Knowing that Chris was looking at his body, Jake pretended to ignore it and act like it was natural for him to half-strip while eating dinner. He sipped at his wine again, then smiled.
"That and it tastes good," Jake said, and seeing a bit of sauce in the corner of Chris' mouth he rose up on his knees. Jake leaned in and cupped Chris' chin with a few fingers, holding the man still while he kissed the spot of pizza sauce, flicking his tongue over it.
"Tastes better on you than on the pizza I think," he murmured, then moved away again.