[Jack's smiling. He doesn't smile often, never has, but he's always found it easier to smile with Isaac than anyone else, no matter the situation. He smiles, and he kisses back, and it feels right, it feels good, it feels warm and happy and safe and comfortable and everything Jack's never really felt with anyone else.
He follows Isaac's gentle pulling, his hands making their way to Isaac's hips, because that's what feels right, that's what makes sense, and honestly he's not thinking right now. He's done thinking for a while.
Isaac doesn't need to speak, and Jack doesn't really have anything to say. They're saying it all in the way they hold each other, the way Jack's hands weave into Isaac's shirt like they were made together, the way Jack smiles and looks back and looks back into Isaac's eyes and suddenly he just has to laugh. Just quietly. A soft laugh that's punctuated by another kiss because that's good. And he wants it to keep happening.]
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He follows Isaac's gentle pulling, his hands making their way to Isaac's hips, because that's what feels right, that's what makes sense, and honestly he's not thinking right now. He's done thinking for a while.
Isaac doesn't need to speak, and Jack doesn't really have anything to say. They're saying it all in the way they hold each other, the way Jack's hands weave into Isaac's shirt like they were made together, the way Jack smiles and looks back and looks back into Isaac's eyes and suddenly he just has to laugh. Just quietly. A soft laugh that's punctuated by another kiss because that's good. And he wants it to keep happening.]