xp_logs | Jean-Paul and Jake

Jake opts to stay over for the night. He and Jean-Paul distract themselves from grimmer thoughts with reading and snacks. Utter fluff.

They were sprawled on Jean-Paul's couch, the speedster with his feet on the coffee table and Jake's head resting against his chest, the hand not holding a book toying with the shapeshifter's hair. Jake was draped across the rest of the couch with his own book, one hand tracing patterns absently on Jean-Paul's leg. There was an assortment of snacks on the table next to the Canadian's legs, and Jake reached for the food without looking.

"Damn," he said as his fingers landed in the oversized jar of Nutella.

"Touch my book with that hand and you die. Let me see." Despite his words, Jean-Paul did not look terribly upset at Jake's carelessness, not even as he lifted the shapeshifter's fingers to his lips.

Jake grinned. "It's a good thing for your books that you're here to save them from--ah," he trailed off into a sigh as his fingers disappeared one at a time into the speedster's mouth. He grinned up at Jean-Paul as he finished. "I can't believe that worked on the first try," he smirked.

"Oh yes, clever you!" Jean-Paul rolled his eyes and mimed biting the fingers off Jake's right hand. "Aim for the hummus next time."

"So now I'm taking requests?" Jake asked, craning his neck up to look at Jean-Paul.

"The alternative is to throw you down and make a sampler plate of you and I am enjoying this book."

Jake snorted. "Tossed over for a book? Clearly, I'm losing my touch." He swiped a finger through the hummus lazily, then offered it to Jean-Paul. "Do I need to put a cracker between my teeth, too?"

"I could use the extra carbs." Jean-Paul smirked and licked Jake's finger clean. "I am sorry to tell you this Jake, but while I care for you very much, Ambrose Bierce and I have kept up an enduring and passionate affair since I was a teen. I am not sure you have what it takes to unseat this book."

"That sounds like a chall-enge," Jake said in a singsong voice, holding up another finger's worth of hummus with an expectant grin.

"So do you." Jean-Paul finally set his paperback aside and gave Jake his full attention, first to his finger, then to his lips.

Jake moaned into the kiss, letting his slick fingers slide along Jean-Paul's jaw, then pulled away with a smirk. "Thanks," he said, returning back to his book as if it were the only thing on his mind.

"Impossible man." Jean-Paul rose to his feet, leaving Jake's skull to thump down onto the couch cushions, and headed for the kitchen.

"You're not supposed to call my bluff!" Jake called cheerily after him. After a moment, he set his book down and followed the speedster into the kitchen curiously.

A moment later, he'd been tackled over the back of the sofa, onto the cushions again, and had a very smug Quebecois kissing the breath out of him.

"You're--very good at this game," Jake panted once he was given the opportunity to breathe again.

"I have a competitive nature."