[There was a range of reactions that Jamil had expected, or, if not expected, a range of reactions he wouldn't be surprised by. As an example, laughter: not mocking laughter, not from Kalim, but happy laughter. Surprise. Confusion? He had expected that he would be walking back to the stove at this point, sighing about something-or-another, Kalim laughing about something-or-another, and maybe things would feel a little less wrong then they felt before.
What he hadn't expected was this: Kalim cradling his face like he was something valuable. He hadn't expected Kalim's fingers coaxing him without words to stay, like he was something rare and fleeting. He hadn't expected to be kissed, like he was someone who mattered, like he was someone important, like he was someone who Kalim wanted, needed.
Jamil's eyes widen, his breath catches, he kisses back, of course, he's not thinking, how can he think, he kisses, and tilts his head so he can have a better angle, and his fingers catch Kalim's arm in his own- lightly, his fingers grazing the inside of Kalim's forearm, tracing the edges of Kalim's skin, and Jamil kisses, and kisses, and-
-and then there's a noise. Something crashing. A shout. Something. Jamil pulls back, blinking like a child who had just woken up from a long dream.]
Did you want to kiss me that badly? [Bravado as a mask, confidence as a ruse, said much more breathlessly than he'd like. Jamil said it more confidently than he felt, at least...which really wasn't much of an accomplishment as there was a part of him that wanted nothing more than to go to a basketball club meeting right this second as those were stressful, but Floyd and Ace were both really distracting. Really, really distracting. Having basketballs thrown at his head would keep him from having to think too much.
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What he hadn't expected was this: Kalim cradling his face like he was something valuable. He hadn't expected Kalim's fingers coaxing him without words to stay, like he was something rare and fleeting. He hadn't expected to be kissed, like he was someone who mattered, like he was someone important, like he was someone who Kalim wanted, needed.
Jamil's eyes widen, his breath catches, he kisses back, of course, he's not thinking, how can he think, he kisses, and tilts his head so he can have a better angle, and his fingers catch Kalim's arm in his own- lightly, his fingers grazing the inside of Kalim's forearm, tracing the edges of Kalim's skin, and Jamil kisses, and kisses, and-
-and then there's a noise. Something crashing. A shout. Something. Jamil pulls back, blinking like a child who had just woken up from a long dream.]
Did you want to kiss me that badly? [Bravado as a mask, confidence as a ruse, said much more breathlessly than he'd like. Jamil said it more confidently than he felt, at least...which really wasn't much of an accomplishment as there was a part of him that wanted nothing more than to go to a basketball club meeting right this second as those were stressful, but Floyd and Ace were both really distracting. Really, really distracting. Having basketballs thrown at his head would keep him from having to think too much.
...he didn't want Kalim to answer that.]
I should finish cooking.