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Joel and Jimmy are standing in Joel’s house.
It’s Limited Life and the two Brits are making dinner while Grian’s off doing whatever with Scar.
Joel is standing at the stove, putting it on to boil a pot of water for some pasta.
Jimmy is standing there, watching him, eyes lingering a little too long on Joel's arms, showing with his sleeveless leather jacket and ripped sleeve, white shirt underneath.
Once the pot is on the stove, Joel steps back, moving to take off his jacket, not wanting to ruin it.
Jimmy’s breath hitches as Joel sets his jacket down on the kitchen table, his back to Jimmy.
The avian feels bad he’s fallen for Joel. He’s also scared, a little scared about how Joel would feel if he found out he’s fallen for him.
With them basing together, Jimmy has felt his crush get stronger, made worse so by the fact Joel keeps flirting with him, very openly.
‘But it’s for the bit’ Jimmy tells himself, Not truly believing Joel would like him like that.
Joel is now facing Jimmy, snapping the avian out of his mind.
The human’s eyes slowly drag up Jimmy, from the bottom to the top. Licking his lips, Joel says, “Damn, Jim.” he says, grinning, “You look really good in leather.”
Jimmy does not know what possesses him, he just feels himself moving forwards, hands reaching up, holding Joel’s cheeks, pulling him in, kissing him, fast, messy, needy, hungry.
Jimmy’s shame and fear is replaced by a warm feeling in his chest and across his cheek, climbing to the tips of his ears, closing his eyes, savoring the feeling.
Eventually, the two men separate, Jimmy opening his brown eyes, cheeks a deep crimson, wings close to his body, trying to make him smaller, trying to hide, and Joel, eyes fluttering open, mouth open a crack, left a little breathless from this kiss.
Joel wets his lips, clearing his throat, “I-I realise that I am clearly irresistible but…why did you choose to act on all the flirting now?” he asks, eyes searching Jimmy’s face for an answer.
Jimmy’s cheeks turn impossibly redder, embarrassed by his loss of self controle, “I-...You look hot with your sunglasses and stuff.” says, looking away, “What can I say?”
Joel takes a step forward, curling a finger under the canary hybrid’s chin, turning his head so they are facing each other, eyes locking, mere inches from each other’s faces, “Babe,” Joel says, “My sunglasses are on the table with my jacket.”