[John didn't know any part of him could still be found, or was worth looking for. He wants to tell Poe he's wrong, to argue, to present him with all the evidence to the contrary. The thick of a black folder that doesn't exist with his name on it, and everything he's done that hasn't been recorded.
Poe is crazy, he has no doubt about that, and being with him makes John crazy, too. His heart can't beat any harder, or faster. He's already shaking with adrenaline made physical, his body and mind conditioned through war to treat every rush of emotion like they're going to battle. Every word Poe says is only spinning him further out of control, in an uncontrolled ascent, flying high, then higher. Past the point of return.
Love feels a lot like hypoxia.
Poe's lips and fingers leave scorch marks on his skin. The mouth around his ear is what makes his knees go weak for a moment, like he's been kicked in the gut, except he's hard now, his hands sliding down Poe's shoulders and gripping onto the thick of his biceps hard enough to bruise.]
You can touch me whenever you want.
[John means it, more than he's meant anything, in that moment. He turns his head to try and catch Poe's mouth, and kiss him as hard as he want to kiss him, with everything Poe is making him feel and then some.
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Date: 2018-02-24 04:39 am (UTC)Poe is crazy, he has no doubt about that, and being with him makes John crazy, too. His heart can't beat any harder, or faster. He's already shaking with adrenaline made physical, his body and mind conditioned through war to treat every rush of emotion like they're going to battle. Every word Poe says is only spinning him further out of control, in an uncontrolled ascent, flying high, then higher. Past the point of return.
Love feels a lot like hypoxia.
Poe's lips and fingers leave scorch marks on his skin. The mouth around his ear is what makes his knees go weak for a moment, like he's been kicked in the gut, except he's hard now, his hands sliding down Poe's shoulders and gripping onto the thick of his biceps hard enough to bruise.]
You can touch me whenever you want.
[John means it, more than he's meant anything, in that moment. He turns his head to try and catch Poe's mouth, and kiss him as hard as he want to kiss him, with everything Poe is making him feel and then some.
To shut up him, and to thank him.]