Jamie's fingers slid up from Jett's shirt to his shoulders, gripping lightly as their mouths met and moved together with growing confidence. The world around them blurred into nothing but moonlight and the smell of crushed grass and the quiet rustle of the field around them.
Jett shifted his weight carefully so he wouldn't press too hard into Jamie, one arm planted beside his head, the other hand hovering uncertainly near Jamie's side as if he didn't know where he was allowed to touch.
Jamie tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss without thinking, and Jett made a low sound in his throat, surprised, before kissing him back with more certainty.
Their lips moved in a steady rhythm and Jamie could feel every place their bodies touched.
Jett's thigh brushing his. The faint weight of his torso above him and the heat seeping through their clothes.
