Jackson's funny faces were endlessly adorable. So endearing in fact, that Thomas just had to reach over and lightly pinch his nose. They were in the mood to be silly anyway, and he figured they were entitled to stretch their limits. "Right. You're not. Your heart is as cold and numb as ice." was Thom's sarcastic reply at the other's proclamation. Laughing a bit, he watched as the other checked his arms for visible scars from his verbal lashings. "Now, that's just ridiculous." he rolled his eyes. "And I'm not even going to try and justify my legs anymore. Go and continue believing they resemble a chicken's. I still say mine are slightly more... developed." When the other spoke about where his hands had been- how some of the places they've been were more pleasant than others- Thomas could almost feel his bones melting inside his body. At least that was what it felt like, as his fingers continued to absently move against Jackson's on the table. "I probably should complain. I'm holding your hand right now and I still have no idea where it’s been." Still, he wouldn't. He was not the biggest fan of holding hands, but the thought of stopping now felt wrong. Why would he deprive himself of this, really? Suddenly looking up, he watched, curious, when the other once again stood and moved to sit beside him on the chair. Scooting just a tad to leave more space for Jackson, he took hold of the hand the other placed on his shoulder to support the other, purely out of instinct and turned his head to face Jackson, leaving their faces closer than he had expected. He had almost forgotten why the other had moved towards him in the first place. Summoning his wand, he lightly tapped the wooden tip to the other’s lips playfully. “And now you’re cured.” He stated, smiling contentedly even though he had not performed any spell on the other. “And I’m not dumb enough to smoke where there’s a livid near-bursting librarian within a five meter radius. I apparently have yet settled on a death wish.”
“Jackson. You’re neither poor nor old.” Thomas said, laughing. “So I have no sympathy for you. ” The more slender boy started to continue with sorting the parchments laid out before him and allowed himself to revel at the feeling of having the other close, the other’s hands at the back on his head doing so many amazing things. He did however stop at the other’s tempting offer of reciprocation. “Tempting but no. That would have been too easy for you why would I want that?” Thom teased, a smirk forming at the corner of his lips. Jackson was satisfyingly warm- his presence most comforting; Tom truly wished the other would stay where he was, with his body aligned with his, the other’s strong chest pressing against his side. “I’ll owl you by next week for my list. And Arabian sounds rather nice. We could research on them, given that we are in the bloody library, but alas, I am too lazy to get up.”
A small laugh. “Well, I’d rather not get scared senseless from Mr. Jackson, so I will refrain from further inquiry. ” He wrinkled his nose, as his head moved back and forth from the parchments on the table. Just then, Jack had to say his butt was painful. Thomas couldn’t just possibly let that comment slide. “I could massage it for you?” he offered generously, without looking up. He direly wanted to laugh out loud, though the restrictions of the library were preventing him to do so, as they have for the past hour or so. “And well, I’m hilarious, I don’t know about you. “ Another quiet snicker, before he looked up, an almost devious glint in his eyes, his eyes tightening against the other’s teasingly. “Oh you are, are you? Would you let me have a taste if I asked?”
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