VioletWreck
The kiss doesn't mean anything, not really.
Jesse's got his hands tangled in Gabriel's curls, and Gabriel knows it's all for show, the way Jesse knocks his beanie to the floor, the way Jesse's tongue slides into his mouth, the way he pressed against him. Their pursuers run by, mistaking them for a random couple making out in the dark, and Gabriel aches.
Jesse draws back after a moment. "Shit," he whispers. Gabriel agrees. "That was close."
Gabriel tries not to think about the lingering taste of tobacco on Jesse's mouth. "Yeah," he mumbles, avoiding Jesse's gaze. "Close."