Jim would have liked the silence to have lasted longer. He's already worked out that it equals applause

!!!!

(oops, tenses)

Blair opens his eyes in time to register Jim swooping toward him, a renewed gleam in his eye that spells nothing but trouble when they are on the streets and there's a helicopter hovering nearby, or if there's a speeding bus to jump onto, but in this context it makes Blair's sated dick twitch against the soft flannel of Jim's PJs.

I'm never, ever giving these back, Blair manages to think, and then Jim is gnawing on his neck again, and, oh, Blair wants to kiss him so bad, it hurts that he can't.

Hell, he'll probably be getting Jim's cold, anyway, from all the snuggling. It's just another opportunity to wear the pajamas, as far as Blair's concerned.

So he grins and grabs Jim's head, pulling him up to plant his lips on Jim's.

Bring it on!