He smiled at Brodie's pout and lightly kissed those down turned lips. Yeah, that wasn't helping the stopping. Still, he couldn't help it. Brodie had just looked so cute in that moment. And it really wasn't that he didn't want to because clearly he did and a dull throb in his groin reminded him of that.
"Mmphm," he started, shaking his head a little. "No," he answered honestly but Jamie was very quick to elaborate, "I... Don't want to leave. But staying here is not really helping how fucking hard I am." He was not going to lie... He probably should have. This was not going to help either.
With a soft, desperate sound he rested his forehead on Brodie's shoulder. Stupid fucking ribs. Stupid fucking stitches. Stupid fucking boat.