( he isn't tough, though. aidan's real damn good at faking, it's his number one best skill. but he's not tough. stubborn. an asshole with a mouth that doesn't quit. an idiot, most days. but aidan would never use the word tough. he almost breaks, here. jai has his hands on him and he knows better than to reach out but he almost does.
almost.
and then jai's leaning over him, pressing their foreheads together and aidan can feel his breath against his lips. for a dream, this shit is stupidly realistic and it's fucking with him. he wants suddenly, inexplicably. wants to reach out his hand and brush fingers through jai's hair, wants to hold onto him, feel him. but he knows how fast a hand going for the side of someone's head can turn bad. how easy it'd be to fist his fingers into jai's hair, yank hard and with purpose. he could throw a leg over jai's hips, try to pull him off balance. he doesn't want to, fuck. but jai is used to fighting, he's used to hands being used as blunt weapons, and the absolute last thing aidan wants to do here is give him any reason to back off.
instead he tips his chin back just a bit. presses that much closer. stays absolutely, perfectly pliant under jai. the ground isn't the most comfortable place to lay down, but it isn't terrible, either. manageable. )
Jai, ( it's whispered soft, barely more than air leaving his lungs. ) can I touch you? Just your cheek, with my fingers. ( this is already a lot. he won't be too disappointed if he's turned down; aidan never expected to get this far, let alone--anything else. )
no subject
almost.
and then jai's leaning over him, pressing their foreheads together and aidan can feel his breath against his lips. for a dream, this shit is stupidly realistic and it's fucking with him. he wants suddenly, inexplicably. wants to reach out his hand and brush fingers through jai's hair, wants to hold onto him, feel him. but he knows how fast a hand going for the side of someone's head can turn bad. how easy it'd be to fist his fingers into jai's hair, yank hard and with purpose. he could throw a leg over jai's hips, try to pull him off balance. he doesn't want to, fuck. but jai is used to fighting, he's used to hands being used as blunt weapons, and the absolute last thing aidan wants to do here is give him any reason to back off.
instead he tips his chin back just a bit. presses that much closer. stays absolutely, perfectly pliant under jai. the ground isn't the most comfortable place to lay down, but it isn't terrible, either. manageable. )
Jai, ( it's whispered soft, barely more than air leaving his lungs. ) can I touch you? Just your cheek, with my fingers. ( this is already a lot. he won't be too disappointed if he's turned down; aidan never expected to get this far, let alone--anything else. )