**** it, I'm going nuclear. NUCLEAR FANFIC WINTER, EVERYONE DIES
Jamie's lips pressed against the warm, soft shell of Malcolm's ear, then traced the bristly stubble on the line of his jaw, and down the cords that stood out on his neck. He could feel Malcolm's artery pounding at his throat, and nipped at the pulse point. Malcolm turned away, baring his throat, and Jamie used the opportunity to kiss behind his ear, which drew a shudder from the thin body. All these spots that Jamie knew. Jamie's hands on his chest, Jamie's knee forcing his legs apart, then a mouth following the hands down his chest left him looking shell-shocked under Jamie's ministrations.
Jamie was rubbing at the warm bulge of Malcolm's trousers. He and Malcolm together undid his belt, Jamie dragged down his zip, and they had to roll about a bit to get his trousers and pants off. Jamie, still fully clothed, liked the discrepancy. He felt powerful with Malcolm up against pillows and himself poised between his naked thighs, caging him with his arms.
"And I suppose while I've been gone Baldy the Bumbandit has had free access to your pantry?"
Malcolm denied, but of course he would.