Love and Guilt

Based on this scene from [link] : 

Jack swallowed softly, maybe a bit nervously, as he sat there with Lindsey at his back. His kept his focus on the older guy, from the corner of his eye. Jack's body seemed sharply tuned into any and everything Lindsey did to him, from the lightest brushes to the warmest breaths of air against him. 

Lindsey tucked his chin a little and pressed a kiss to Jack's shoulder. He nuzzled the fabric and warm skin beneath, faintly. He was warm and comfortable wrapped around Jack's back and oozing affection for the other man. To Lindsey, it was the easiest thing in his mind to do.

While smiling into Jack's shoulder, Lindsey let his head roll a little, till he could look at Jack's face. He eyed Jack. His own eyes were green, almost emerald, with happiness. "Done reading to me for the night?" Lindsey asked, straight into the fabric of Jack's shirt. He smirked, a mischievous glint touching his eyes and making the skin around them crinkle faintly; he tightened his hold around Jack's waist, not enough to constrict, but enough to communicate to the younger man that he was well and truly trapped against his chest. "Too bad. I'm not done holding you." 


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