[Gabriel has barely let his duffel touch the ground when he looks back up to find Jack in his personal space. His shoulders tense a little, leftover muscle memory from when someone moving at him with such purpose would most certainly be doing so to hit him. It becomes immediately clear, however, that Jack is not going to throw a punch, even though perhaps a part of him was expecting it.
Instead, Jack presses his lips to Gabriel’s, and he lets out a muffled little noise of surprise. It’s clear for a spit second, Gabriel has no idea what to do with this—Jack is not necessarily the most forward person to be in a relationship with, but the hands on his forearms are firm, and he has no choice but to take a few steps back until he hits the door.
Then, of course, the most logical thing to do seems to be kissing back, which Gabriel is more than happy to do, letting his eyes slide closed and his hand creep up to Jack’s shoulder.]
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Instead, Jack presses his lips to Gabriel’s, and he lets out a muffled little noise of surprise. It’s clear for a spit second, Gabriel has no idea what to do with this—Jack is not necessarily the most forward person to be in a relationship with, but the hands on his forearms are firm, and he has no choice but to take a few steps back until he hits the door.
Then, of course, the most logical thing to do seems to be kissing back, which Gabriel is more than happy to do, letting his eyes slide closed and his hand creep up to Jack’s shoulder.]