Andrew kissed back and mirrored the mood, all long and drawn out days that he hoped they'd spend together, that they'd already spent. He eskimo kissed and then laughed a little, a chuckle that morphed into a little sigh swallowed up in Jack's mouth in the next moment.
He rubbed his leg back up against Jack and wondered where this was going for them between kisses. His whole life up to this point felt like it had been waiting for Jack, and although he had him now he hadn't had anyone else before, anyone else. He was nervous about where they would eventually go, but he wanted to go there; he wanted to be as close to Jack as he'd never been to any other person, and the surge of love he felt thinking that had him curling his foot around Jack's calf, holding onto the other boy like he was worried something would come along and tear them apart.