Aaron's warm hands caressed his nape, breath hot against Jackon's cheek. He smelt of oil and shampoo and bacon butties, and was scraping his teeth - just ah there. Jackson gripped his shoulders as Aaron nipped his neck, stubble prickling against skin.
Aaron pulled Jackson's face towards his, lips flirting - never touching. Jackson closed his eyes - tingling with half-remembered touches, caresses, kisses -
Aaron drew back.
"What about my birthday kiss?"
Aaron grinned impishly.
"You'll just have to wait."