The door barely had time to close behind them before Jamie's back met the wood with a soft thud.
The kiss came fast, hot and hungry.
Like all the words they'd been throwing at each other ever since they met has finally run out and this was the only language left.
Jamie's fingers tangled in the collar of Jett's shirt, pulling him closer, refusing to let even an inch of space exist between them. Jett kissed him like he'd been holding himself back for eternity, like the tension from the past few weeks, the jealousy, the confusion, all of it had condensed into this one moment.
Jamie's breath hitched against Jett's mouth as Jett's hand slid from the door to his waist, gripping him tight and slamming their bodies flush against each other.
Their lips moved slower after a while, but the kiss was now deeper, warmer and messier.
Jamie could feel his pulse everywhere. In his throat, in his fingers, in the way his knees felt weak.
