[he doesn't need that reassurance. it's not that he thinks Griffin wouldn't bounce back-- he said as much before, didn't he. that's not what he's worried about.
but his impulse control has always been shit, since the moment he woke up there.
and so he closes the distance, and kisses him-- not quite greedy, like he's still trying to fight that urge]
[There's a small hitch of breath - hope and surprise colliding - before Griffin melts into the kiss. It's tender, reassuring, but there's just the slightest edge of loneliness being fulfilled.
He knew empirically Jason was lying about not caring, he'd forgiven him. But there was still that part of Griffin that longed for something physical to prove that he was still desired. Like this.
He brings his hand up to clasp Jason's cheek, firm but urging him to continue.]
he doesn't, once he gets started. that's the hard part, knowing there's definitely something wrong with pushing ahead knowing you haven't solved the underlying problem of having no self control.
doing it anyway, because you want to, and it felt right. still, his hands go lightly to griffin's hips, and he lets himself lean into the kiss more.
[Griffin smiles against Jason's mouth when he feels his hands on him. He lets his own arms wrap over the taller man's shoulders, with one hand running through Jason's dark hair.
When he parts for breath, he smiles with a dazed look of satisfaction]
[he considers reminding him that this is a bad idea, that he shouldn't trust him that quickly. but instead, he just gives a lazy, half cocked smirk, knowing that he's putting on somewhat of an act.
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Yeah, you weren't exactly made for the limelight.
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[but hey, he’s smiling in amusement at Griffin, as he explains this with the utmost sincerity, and airy hand gestures.]
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Oh I dunno, that sounds like the kinda entertainment I'd watch.
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My best friend made an advertisement trying to sell out our ass kicking services. I’ve never wanted to strangle someone more than in that moment.
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And it was on a billboard.
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Billboard. I knew it.
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[he doesn’t look miserable]
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I'm celebrating... your soon to be very profitable start up business.
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[he inclined his head towards Griffin]
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He needs to stop.]
Guess that’s a good balance for me.
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That's why we make a good pair.
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Is dangerous.
But also he likes it.]
Guess so.
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[It should sound playful but - he's clearly just glad.]
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Don’t let it go to your head.
[it’s supposed to be counter teasing. But there’s an uncertain air as he says it.]
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...Scared I'll get an even bigger ego?
[That's not what Jason's scared of and Griffin knows it.]
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Something like that.
[it is not something like that.]
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You don't have to worry so much about me. I bounce back.
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but his impulse control has always been shit, since the moment he woke up there.
and so he closes the distance, and kisses him-- not quite greedy, like he's still trying to fight that urge]
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He knew empirically Jason was lying about not caring, he'd forgiven him. But there was still that part of Griffin that longed for something physical to prove that he was still desired. Like this.
He brings his hand up to clasp Jason's cheek, firm but urging him to continue.]
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he doesn't, once he gets started. that's the hard part, knowing there's definitely something wrong with pushing ahead knowing you haven't solved the underlying problem of having no self control.
doing it anyway, because you want to, and it felt right. still, his hands go lightly to griffin's hips, and he lets himself lean into the kiss more.
it's hard to stop.]
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When he parts for breath, he smiles with a dazed look of satisfaction]
Not all your impulses are that bad.
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[he considers reminding him that this is a bad idea, that he shouldn't trust him that quickly. but instead, he just gives a lazy, half cocked smirk, knowing that he's putting on somewhat of an act.
but not able to stop himself.]
Guess I can never invite you in my room again.
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Wow.
Well you should've brought out the bowling ball mask if you didn't want to woo anyone.
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