And so they walked on... towards whatever lay beyond that first tentative confession whispered so softly amidst streaks of orange pink and red painting the heavens above in a glorious sunset tableau. They reached Dawson 's apartment door all too soon - a few short blocks having stretched into an eternity, yet passed like the blink of an eye simultaneously. Jason waited expectantly while Dawson fumbled for keys, suddenly clumsy nervous fingers not cooperating properly as if rebelling against the task of ending this charged moment together.
Finally managing the unlocking mechanism after what felt like hours' of struggle, the door swung inward revealing the small dimly lit space within - safe haven, sanctuary from the whirlwind of emotions raging outside. But somehow now seemed more of a confining prison than welcoming refuge; walls appeared to close in, menacing at the edges as if threatening to smother any further intimacy budding between them.
"Well..." Dawson trailed off lamely, heart pounding in his ears loudly enough surely Jason must hear it too and realize the effect his mere presence had on his equilibrium. He licked suddenly dry lips, tasting the salty sea breeze mingling with faint musky cologne clinging to the taller man's skin - intoxicating combination making his head spin dizzily.
"Would you like... I mean..." Deep breath in an attempt to gather his scattered wits before continuing. "Do you want to come inside for a bit?" Voice emerged softer than intended, almost a pleading needy edge underlying the invitation, belied by casual tone.
Jason hesitated a fraction of a second - eyes searching Dawson 's face as if seeking answers to unspoken questions lingering heavy between them since the bombshell confession back in the cozy bungalow. Then slowly nodded once decisively before stepping past the threshold into the apartment proper without waiting for further permission to enter.
Dawson watched him move deeper inside almost hypnotized by the fluid grace of muscles rippled under thin fabric - a predator stalking unsuspecting prey perhaps? No... more like a dancers sway of hips, rhythmically sensual yet unaware of his own impact. He shook his head to dislodge the inappropriate thoughts before closing the door behind them with a soft click, finality sealing off the world beyond.
Turning back towards the intruder now making himself at home on the couch in the small living room, Dawson folded his arms defensively across his chest, unconsciously guarding vital organs even as his traitorous eyes roamed appreciatively over the broad expanse of shoulders tapering to a lean waist. "So..." he began lamely once again - mind struggling to grasp appropriate topics of discussions after the revelation of intimacy.
"About earlier..."
Jason glanced up from studying the framed photo clutched in his hands, expression guarded yet hopeful, something kindled deep within irises, flecks of gold brown green hazel, shifting colors with every movement reflected in ambient lighting warmly. "Yeah?"
Dawson swallowed hard around the sudden lump forming in his throat before continuing, halting step into unknown territory stretching out indefinitely ahead like uncharted ocean depths.
"I meant what I said, you know." He paused clearing his throat before plowing forward recklessly now propelled by the sheer momentum of confessing aloud those truths buried for such a long time. "About being attracted to... men."
Jason 's eyes widened a fraction of a second in surprise and shock - then softened with understanding compassion even as a ghost of a smile tugged his lips upwards almost tenderly, if not quite fully formed yet.
"Even when that man is me?" His voice emerged a low, rough edged, gravely rumble somehow a soothing caress despite the underlying tension crackling like electricity between them, like a live wire sparking dangerously back and forth seeking a ground connection to release pent-up energy.
"Yes." Dawson whispered hoarsely almost afraid to break the spell weaving itself thicker by the moment as they stared at each other across the room, now feeling more like an intimate space than the mere feet that separated them.
"God, Jason ..." He breathed out shakily before dropping onto the couch beside him uninvited - close enough to feel the radiating body heat through layers of clothing yet still maintaining a fragile barrier to contact skin-on-skin. "I don't understand any of this... it's all so new.. confusing.. scary..."
Jason reached over tentatively as if seeking permission to touch first, then draping an arm around shoulders a comfortingly warm heavy weight anchoring Dawson in place when everything else was shifting sands beneath his feet.
"I know." He murmured quietly into hair before pressing his lips softly against the crown of his head like a blessing, absolution releasing sins confessed aloud. "It's okay to feel overwhelmed... lost even..."
His fingers started absently playing with the ends of silky strands almost unconsciously, a soothing rhythmic stroking motion that lulled Dawson deeper to relax the tension, slowly easing muscles one by one until he slumped heavily sideways into the strong chest seeking shelter and solace.
"Just tell me," Jason breathed out against his temple, now resting chin atop head - voice a low intimate murmur resonating through bone directly to the heart center. "What do you need from this... right now?"
Dawson pondered the question seriously before answering honestly and without hesitation:
"I just..." He paused swallowing around sudden tightness constricting his throat painfully as tears pricked the corners of his eyes traitorously unbidden. Blinking rapidly to banish the moisture, he continued on unsteadily:
"...I need you not...to give up on me." Voice emerged thready thin almost childlike and vulnerable in its sincerity and desperation, a raw emotion laid bare for once, an invulnerable man's consideration.
"I'm still figuring all this out..." Dawson gestured vaguely encompassing everything changed irrevocably since the chance encounter at the beach that morning. "Myself...us..."
Jason tightened his grip around him instinctively protective as if shielding him from unseen blows threatening to strike down confessed fears and doubts swirling, a chaotic maelstrom inside a vulnerable soul cradled so trustingly against his own chest.
"I won't," he vowed fervently low and sure - no room for misinterpretation or ambiguity, his tone brooked absolutely none. "I promise you that."
