"Hm?" Andrew looked expectantly quizzical at Jack as he reached over, wondering what his best friend was doing. He held still as Jack wiped his chin, oh, clean, and then licked it off... his eyes were huge and he'd stopped eating and the only reason that he swallowed was because if he didn't, he was going to choke.
Oh Merlin, Jack knew how he tasted? Nothing seemed as causal to him anymore and he somewhat hated himself for poisoning the moment between them, even if he was the only one who knew. He picked up a plastic fork and flipped open the American pancakes to dig out a forkful.