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The frown Jacob makes in his upside down position could not make it any more obvious in his displeasure of being trapped in one of Bobby's snares. Again. Black cap fallen to the leafy ground during the kerfuffle.
The said Hackett man is currently doubled over laughing, his voice taking on a few octaves higher. The sun shining through the trees after yet another night of the full moon illuminating Jacob's blunder as he crosses his arms, gravity making it difficult to do so for long.
"You sure-you sure love gettin' caught by me, don't ya?" tears streams down Bobby's bloodied face during his laughing fit. "In my-in my-in my snares! You lucky it not-it not the beartr-tr-traps!"
"Oh yes, you've captured your prey once again," Jacob says sarcastically, "the verocious and deadly Jake the Drake, widower of spiders is at your mercy. Very funny asshole. Now, cut me down before all the blood makes my head explode."
One whole minute later of Bobby being hysterical and Jacob getting frustrated with every second passing Bobby finally calms done enough to breathe properly. The ex-military soldier took a good look at the younger man and his youthful bloodied face. And how vulnerable Jacob was in that position. Flushed face, lips pursed and pouty and alluring.
"Yeah, yeah, alright," said Bobby, "I'll cut you down, alright. But just. One. Thing."
Jacob quirks a brow at the man approaching his compromised person.
"Hey, hey! What are you-mmph!"
Bobby shuts Jacob up by bending down a bit to press their bloodied mouths together. The kiss contained passion on one side and alarm and revulsion on the other.
Even with the older man's strength of a grizzly bear Jacob manages to push him away enough to voice his concerns. "Dude! Werewolf blood! Fucking awful! Bleugh!"
Bobby all but rolls his eyes as he pulls out a cloth to wipe their mouths clean. The blood remaining on their faces looked more or less like the crappiest luchador mask. "There." he says before resuming the kiss. Jacob reciprocates Bobby's movements with vigor this time. He holds on to the back of Bobby's neck not only for support but to deepen the kiss as they moved with passion. Marveling at how it feels similar to a normal kiss yet so different, finding out Jacob's plump lips fit best with Bobby's in this position.
As nice as he found it to be, Jacob's face is starting to feel bloated and his ankle was on fire.
Jacob pulls away, "Alright, as fantastic as that is, my temples are starting to throb. And my ankle may be on the verge of giving up. Let me down, please?"
Bobby pulls out his knife, complying without a word.
Jacob mentally braces for impact as soon as the rope is cut. In the second where his spine was supposed to make contact with the hard forest ground a pair of strong arms held onto him instead. Jacob looks up at the Hackett, relieved yet befuddled. Bobby didn't let go of him. The light rustling of leaves and birds chirping in the wake of dawn filled in the silence of Bobby's loving stare.
It would have been more romantic if Jacob didn't feel so light headed upon the blood drainage. And if his ankle would stop screaming at him for Bobby's doing.
"Okay," Jacob says to break the silence. He stretches out his previous trapped foot before attempting to stand, "Sam Raimi made the Spider-Man kiss look 'way' more sensual than what it really is. Then again, Peter wasn't dangling by the foot with very little pain tolerance. Uh, let's go get the other traps. Because when we get back I'm gonna eat then I'm gonna pass right the fuck out." Bobby nods in agreement.
They gather up the rest of the unbroken rope and moved on to retrieving the next snare. Only thing is, Bobby isn't telling Jacob where the next one is. All he does is keep the younger man behind him as they made the trek to another tree twenty yards away. Jacob is perturbed by these actions. But perhaps not as much as he would if forced to the front like a meat shield.
While Jacob was lost in thought over pancakes and sausage links, Bobby trips up the last snare they needed to collect and is now the one handing upside by the ankle.
Bobby, however, didn't yelp out of surprise or make any noise. Unlike the younger man who acted like 'he' was caught in the trap again until realizing that wasn't the case.
Bobby Hackett smirks up from his position. Jacob frowns down at him.
"Seriously, dude? You hear this?" The young man points at his stomach which then proceeds to growl profusely. "That's the roar of the leopard calling for it's next meal. Breakfast is probably waiting for us back at the house and you want to fool around?"
"Bet I can last longer than you," the older man challenges while fully ignoring how irked the young man is.
Jacob scoffs, crossing his arms, "Is that so?" A pregnant pause later. "Okay, you-you probably could. Because of your...superhuman...ness. From the military. And training that you've gone through."
Bobby patiently and happily await for Jacob to make the first move.
Jacob chuckles lightly, getting down on his knees because of the older man's extra height in this position puts him lower than Jacob was. "C'mere, Tiger."
Their lips connect and the passion from before rekindles anew, stronger than before.