Jeff can pick up on Tim's nerves, the way that anxiety bursts through in a stream of babble. Give him a few decades and a fuckton of therapy, and he'll be pretty good at helping people navigate through these things with gentle patience.
But Jeff doesn't have the benefit of maturity or therapy, so here he is, hanging out on the couch with a boy he likes, watching him start to spiral out, and the only thing he can think to do is act on pure impulse.
So he reaches his free hand up, taps his fingers on Tim's jawline, and gives him a kiss. It's kind of chaste, for Jeff, in that he doesn't slip any tongue, or suck on any lips, or use any teeth, or even linger for very long. Just a kiss, pretty simple.
"Dude. It's fine." He grins. "I'm good for anything."
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Jeff can pick up on Tim's nerves, the way that anxiety bursts through in a stream of babble. Give him a few decades and a fuckton of therapy, and he'll be pretty good at helping people navigate through these things with gentle patience.
But Jeff doesn't have the benefit of maturity or therapy, so here he is, hanging out on the couch with a boy he likes, watching him start to spiral out, and the only thing he can think to do is act on pure impulse.
So he reaches his free hand up, taps his fingers on Tim's jawline, and gives him a kiss. It's kind of chaste, for Jeff, in that he doesn't slip any tongue, or suck on any lips, or use any teeth, or even linger for very long. Just a kiss, pretty simple.
"Dude. It's fine." He grins. "I'm good for anything."