[ What if. That's a dangerous thought for everyone involved right now -- but the thing is that most things aren't as cut and dried as they seem to be; sexuality can be fluid, and rigid adherence to one side or another isn't what Johnny Storm is all about. It's just startling, and Johnny actually likes Jack enough to not want to screw it up either way.
You don't get that problem with one night stands and temporary flings.
But then Johnny realises Jack is doing the same thing, tugging his shirt up to expose lean muscle built not from his dedication to the gym but from a combat perspective, a dangerous leanness -- like a panther that is constantly on the hunt. Johnny studies him, the line of that body and locks his lips without thinking, unconsciously wondering about what it would have been like to have taken that kiss.
His gaze trails from those tight, tight abs to chest to further upwards before he meets his gaze, and he wonders if Jack is playing with him; there's something wholly familiar that stirs to life, a want that simmers and surprises him nonetheless. But he's the one that moves forward now, fingertips brushing lightly over the muscles of his stomach. Johnny likes to think this is payback, although that line of thought doesn't actually make sense.
His mouth is inexplicably dry. ]
I'll have you know that I thrive on competition. What else you got, hot stuff?
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You don't get that problem with one night stands and temporary flings.
But then Johnny realises Jack is doing the same thing, tugging his shirt up to expose lean muscle built not from his dedication to the gym but from a combat perspective, a dangerous leanness -- like a panther that is constantly on the hunt. Johnny studies him, the line of that body and locks his lips without thinking, unconsciously wondering about what it would have been like to have taken that kiss.
His gaze trails from those tight, tight abs to chest to further upwards before he meets his gaze, and he wonders if Jack is playing with him; there's something wholly familiar that stirs to life, a want that simmers and surprises him nonetheless. But he's the one that moves forward now, fingertips brushing lightly over the muscles of his stomach. Johnny likes to think this is payback, although that line of thought doesn't actually make sense.
His mouth is inexplicably dry. ]
I'll have you know that I thrive on competition. What else you got, hot stuff?