Oh, please! ( Jonas cries out in response, rubbing the centre of his chest after he's done reeling and swinging his arms to stay on their bone bench. ) That sounds so believable when you're, like, laughing your ass off!
( He is, too. When was the last time they did this? Have they ever?
Even drunk, playing games with Cain, exchanging questions both fun and not, they didn't laugh this hard. He hasn't with Cain, either. Nothing can ruin this moment, but the night feels... disjointed without him here.
Fingers brush Noctis' shoulder, slipping up the side of his neck and behind his ear. A lock of hair is tucked there, and Jonas smiles. )
Try your hand at being mean to me. Go on, I gotta hear this.
[ Actually subjecting Jonas to violence is, of course, laughable, so he eases up on him when the other boy fights for his balance. It's hard, though. It makes for a good excuse to touch him when the line is as blurry as it is right now, not trying to tempt his tipsy friend into making a mistake that he might be too drunk to recognize as one.
Then Jonas tucks his hair behind his ear, and his chest suddenly feels like it's about to burst. A sharp intake of breath is held like he can somehow freeze the moment in place if he refuses to react, that single gesture startling him to his core perhaps more than the feel of lips on his had. It feels like something a lover would do, not for any sexual reason but just to make their partner feel taken care of. ]
You're really... special.
[ A bit lamely, and it's clear from his expression and tone that either he hasn't heard Jonas or can't even fathom trying. Only after a moment does he blink, remembering himself. ]
... wow. I should be sleeping, huh... Instead I'm out here with some idiot...
( After a mediocre life, exceptional things can still happen to him. Meeting Noctis was a surprise, and he's become a lighthouse in the void of everything else since. To hear this bright boy call him special is indescribable, but he knows how it all culminates: Love.
He loves him. He's been waiting for him for millennia.
Another kiss is placed where a talking mouth is, though it's chaste. Simple affection with nowhere else to go. )
Yeah, you are, but... don't go. Can't you just sit out here like this for a while?
[ The way Jonas looks at him is overwhelming, like a responsibility he fears fumbling but one that he's actually chosen for himself. To go from silly jokes to this so quickly is dizzying, but lips that press tenderness into his own justify it all as forged from a common purpose. That romantic attraction is strong, for both of them, and he trusts that not even alcohol could cause him to misconstrue what they both want from each other.
Does he have a boyfriend now? Does he have to ask first? He wants to ask, he realizes, but if kissing is inadvisable then that can only be worse. Leaning in against him again is an impossible gravitational pull to resist, but that sway is caught before he recreates their shared moment with a little less tenderness. ]
... sorry. I know I invited you out here and everything and you were probably sleeping before. I'm thinking... probably I should head back to my tent. [ He lingers, expression comically serious even as he's trying his hardest not to stare at Jonas's mouth.
And after battling with himself for far too long, he unnecessarily adds: ] You know I'm saying that because I have to, right? Not because I wanna' blow you off.
( He's beautiful. It's hard to think about anything else, especially when his dick's hard and he's getting a hard buzz on. Feeling Noctis' body against his would be as divine as Cain's, and it's that thought that makes him pause before meeting that sway with another kiss.
Cain.
Eyes lowering away from hair that looks just similar enough to be a strong reminder, Jonas nods. )
Yeah, I know. I don't have to like it, though. ( Smiling to contrast Noctis' put-upon sternness, his hands finally come away, working on untangling himself from warmth to again face the fire and stand. ) No, I gotta go, too. You're way too... uh... I'm having too much fun. That'sāI should get back to sleep.
( Almost hurriedly, he adds: ) Hey, this is gonna be the same in the morning, though. This. You and me.
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( He is, too. When was the last time they did this? Have they ever?
Even drunk, playing games with Cain, exchanging questions both fun and not, they didn't laugh this hard. He hasn't with Cain, either. Nothing can ruin this moment, but the night feels... disjointed without him here.
Fingers brush Noctis' shoulder, slipping up the side of his neck and behind his ear. A lock of hair is tucked there, and Jonas smiles. )
Try your hand at being mean to me. Go on, I gotta hear this.
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Then Jonas tucks his hair behind his ear, and his chest suddenly feels like it's about to burst. A sharp intake of breath is held like he can somehow freeze the moment in place if he refuses to react, that single gesture startling him to his core perhaps more than the feel of lips on his had. It feels like something a lover would do, not for any sexual reason but just to make their partner feel taken care of. ]
You're really... special.
[ A bit lamely, and it's clear from his expression and tone that either he hasn't heard Jonas or can't even fathom trying. Only after a moment does he blink, remembering himself. ]
... wow. I should be sleeping, huh... Instead I'm out here with some idiot...
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He loves him. He's been waiting for him for millennia.
Another kiss is placed where a talking mouth is, though it's chaste. Simple affection with nowhere else to go. )
Yeah, you are, but... don't go. Can't you just sit out here like this for a while?
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Does he have a boyfriend now? Does he have to ask first? He wants to ask, he realizes, but if kissing is inadvisable then that can only be worse. Leaning in against him again is an impossible gravitational pull to resist, but that sway is caught before he recreates their shared moment with a little less tenderness. ]
... sorry. I know I invited you out here and everything and you were probably sleeping before. I'm thinking... probably I should head back to my tent. [ He lingers, expression comically serious even as he's trying his hardest not to stare at Jonas's mouth.
And after battling with himself for far too long, he unnecessarily adds: ] You know I'm saying that because I have to, right? Not because I wanna' blow you off.
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Cain.
Eyes lowering away from hair that looks just similar enough to be a strong reminder, Jonas nods. )
Yeah, I know. I don't have to like it, though. ( Smiling to contrast Noctis' put-upon sternness, his hands finally come away, working on untangling himself from warmth to again face the fire and stand. ) No, I gotta go, too. You're way too... uh... I'm having too much fun. That'sāI should get back to sleep.
( Almost hurriedly, he adds: ) Hey, this is gonna be the same in the morning, though. This. You and me.