Your name is Dirk Strider and oh my god you've been waiting for this and now it's incredible. Jake has a taste, something you've longed for but never thought you would try for yourself…and it's the faintest sweet scent of orange and sun on grassy fields and corn, and spicy cologne…it's him, all of him, and you can't get enough of it, you are drunk with the scent of him.
You pull Jake closer into you and feel his mouth open, soft under your lips. His front teeth scrape oh so gently as his tongue slides against yours, pressing into the roof of your mouth.
He moves apart and breathes heavy on your bristled chin, making you shiver. You tilt your head back as his mouth moves onto your neck. He sucks hard as you press your fingers deeper into his dark hair. Your eyes close behind your shades as he begins to move down your throat, nibbling into your exposed Adam's apple.
Oh bollocks, you think. I'm falling for you again, Strider. And this time…it isn't stopping…
Because now, you feel his neck tighten under your mouth and you glance up. He's grinning at you, and you feel yourself grin too, because it's amazing and just freaking works. You can't explain it.
I… …I can't…
Oh…
Your brain keeps protesting half-heartedly, but you ignore it. Your mouth is a little busy at the moment.
Dirk's hands move from your neck, sliding down your spine. Your lips meet again and you close your eyes, wrapping your own arms around his waist. He pulls you into his lap and you straddle him, legs bent and feet pressing into the side of the couch.
Your pulse is flying out of control, a bass beat, a speeding train of a heartbeat and you think something along the lines of, This could make a sick beat if I could just get a sample- before your brain quietly explodes as Jake kisses you harder. You feel your hands moving down his back and pressing into his thighs. He tilts his head and you want to just rip his glasses off because those inconsiderate little f-ers are getting in the way, how dare they.
So you do, you reach up with a free hand to tug them off and his eyes open in surprise, a flash of pure emerald and long, dark eyelashes. Jake grins and reaches up to pull your dark shades off and you're blinking in the dim room. The only light coming from the blue glow of the TV still playing your movie.
And now you both realize that sloppy make outs just aren't enough.