Theo hadn't planned on falling asleep with Jamie in his arms, but there they were—curled together under the blanket on the couch, the room lit only by the soft pulse of the streetlight through the curtains. Time had gotten lost somewhere between their first kiss and the way Jamie's head had fit perfectly against his shoulder.
It was Jamie who stirred first. He shifted, stretching slowly like a cat, his hand brushing low across Theo's abdomen, just beneath the hem of his shirt.
Theo's breath caught.
Jamie looked up at him, eyes still soft with sleep but darker now. Slower. Hungrier.
"Can I?" he asked, his voice low, barely more than breath.
Theo nodded, body already answering before his voice could catch up. "Yeah."
Jamie's lips found his again, and this time there was no hesitation—just heat. Deep, grounding, and dizzying all at once. Theo wrapped his arms around Jamie's waist, tugging him closer, feeling every inch of him as he settled into his lap.
Fingers slipped under fabric. Mouths found skin. There was something reverent about the way Jamie touched him—not rushed, not greedy, but like every part of Theo was worth knowing. Exploring. Worshipping.
Theo's shirt came off first. Then Jamie's. Skin against skin, heat blooming wherever they touched.
The couch creaked softly beneath them, but neither cared. They were tangled now—legs, hands, breath. Theo found himself laughing once, breathlessly, when Jamie bit his lip just a little too hard. Jamie only grinned, kissing the sting away like an apology.
"This okay?" Jamie asked again, hovering over him now, his voice rough.
Theo nodded, lips brushing Jamie's jaw. "Yeah. More than okay."
Everything slowed. Every movement intentional. A hand sliding down a ribcage. A mouth pressed to a collarbone. The sound of breath catching, breaking, rising. Jamie whispered something against Theo's skin—words that were probably incoherent, but the tone was all Theo needed to understand: I want you. I see you. I'm here.
They didn't rush. They savored.
After, they lay tangled together, their bodies still warm, skin damp, heartbeats slowly syncing back into rhythm.
Jamie's thumb traced lazy circles along Theo's side. "You always this quiet?" he asked.
Theo smiled, eyes half-lidded. "Only when I'm trying to remember every second."
Jamie kissed his shoulder, then the corner of his mouth. "Good. Because I plan on giving you more to remember."
And just like that, Theo knew he was in trouble.
The best kind.
Theo hadn't planned on falling asleep with Jamie in his arms, but there they were—curled together under the blanket on the couch, the room lit only by the soft pulse of the streetlight through the curtains. Time had gotten lost somewhere between their first kiss and the way Jamie's head had fit perfectly against his shoulder.
It was Jamie who stirred first. He shifted, stretching slowly like a cat, his hand brushing low across Theo's abdomen, just beneath the hem of his shirt.
Theo's breath caught.
Jamie looked up at him, eyes still soft with sleep but darker now. Slower. Hungrier.
"Can I?" he asked, his voice low, barely more than breath.
Theo nodded, body already answering before his voice could catch up. "Yeah."
Jamie's lips found his again, and this time there was no hesitation—just heat. Deep, grounding, and dizzying all at once. Theo wrapped his arms around Jamie's waist, tugging him closer, feeling every inch of him as he settled into his lap.
Fingers slipped under fabric. Mouths found skin. There was something reverent about the way Jamie touched him—not rushed, not greedy, but like every part of Theo was worth knowing. Exploring. Worshipping.
Theo's shirt came off first. Then Jamie's. Skin against skin, heat blooming wherever they touched.
The couch creaked softly beneath them, but neither cared. They were tangled now—legs, hands, breath. Theo found himself laughing once, breathlessly, when Jamie bit his lip just a little too hard. Jamie only grinned, kissing the sting away like an apology.
"This okay?" Jamie asked again, hovering over him now, his voice rough.
Theo nodded, lips brushing Jamie's jaw. "Yeah. More than okay."
Everything slowed. Every movement intentional. A hand sliding down a ribcage. A mouth pressed to a collarbone. The sound of breath catching, breaking, rising. Jamie whispered something against Theo's skin—words that were probably incoherent, but the tone was all Theo needed to understand: I want you. I see you. I'm here.
They didn't rush. They savored.
After, they lay tangled together, their bodies still warm, skin damp, heartbeats slowly syncing back into rhythm.
Jamie's thumb traced lazy circles along Theo's side. "You always this quiet?" he asked.
Theo smiled, eyes half-lidded. "Only when I'm trying to remember every second."
Jamie kissed his shoulder, then the corner of his mouth. "Good. Because I plan on giving you more to remember."
And just like that, Theo knew he was in trouble.
The best kind.