"The best kind of candy," Jack agreed with a slow, heated smile. His bare feet were quiet on the floor as he crossed the room, until his knees were bumping against the edge of the bed, and he was climbing on.
He crawled up over Andrew and nudged his shoulder, urging him to roll over onto his back. And then he just looked at him, eyes sweeping over him, and once again he wondered how he had gone so long without really seeing what was right in front of him.
Well. That wouldn't be a problem anymore.
Jack slipped a hand up under Andrew's hoody, so a hand could curl warm around his side as he leaned down to claim his lips with his own.