It had started with Jethro leaning in even after telling himself he shouldn't, at least not at that moment, and Masha hadn't resisted when he kissed him.
What began hesitantly pushed them onto the bed, tangled together, mouths moving against each other, hands urgent to touch, bodies straining to feel more.
Jethro was still naked. Masha's clothes had come off bit by bit, and now he wasn't wearing a shirt. Their skin pressed together without space, heat building with every second they stayed close.
For the first time since Jethro had started feeling that he and Masha couldn't remain just brothers, he was certain of his decision. He didn't want them to be just brothers. Not when this was how he felt.
Not when this was how badly he wanted him.
In that moment, everything else felt distant. It was as if reality had narrowed down to just Masha and the way he made him feel.
