If people in the station didn’t agree on anything else, they agreed that O’Brien needed to learn about the bird and bees, and Rookie found it hilarious. The only unfortunate part was that O’Brien felt the need to rant and rave to him about it. This time, someone had left porn mags and a copy of “Sex for Dummies” in the Private’s room (J.D would never admit that he had found the book, and begged the magazines off of Tucker… heavens only know what that would cost him later), and the poor man did not find it funny. He had to work hard to keep the grin off his face, since he was tinkering with his helmet.
He let O’Brien continue for a while, until he got bored of nodding his head and grunting every time a question came up. He left his helmet on the table, stood up, and got into his fellow Helljumper’s personal space. O’Brien looked puzzled and offended at the same time, starting to back up until Rookie put a hand firmly at the back of his neck. He traced the ridge of the other man’s spine with the tips of his fingers for a moment before moving in. Inch in, tilt head just so, pull O’Brien in closer… ignore protest… part lips, press lips to O’Brien’s. The start of the action done, he continued to kiss him, slow and methodical about it. It had been quite a while and he dearly missed it. Also, the startled look on the other man’s face was just too amusing for him to quit.
J.D. hummed low in his throat when O’Brien finally started to kiss back, angling his head a little more and letting his eyes slip closed. He gave him some time to adjust and feel it out before finally slipping his tongue into the other man’s mouth, giving the area a thorough exploration as he did. A chuckle rumbled out of his chest at the squawk of protest the action earned, and he finally pulled back, enough that his ODSTs’ lips were just brushing.
O’Brien still looked shocked, and the Rookie was certain that he was about to have accusations of gayness leveled at him. Before they came, though, he simply smiled brightly. “And that’s how you kiss girls.”
He promptly shoved O’Brien out of his room and shut the door.
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He had to work hard to keep the grin off his face, since he was tinkering with his helmet.
He let O’Brien continue for a while, until he got bored of nodding his head and grunting every time a question came up. He left his helmet on the table, stood up, and got into his fellow Helljumper’s personal space. O’Brien looked puzzled and offended at the same time, starting to back up until Rookie put a hand firmly at the back of his neck. He traced the ridge of the other man’s spine with the tips of his fingers for a moment before moving in. Inch in, tilt head just so, pull O’Brien in closer… ignore protest… part lips, press lips to O’Brien’s. The start of the action done, he continued to kiss him, slow and methodical about it. It had been quite a while and he dearly missed it.
Also, the startled look on the other man’s face was just too amusing for him to quit.
J.D. hummed low in his throat when O’Brien finally started to kiss back, angling his head a little more and letting his eyes slip closed. He gave him some time to adjust and feel it out before finally slipping his tongue into the other man’s mouth, giving the area a thorough exploration as he did. A chuckle rumbled out of his chest at the squawk of protest the action earned, and he finally pulled back, enough that his ODSTs’ lips were just brushing.
O’Brien still looked shocked, and the Rookie was certain that he was about to have accusations of gayness leveled at him. Before they came, though, he simply smiled brightly. “And that’s how you kiss girls.”
He promptly shoved O’Brien out of his room and shut the door.