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One second they were grappling on the bed, the next they were free falling off of it, the both of them and most of the beds contents, the sheets piling around them as they hit the floor. Shiloh’s fall was cushioned by the fact that Ian was underneath him, and he slumped onto him with a soft ‘oomph’. When he glanced up, Ian’s look of surprise mirrored his own, and he was giggling all over again.

At least until the rolling peanut butter container caught his eye, casting it a sideways glance as it attempted to flee beneath the bed.

Shiloh turned back to Ian, and grinned. Ian’s hand was still on his wrist, and his arm looped gently over his waist, but Shiloh had the upper hand. Caught up in the moment, he had no qualms about surprising Ian further, leaning down with out warning to capture Ian’s lips in a kiss, quick and fleeting but with feeling, before he drew back, slipping out of Ian’s grasp to hunt down the rogue condiment.

Crawling over to the edge of the bed, he attempted to reach underneath it for the peanut butter, but it had rolled back as far as it could, and lay just out of reach of his arm. Determined, he flattened himself on the floor and tried his best to wiggle himself beneath it, groaning at the tight fit.

He swung his arm uselessly, clawing for the peanut butter that sat frustratingly just out of reach. The distance between it and his hand however, only widened as hands closed against his hips, pulling him from half way beneath the bed.

"Hey!" Shiloh yelped, watching sadly as the peanut butter drifted from view. There was nothing to hold onto, Ian flipping him onto his backside with ease, and soon the view changed to the Mist hunter's smug face as Shiloh stared up at him, pinned and unable to move.

"Your peanut butter?" he asked, quirking a brow.

Shiloh reached up, tapping Ian in the chest and fixing him with a mock glare.

"How about, because it's mine, that's a good reason, isn't it? I'm soooooo hungry Ian," he whined, but his entire tone, and the smile threatening to pull at the corner of his lips suggested otherwise. His stomach had even stopped grumbling for the most part, to Shiloh's dismay. It wasn't helping him make a very convincing act... But then he supposed, Ian probably had a certain idea in mind when it came to giving him a reason.

Shiloh decided to change tactics.

"I can't convince you if you're all the way up there."

Ian's hand was warm in his, the feel of his palm against his comforting, and Ian intertwined their fingers with a smile, an expression that Shiloh matched, until Ian's next words swept it away in favor of dismissive laughter, and the warmth extending from his hand to his face.

"Are you?" he said softly, shifting his gaze back towards the bed. He was naive, and new at this, but he wasn't a complete idiot nor was he oblivious to the hunger that Ian hinted at. Ian leaned over him, Shiloh let out a quiet breath, and slid his hand over Ian's arm, his fingers pressing against his skin the closer Ian got. Shiloh shifted slightly, looking up at him with those wide brown eyes of his.

What he met wasn't the same hesitance he suffered, what he met instead was a smiling face, threatening to spill over with laughter and it surprised Shiloh, surprised him in the best of ways, and he fell into laughter himself, leaning up just enough to brush his lips lightly against Ian's. He didn't think that he needed to explain further.

Ian was pressed against him as he leaned closer, the feeling of being so close to someone was exhilarating. Their lips brushed, and Ian slid his arm beneath him, his smiling face easing Shiloh’s worries. It wasn’t that he didn’t want this, it never was and he was getting better at not denying himself the pleasure of getting to know someone, of caring for someone. Shiloh let go of Ian’s arm, and reached his own upward, draping them over Ian’s shoulders and the fingers that had gently squeezed Ian’s arm pressed into his upper back now, massaging it unthinkingly as Ian kissed him again, firmer and more deeply.

Shiloh sunk into it, into Ian’s lips, into his taste and his warmth. When Ian pulled back, Shiloh was breathless and he immediately wanted to hide his flushed face but laying on the floor there was no such option, and he could only stare up at Ian as he gently brushed the wayward strands of hair from his face, his lips still slightly parted and his mind reeling.

Amazing was definitely the right word, though Shiloh felt Ian was using it to describe the wrong person.

But before he could argue otherwise, Ian had placated him with a soft kiss on his forehead and he was shifting upward, stretching to reach for something and crushing Shiloh, just a little, his chest in his face. Shiloh watched as Ian settled back over him, wondering what the heck he was doing. Then he saw the peanut butter.

To be perfectly honest, for that brief moment, Shiloh had forgotten entirely about the peanut butter. He wasn’t sure if he wanted it anymore.

He was pretty sure he wasn’t hungry for food anymore at all, but he took the container from Ian anyway.

“Earned back what was already mine you mean,” he said, grinning as he dipped his finger into it, and slid it into his mouth. The taste of it was smooth and creamy, and only a little dusty from its bed adventure, and he sighed as it melted against his tongue, closing his eyes for a moment before looking back up at Ian. Okay, maybe he was still a little actually hungry. He held out the jar for Ian.

“Would you like some more of my peanut butter?”

Shiloh smiled as Ian agreed, satisfied. Not that it really mattered whose it was at this point, he thought, watching as Ian shifted over him then settled in, pressing a kiss sweetly against his jaw. They’d pretty much shared it all.

He was making Shiloh melt in all the right places, the most important being the place thumping in his chest as Ian scooped some of the peanut butter onto his finger, and slid it into his mouth before leaning over Shiloh again.

Shiloh stared, before melting all over again as Ian’s lips met his. The pace this time was more a speed that Shiloh could keep up with, gentle and forgiving as he fumbled against Ian in his inexperience. Ian rolled him over, and the new position gave Shiloh the advantage, if he wanted one, but he laid himself against Ian, his hands moving to tangle softly in his hair. The taste of peanut butter was smooth against his tongue, and as Ian spoke, he couldn’t help but silence him with another kiss, timid yet sweet, savoring both the taste and the moment.

Then he was pulling back with a soft exhale, his face flushed but happy as he let himself sink into Ian, nestling overtop of him and nuzzling his face in against him.

“Yeah,” he breathed softly, “Amazing.”

Shiloh lifted his head just enough to meet Ian’s eyes, and he shook his head a little bit, his grin disbelieving. If Shiloh hadn’t thought this was the right choice, he wouldn’t be here right now, entwined with Ian in the rumpled sheets on the floor. He thought the answer was obvious, and he nosed at Ian affectionately, scolding him a little.

“Not fair, asking something like that after that. You’re not supposed to asked after you’ve buttered me up,” he said, his tone light and teasing.

His expression softened a little, and he relented, nodding his head with a shy smile.

“I do though, if you’re asking. Do you?”

Shiloh watched him, his gaze soft and curious as Ian's fingers swept gently over his face, his cheeks warming beneath them. He'd never been studied so carefully before, had never been this close to someone in this regard before and his heart continued to thump in his chest, one hand still caught in Ian's hair. His fingers played with the short strands gently, marveling at their softness, at the man that they belonged to as he shyly avoided Ian's eyes.

He couldn't avoid being pulled down for another kiss, however, nor did he want to, the quick graze of Ian's lips against his own over too soon, teasing him.

"I didn't mean if you'd thought I'd made the right choice," he said, chuckling softly. Then he was shaking his head as Ian scooped him up into his arms, tucking his face against the crook of Ian's neck with a smile. "You're the amazing one, Ian, I'm just following your lead."