A/N: To keep with the theme, I'm classifying this as the first real kiss. A quickie before I head off to bed. Possibly more this weekend, though, I'm not sure what I want to do nxt.
Jimmy leaned back against the couch again, but now he was ignoring my staring. Ignoring it until I lifted my hand to touch my mouth, that is.
"Hah, you act like you've never been kissed," he smirked, tilting his head back to watch me.
"Not…Not like that," I stammered and he laughed before pulling himself onto the couch next to me.
"I've been told I'm good," he taunted, still grinning as he stared off into space, "But that time I wasn't even trying, kid. You'd know it if I was trying."
"I meant not with a-" I started, before I realized that Jimmy wasn't exactly the type to care if I thought I was only interested in women, "Not when I wasn't ready for it."
"Yeah, yeah, still had you pretty fucking paralyzed," he jeered, moving to lie across the couch, sprawling half on the empty cushion and half across my lap, "Now come on, shut up, you're bringing me down."
"Well it's easy to get someone all fucked up if you catch them off guard like that," I protested, which got Jimmy to sit up straight again, inches from my face, with that incredibly smug and amused smirk on his face.
I'll admit that he was pissing me off, which is half of why I tried to prove my point by leaning in to kiss him again. It wasn't exactly smart, though, because he was ready for me.
Instead, I was caught off guard again when he gave me a sharp shove that sent me reeling back onto the arm of the couch. I stared at him wide eyed, but he just shook his head, completely calm and still looking pleased with himself.
"Oh, no, Johnny. It's never going to be like that," he laughed before leaning in close again and fixing me to the spot with a suddenly intense glare.
"Don't you ever think you're the one in control, Johnny boy," he cooed, his mouth close to mine again. "You got it?"
It took me a few seconds to regain enough composure to nod slightly. I wasn't about to let myself talk and sound as pathetic as I felt.
"Now that's better," he smiled, leaning in to kiss the side of my jaw before kissing his way back to my mouth, far more gentle than the first time. And now I had enough warning to open my mouth when he nipped at my bottom lip. Even though he was being gentle now, I knew he was leading the way, but I was happy enough to let his tongue do most of the work.
"If you want to play, we're playing my way," Jimmy muttered when he got bored of kissing me, moving on to unzipping the jacket I was still wearing.