Stilted breaths

Taking a mini-break from The Bachelor fic. This was inspired by the back page of the Herald Sun today :)

BJ watches them. Dal pinned to the ground by Armo and Milny. They're all laughing. Dal trying to squirm out of their grips. But he's not trying very hard. He watches Armo's hands sneaking under Dal's shirt, tickling him. Milny grips Dal's hands as they half heartedly try to push Armo away and Armo uses the opportunity to straddle Dal and BJ can see his eyes darken even from here. Armo runs both his hands under Dal's shirt, less tickling than exploring skin now. He leans forward and Dal stops trying to free his hands from Milny and stills. Armo leans close enough that BJ thinks he's going to kiss him. But he says something that doesn't carry in the wind and Dal laughs, Armo grins and gets off him as the coaches yell at them to stop fooling around and focus on the drills. Dal sits up and sees him watching and smiles. BJ looks away, fighting the rapid beating of his heart that has nothing to do with the training.

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"He wants you" he says, pushing Dal back against the wall and kissing him hard.

"What?" Dal asks when they draw back, breathless.

"Armo wants to fuck you" BJ answers, not quite managing to keep the anger out of his voice.

Dal blinks.

"What, BJ?"

BJ growls, pushing closer and gripping Dal's hips tighter with his hands.

"He wants to fuck you so badly he nearly came when you let him get on top like that"

BJ watches the understanding dawn in Dal's eyes.

"We were just kidding around. He doesn't feel that way about me"

"Then you're fucking blind!"

Dal smiles then, like he understands and BJ doesn't want to admit that yes, he's kind of, sort of, most definitely jealous so he leans in and kisses Dal before he could put words to anything.

Dal's eyes are a shade darker when they pull back. He holds BJ's face in both his hands, thumbs stroking over his cheeks. He presses a gentle kiss on his nose. And BJ should want to pull back, get away but he doesn't. It used to surprise him that Dal could hold him like this.

"I'm yours"

Dal kisses him for emphasis, gently drawing him in.

"Yours"

Dal leans his head against his' and BJ breathes. He doesn't care that Dal can probably feel his heart beat a mile a minute. He could never fool Dal anyway, could never keep any secrets. It doesn't surprise him that he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind at all.