9 hours ago
There was a raw sort of intimacy about the touch. His hand pressed gently against his cheek. The way the other man stared into his eyes. But there was no desire or lust lingering behind the wide eyes just power -- confidence that previous interactions seemed to lack. Jensen was at home with what he was about to do. Which made Xander all that more attracted to him in the moment.
And then the pain vanished, proceeded by a sense of warmth that radiated through his body. It was relief like none other. It was just gone. and Xander felt energized. Xander hadn't looked away when the pain drifted from his head; he didn't see the images dancing in the aura. He blocked it out, blocked any lingering pain that might come from looking too deep at the man before him. He was special. He knew that.
Xander might have taken advantage of the intimacy remaining, but Kristian was a gentleman. He played the part well. He put his hand on top of Jensen's and pressed his palm against his cheek nuzzling against it for a moment before speaking softly, "Thank you. That... was amazing." There was a moment of pause as he held Jensen's hand to his cheeck. Desire filled the low baratone of his voice. "I can go." Kristian paused dramatically, "Or you can offer me a drink and we can see where it goes." Kristian pulled Jensen's hand from his cheek and pressed a tender kiss to the palm of it then let it go. Neither answer would offend him. This was a man who had an image before, and now and Xander understood it. And being outted hadn't done him any good.
And then the pain vanished, proceeded by a sense of warmth that radiated through his body. It was relief like none other. It was just gone. and Xander felt energized. Xander hadn't looked away when the pain drifted from his head; he didn't see the images dancing in the aura. He blocked it out, blocked any lingering pain that might come from looking too deep at the man before him. He was special. He knew that.
Xander might have taken advantage of the intimacy remaining, but Kristian was a gentleman. He played the part well. He put his hand on top of Jensen's and pressed his palm against his cheek nuzzling against it for a moment before speaking softly, "Thank you. That... was amazing." There was a moment of pause as he held Jensen's hand to his cheeck. Desire filled the low baratone of his voice. "I can go." Kristian paused dramatically, "Or you can offer me a drink and we can see where it goes." Kristian pulled Jensen's hand from his cheek and pressed a tender kiss to the palm of it then let it go. Neither answer would offend him. This was a man who had an image before, and now and Xander understood it. And being outted hadn't done him any good.