Jamie tossed the shirt to settle with his, fully feeling the tension formed from the pain Brodie must have felt. God, how the Hell had he even dressed himself? Jamie couldn't imagine how much pain he must've been feeling having never broken a rib. Oh sure, he'd been bruised all to Hell before but never broken. It was a different sort of pain.
He had called Brodie his boyfriend earlier. Really, he hadn't thought much about it until now but at the moment there was a sense of truth to it. Brodie was his whether the Aussie liked it or not.
Running his hands over bare shoulders, arms, what parts of Brodie's chest weren't injured... Touching everything and anything he could, memorizing the feel of his flesh. And when Jamie sank into the kiss again, it was like there was a little spark that hadn't been there until then and he reveled in it.
His fingers found the edge of Brodie's pants, running around the edge and playing with the button but not actually undoing it. It was a gentle teasing.