[ it unfolds like an actual comedy, at jason's expense. except it wouldn't be if he would sit down, but dick rarely manages to wrangle a playful look out of jason. why on earth would dick stop now? he doesn't miss the way jason's eyes drop lower than they need to and dick warms with the thought that jason might be staring.
but then he's bumping into the pretty stranger and dick is trying to stifle his laughter behind a hand, shoulders shaking despite it. jason's so stubborn, he's arguing instead of apologizing for bumping into their stranger. he feels like he's a little tipsy, despite not drinking anything, because he finds himself thinking the two don't look bad at all together. their stranger doesn't seem upset at all and dick wouldn't blame him. jason's plenty attractive and his mind supplies some colorful ways that brief moment could have turned.
unfortunately, then jason's turning right back around, which leads him bumping right into dick, and he catches him by the waist before he can turn and flee. ] Something like that, [ dick agrees distracted, but understanding suddenly the importance that they're not blood. his hands feel warm, tingly and right on jason's hips and it dawns on him how easy it would be to drag his hands down to cup jay's ass or cock. things that he has no business thinking, things that make his face flush with shame. ] You could have just asked if you wanted to sit with him... [ his eyes don't budge from jason's except to flick over his shoulder to sizhui.] -- or in his lap.
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but then he's bumping into the pretty stranger and dick is trying to stifle his laughter behind a hand, shoulders shaking despite it. jason's so stubborn, he's arguing instead of apologizing for bumping into their stranger. he feels like he's a little tipsy, despite not drinking anything, because he finds himself thinking the two don't look bad at all together. their stranger doesn't seem upset at all and dick wouldn't blame him. jason's plenty attractive and his mind supplies some colorful ways that brief moment could have turned.
unfortunately, then jason's turning right back around, which leads him bumping right into dick, and he catches him by the waist before he can turn and flee. ] Something like that, [ dick agrees distracted, but understanding suddenly the importance that they're not blood. his hands feel warm, tingly and right on jason's hips and it dawns on him how easy it would be to drag his hands down to cup jay's ass or cock. things that he has no business thinking, things that make his face flush with shame. ] You could have just asked if you wanted to sit with him... [ his eyes don't budge from jason's except to flick over his shoulder to sizhui.] -- or in his lap.