Jonathan's Voice Mail

[drivesadesk]

Hey! It's Jonathan Walsh! Super sorry you didn't catch me, but leave me a message and I'll definitely get back to you.

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[drivesadesk]

"That sounds like a plan," Jonathan says, grinning and sliding a hand up Finn's back. "But we might want to drink some milk between now and then. Just to be sure all the spiciness is gone."

Sure, they're talking about later that night so it will probably be gone regardless, but one can never be too careful when it comes to making sure nothing spicy touches certain parts.

[fireandhoney]

"Good point. Talk about a mood-killer." The back of Finn's knuckles touche Jonathan's cheek, using the hand that wasn't touching jalapenos, lest Jonathan get a nose-full of pepper smell.

"You have really lovely eyes."

[drivesadesk]

Jonathan gently leans in to Finn's touch.

"Thanks," he says, looking deeply into Finn's red eyes. "So do you."

[fireandhoney]

"You're sweet." Finn's left speechless for a moment, before he adds on, "And your scales are the nicest shade of green."

[drivesadesk]

"Thanks," he says, smiling and leaning in close, one scaled finger running along Finn's jawline and tracing it's way up to the tip of his ear. "You're not so bad yourself."

He leans in, kissing Finn.

[fireandhoney]

Finn leans into the touch, his eyes half-closing when Jonathan's finger brushes his ear, the finer scales on his hands adding that extra little layer to the caress.

He melts into the kiss, exchanging hints of spice breath again.

[drivesadesk]

Jonathan enjoys the kiss (and the taste of the jalapeno poppers), lingering on it for a few seconds more before he finally pulls away. Then, smiling, he reaches over to the tray, grabbing one of the poppers and taking a bite.

"We should do this kind of thing more often."