That smile again. That warm, brilliant smile as he drew back, taking Draco's hands. He pulled them around him, and leaned in to murmur against his ear, "I'm going to so make it worth your while." A promise in his voice, low, before he pulled Draco close.
Later, in his bedroom with the blinds shut and curtains over that to make it dark as possible, Jake woke up slowly. A smile stayed on his lips when he realized Draco was still there, felt like asleep beside him. Quick trip to the loo, glass of water, and he'd slip back into bed. So he got out, reaching down in the dark for his pants. Squinting, he felt around carefully until he thought he had his pants. Grabbing them, flipping them around for the waist, he realized they weren't his and went to drop them when his fingers felt something odd.
His brow went up and he paused. Draco's. But... It felt like something long and hard, longer than - he wasn't even sure. Too thin to be a knife. Draco didn't smoke... What on earth? He licked his lips, then knowing it wasn't entirely right to do, he tugged it out.
Staring at it in his hands, trying to figure it out in the darkness, he felt along the length of it. ...A stick? But too smooth, too carved. What...?
He nearly dropped it when he realized what he thought it was. Quickly he pushed it back to where he found it, puttin down the pants carefully, and went for the bathroom. No way. Couldn't be.
no subject
Later, in his bedroom with the blinds shut and curtains over that to make it dark as possible, Jake woke up slowly. A smile stayed on his lips when he realized Draco was still there, felt like asleep beside him. Quick trip to the loo, glass of water, and he'd slip back into bed. So he got out, reaching down in the dark for his pants. Squinting, he felt around carefully until he thought he had his pants. Grabbing them, flipping them around for the waist, he realized they weren't his and went to drop them when his fingers felt something odd.
His brow went up and he paused. Draco's. But... It felt like something long and hard, longer than - he wasn't even sure. Too thin to be a knife. Draco didn't smoke... What on earth? He licked his lips, then knowing it wasn't entirely right to do, he tugged it out.
Staring at it in his hands, trying to figure it out in the darkness, he felt along the length of it. ...A stick? But too smooth, too carved. What...?
He nearly dropped it when he realized what he thought it was. Quickly he pushed it back to where he found it, puttin down the pants carefully, and went for the bathroom. No way. Couldn't be.
A wand?!