// Second person, chaste kiss. Oooh, scandalous. - 3-
Jay stood outside the doors of his study, merely staring downward in intricate thought; he remained embellished with apprehension. A habitual biting to his lower lip ensued and it was unlike Gatsby to show emotion toward anyone other than himself.
Moments before he had been conversing with Jordan over the situation of Daisy, the delicate, yet desperate situation and it had him figuratively on his toes. All of this: the mansion, the money, the years he’d sacrificed, his image — he did it for her. And if it were to merely circle the drain, there’d be no knowing what he’d do then.
Although he managed to still feel that panging hope in his chest that consistently traveled to his throat, clutching against his windpipe. It nearly knocked the wind from him when he fabricated the image of their future together and he had always felt those damn ‘butterflies’ explode throughout his midsection.
"I want to thank you for allowing me to speak with you about this, Ms. Baker…" Gatsby spoke in a low tone, keeping composed anxiety. He smiled warmly, greatly appreciating the woman’s generous time. Jordan wasn’t as mean as she looked and her hug sure proved the statement. Leaning inward cautiously, Jay stole a light kiss to the woman’s soft cheek in thanks, nodded his head, ("Shall we, then?") and escorted her back to the roaring party below.
// TAYLOR I APPRECIATE IT LIKE YOU WOULDNN’T BELIEVE
I RP SMUT ON SCHOOL COMPUTERS
// oMFG DON’T PEOPLE READ OVER YOUR SHOULDER OR????
"Oh, well then, Miss Lix… you look to be the first for this request. And it shall be delivered," He leaned down toward her and gave the brunette a shy, yet tender hug.
whispered: They were in public, just feet from the mighty mansion, but Nick hadn't a care in the world; if they were to judge, let them judge, as long as they let them be. Everything about his touch ignited passion within him. That this was actually happening was beyond his comprehension and care to make it within. "Jay," he breathed desperately against his mouth, and it felt so raw on his lips.
When Nick whispered his name it sent sensuous shivers down Gatsby’s back, the hair on his arms stood on end and his cobalt hues rolled back in sheer pleasure. Breathing became heaves of uncontrollable lust and a moan could be heard at just the back of his throat. The kissing wouldn’t and couldn’t cease them — the pent up tension between the two over the course of the last weeks had really drove them over the edge, which wasn’t something Jay could complain about in the slightest. Grabbing a fistful of Nick’s hair, Jay tugged at it playfully, being careful as to not hurt the other. He tilted the brunette’s head upward to get a better angle into kissing him, deeper and much more passionate than before — so much so that Jay uttered words that he never thought he’d say to the other, “N— do you… want to come into my house?” Even through all the heavy petting, Gatsby couldn’t help but remain polite — no command was given, it was a simple, kind-hearted request.
whispered: [Lix blushes at the remark, bringing her tiny hands up to hide her face] Oh, stoppit, you. [She catches herself and removes her hands] Yes, y-yes it has. How have you been?
"Ah, but I mustn’t, my dear. You are royalty, after all." He chuckled then, getting back up to his feet and brushing the front of his overcoat, "I’ve been well. I… well, I’ve been secluded for awhile for personal troubles and I hope that hasn’t affected you or anyone else negatively at all and I sincerely apologize for it." Gatsby took hold of her frail hand and kissed his gently, apologetically, "And may I ask how you’ve been, as well, miss?"
whispered: He blinked at him, and he was not pouting, damn it. "Cute," he muttered, slowly smiling. "My house is adorable to Daisy, and I'm cute to you..." He shook his head, then threw his arms around his neck and pulled down for a deep kiss, pressing his tongue against the other's.
Through mid-laugh, Jay was suddenly pulled down by the smaller of the two for another passionate kiss. This made Jay’s senses go wild, unable to keep his balance or his vision well-adjusted, either. It was euphoric. Absolutely one-hundred percent euphoric. Gatsby returned the kiss wildly, feeling the hunger for Nick finally subside after so long of guilty pleasured evenings only thinking of him. Him and nobody else. Who was Daisy now? Oh, hell, she was married anyhow! This… this was much better. Both romantically and the taboo nature of it all kept Jay on his tiptoes in ecstasy. Loved it. He whole-heartedly loved every second of it thus far. His tongue mingled along with Nick’s, poking at every crevice, tasting the sweetness and breathing in his fresh, clean scent. Oh, if heaven is out there, this better be it.