He almost made some sound of pain - his shoulder was still stiff and sore and he was having problems raising his arm again - but then Jim's mouth was on his and that was all he could think about. Like always, his stomach bottomed out, and Nathan was utterly wrapped up in Jim. This time, though, it was tinged with that bitterness, that loss, that without that Nathan had been drowning in. His good hand went up to weave into Jim's hair, desperately holding on, like he could make this stay.
Stumbling backwards, his back hit the wall, the bag falling down next to him, forgotten. Nathan whimpered softly in the back of his throat, kissing back so eagerly he was almost sure his lips would be bruised and swollen. Not that he cared. "Christ, Jim," he managed before kissing him harder, need almost making him choke on how desperately he wanted this.