He tilted Dawson 's chin up gently yet insistently with fingertips until captured gaze held prisoner by intensity burning molten depths hazel eyes glinting gold fire reflections of lamplight dancing across his pupils.
"You're not alone anymore...in this..." Jason emphasized his point by leaning in infinitesimally closer so breaths mingled ghostly wisps intermingling between parted lips hovering a mere hair's breadth distance apart. "We'll figure it out together."
And then he closed remaining minuscule gap and captured his mouth beneath his own firmly but oh-so-gently sealing the promise with a kiss that tasted faintly of salt caramel sweetness - soft slow deepening gradually into something more urgent hungry passionate as Dawson responded helpless reflexively melting boneless against solid planes of hard muscle molding to contours fit perfectly like a missing puzzle piece slotting home at last.
They kissed for long moments lost in taste, touch, scent to feel the other's breath mingling in the shared air space until dizzy from oxygen deprivation - tongues dancing languidly exploratory tentative caresses growing bolder more demanding as confidence built with each passing second. Dawson made a small noise in the back of his throat almost a purr rumble, his chest vibrating against his own where it rested heavily, palms splayed in open invitation of further exploration and mapping of uncharted territory.
When they finally broke apart minutes later, both were flushed panting lightly - eyes glazed over with desire, pupils blown wide, black eating up the irises colors.
Dawson licked his lips slowly savoring the lingering taste of Jason 's mouth as he struggled to regain composure from his racing heart. The kiss had been...incredible. Electric. A jolt straight through his very core stirring something primal deep inside and long dormant.
"Wow..." He exhaled shakily before clearing his throat awkwardly, self-conscious, the sudden intensity of physical reaction between them now impossible to ignore or deny anymore after that earth-shattering liplock seal on the unspoken pact partnership navigating this new territory together.
Jason just smiled enigmatically, almost smug at Dawson 's flusterment, clearly pleased by the effect he'd had - which only served to inflame his cheeks further with mortified pleasure.
"Wow indeed." He echoed softly, voice a low approving rumble purring contentedly as a large hand drifted down to settle possessively over his knee now bared hiked up slightly in close proximity sitting beside each other on the narrow couch suddenly feeling the claustrophobically intimate confines despite the ample space provided.
They lapsed into comfortable silence then, punctuated occasionally by soft sighs and breathy chuckles, fingers intertwined casually resting atop thigh - the picture of domestic bliss two people utterly at ease with contentment in the shared presence. No words were needed to fill the void; mere physical proximity sufficed conveying the volumes, unsaid and left hanging between them.
Until eventually Jason shifted suddenly turning to face Dawson head-on, directly, eye-to-eye invading personal space intentionally this time with clear purposeful intent of smoldering banked heat simmering within the golden-brown irises flecked green.
"What are your plans for tomorrow?" His voice emerged a low intimate murmur resonating through his chest cavity where it rested a heavy hand over a beating heart.
Dawson swallowed reflexively dry mouth gone desert-tinder at the sudden intense focus zeroing in on him like a laser beam pinning a butterfly to the corkboard display of a case study specimen.
"M-Me? Oh, um..." He floundered momentarily, his derailed train of thought by sheer force from the personality radiating outwards from the man looming larger than life mere inches away. "I-I don't really have any set plans yet... why?"
A slow smirk spread across handsome features at Dawson 's stuttered reply, clearly amused by the effect he wielded so effortlessly now grown accustomed to seeing flusterment on his open book face.
"I thought maybe we could spend the day together..." Jason leaned in closer fractionally until lips nearly brushed, grazing his jawline and sending shivers skittering down his spine like a dropped pebble rippling a pond. "...getting better acquainted." His warm breath ghosted over skin leaving a whisper-kiss trail of tingles prickling the flesh with goosebumps and rising hairs.
"Like a...date?" Dawson squeaked out incredulously before mentally kicking himself hard for sounding so utterly naive at twenty-two years old!
Jason just chuckled lowly, the sound of dark honey pouring through his ears directly into bloodstream igniting a slow burn desire like molten lava to flow through his veins.
"If you want to call it that..." He shrugged nonchalantly even as eyes gleamed wicked a promise of unspoken delights awaited exploration further down this winding path together.
Dawson felt his own smile bloom, slowly spreading across his face like sunrise painting the horizon gold, pink and orange - sudden excitement bubbling up in his chest with an effervescent champagne pop and fizz.
"I'd...I think I'd really like that." Voice emerged softer than intended, almost reverent and awed at the prospect of spending the entire day with this man so rapidly consuming his thoughts, dreams, fantasies, both waking and sleeping.
Jason 's answering grin could've outshone the sun itself in sheer radiant wattage with pure joy reflected back tenfold. He lifted Dawson 's hand from his thigh to press his lips fervently against knuckles, mouthing them open with hot damp tongue swirling around each one individually as if tasting a simple delicacy before devouring the whole feast.
"Excellent." His voice emerged muffled against skin still tracing patterns of reverent worship with teeth, lips and chin. "Pick you up at nine then?"
Dawson merely nodded mutely, brain short-circuiting the ability to form words coherently anymore, rendered stupid by Jason 's blatant sensual onslaught, his senses now finely tuned, antennae picking every minute detail - scent of musky warm spice underlying clean laundry fabric softener; sound of breath hitching rhythmically chest rising and falling against his own; sight of lips reddened and kiss-swollen, eyes crinkled with smile lines fanning outwards...
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