A low groan passed between them as if their lips finally touching was everything Jim needed in that moment. He kissed back with a new and sudden hunger, thoughts of everything else going straight out the window. Bill tasted so good, a hint of something fruity amidst it all. His lips were soft and pliant and so hot against his. He pressed the tip of his tongue against Bill's lower lip, broke the contact only for a second to breath, and pressed right back in.

Jim ground their hips together in slow rocking motions, every part of him wanting to wrap his legs around Bill's waist and have the actor fuck him right there in the hall, against the wall. Bill's body moving against his, the look in his eyes, those gold eyes...