.." he laughed at himself, thinking either he must be losing it or he was quickly becoming hysterical under the influence of Kevin's hands.

Kevin laughed at Jay as well, "Hmm, m'Ah a holy experience now?" The continued laughter was muffled as best it could be by his lips being pressed to Jay's neck. Kevin was thinking, always thinking, of how he could accomplish the things he wanted to do to Jay. It was leagues easier to figure out than any of the things he dreamed of having done to him by Jay. Quite literally dreamed, his unconscious hours were plagued with images so vivid he was sure they must have actually been taking place. Jay's zipper was left down and a gloved hand snaked into the opening while Kevin's mouth wrapped around the side of his neck, intent on leaving his mark in the most literal, purple way possible.

Kevin was hot against Jay, more so than normal and Jay opened up himself to Kevin's touch, turning his head away to allow better access to his neck. His hips bucked and a tremble laced through his body again, unable to suppress any moans of pleasure. Kevin's interest was Jay's weakness and though there was no light at the end of their dark tunnel, their eyes adjusted. Warm breath kissed his neck and Jay reached up blindly grabbing fabric, pulling Kevin more against him than before. Kevin did most of the direction while Jay followed, looking for approval and losing himself to his boyfriend's kiss and letting his five senses take the wheel.

Who needed light at the end of the tunnel? Kevin didn't even want light, he wanted to spiral further into darkness. He wanted to be swallowed by an abyss that'd contain nothing more than them. Kevin wanted to feel Jay so badly. He wanted the feeling of skin on skin and the more he thought about it the harder it became to think about anything else. It hadn't taken long for Kevin's impatience to lead him to freeing the hardness in his hand from the confines of the boxers that bound it. The material of his gloves was thin, soft, sleek and allowed his hand to slide along the soft skin within his hand's grasp easily. It was thin enough that Kevin could feel through them, but that material was still in his way and he despised it. He almost despised it as much as the material of the pj pants he wore. Thin and taunting, yet Kevin made it even worse for himself when he took Jay's hand and pressed it against the aching proof of how badly he wanted his boyfriend.

Jay's breath quickened and his heart hammered against his chest. Too close. Too close, he told himself, but it was like torture to do this, to be here beneath Kevin, on his side, covered by his boyfriend's body. He arched his back, tilted his head back in another moan full of pleasure, full of aching, knowing he couldn't touch. Months of not being touched drew out another shudder in his body, a push in his hips and his hands feverishly dug into the fabric covering Kevin's back. It was like heaven to know Kevin's ache was as bad as his, pressing his hand over it in stroke after stroke. "Kevin," Jay whispered, pleaded and begged with his body, whether it be release or something more. His bare hand held the fabric, held Kevin and for every stroke, his boyfriend's bare flesh came dangerously close to Jay's skin. If he could just...

Keivn's mouth was forced to let go of Jay's neck as a nearly inaudible moan was torn from deep in his throat. Contact. It wasn't even the contact he really wanted but it was contact enough to drive his mind to distraction and cause his hips to grind into his boyfriend's hand. He was bordering on overstimulated and Kevin couldn't decide if he liked that or not. In a way he was lost in the sensation of bodies and lips and hands and the sweat beading and rolling down his spine. The already violently angry, red mark he'd left just above the curve of Jay's shoulder on his neck only added to it.

"Jay," the name came whispered from right next to his ear, so close Kevin's breath bounced back to his lips, "you trust me?" What Kevin wanted to do required trust, real trust. From both of them. He knew that he'd rather burn alive than hurt Jay, knew he'd do everything in his power to never harm him and it was the case from the beginning. But Kevin finally trusted himself to not get so lost that an accident happened. It took until now for him to trust himself to do what he'd wanted to for months.

His breath was ragged, struggling with the sexual advances that ground into his palm and, like energy, surged up through his arm right down in between his own legs. He craved to do anything to Kevin, whether it be biting, nipping or wrestle his boyfriend into a position that would work for them both. He was so submerged into the moment that he hadn't heard the question immediately. It was a far away voice, alluring, coaxing him to just let go and Jay was tempted like Eve, tempted to bite into the apple. It was only one bite.

"Yes," he whispered, leveling his eyes with Kevin's. Right now, right here, he wanted Kevin so badly he would have done anything for him, agreed to anything he asked, so long as he asked it of Jay and no one else. Had he been in a rational state of mind, he may have said no with great hesitation. Little alarms went off in the back of his head, but he ignored them, brushing them aside for the intimate and persuasive touches. He devoted it all to his boyfriend and nothing else. After being together for so long, he knew Kevin's quirks and the subtle caress needed to drive his boyfriend over rational thought. And he didn't want rational - it always broke the mood and he was far from any desire to do that.

Rational had fled a long time ago. It seemed the moment Kevin put someone in the category of "art" he ceased to be completely rational. He'd made Jay art by drawing him and the simple act of looking at him like that had magnified his constant desire to touch, to feel, to kiss. An endless aching want that was never sated. And it likely wouldn't be now either, but he'd try like hell to sate it.

Kevin's free hand slid up Jay's arm and pulled him up easily. He needed to get Jay up so he could get him on his back, though he knew the wings made it kind of hard. Kevin would try his damnedest to make any discomfort from the position worth it though. His lips found his boyfriend's as he laid him back against the pillows. While want piled higher and higher on itself he chose to take his time. Jay was quite literally a gift. A thing he didn't deserve being what he was but that he'd managed to get anyway. He didn't ever take it for granted that he had Jay and his kisses always lingered longer than they had to because of it. When he did pull away his lips didn't get far before they whispered, "Ah love you, y'know." He never said it. Once, when he was exhausted from overusing his powers Kevin had told Jay but not once since then. Not until now.

He seemed hesitant to leave his boyfriend's lips, but Kevin kissed his way back down Jay's body. Each kiss lingered longer than the last, a few were followed by light grazings of teeth or tongue. Kevin paused, tongue running over Jay's hip. Eyes locked on his boyfriend's, Kevin gave him a chance to change his mind, to panic, to freak out, to stop him. It didn't come. Without his eyes ever leaving Jay's his mouth closed over soft flesh, tongue running down from the tip as Kevin took a deep breath to calm his own nerves. He could do this safely, he knew he could. And there were no words to convey how badly he wanted to do this.