At first, Jesse didn't understand what Thomas meant when he said he liked the symbolism of it, especially after the loss of his hearing. Jesse didn't know what the tattoo was. He'd never seen a picture of the Sistine Chapel, or the artwork that lived there. He'd never been anywhere near that sort of thing. His first real introduction to art had been through Thomas, and right now, that honestly hadn't been that much, at least not yet. He hadn't gone to school, not really, and he'd never been to a museum, save for the gallery open of Thomas' that he had gone to. He'd never seen a Monet, even in a picture, he'd never thought about Starry Starry Night, or anything like that. Yes, he knew about the Mona Lisa, and could pick it out of a line up, but if he was being honest, that was about it was far as art went, unless you counted Calvin and Hobbes...and he was pretty sure that Jesse would turn him away for good if he said that out loud. He felt out classed by this artistic man, and yet somehow, comfortable with him at the same time. It was unique, and strange, and he loved it.
He tried to process Thomas' explanation, about how the image was of God giving life to Adam, and well, he hadn't known that. He hadn't had any frame of reference for what the image was, just that it was beautiful, and even with Thomas' explanation, he didn't fully get it. He had never read the bible, never been inside of a church, he just wasn't that kind of person, and he didn't know if that was going to cause a rift between the two of them or not. He didn't believe in god, how could he belie in a god that would put him through everything that he had been to? He had never believed in anything except for taking care of himself, and getting from one day to the next. He had no faith, no spirituality, and definitely no religion, and the story of which Thomas spoke? He didn't get that either. "I've never read the bible," he admitted. Was it important that Thomas know the rest? He didn't think that this was time for that sort of conversation. "I just think it's beautiful art." He smiled at hi,m though the smile was a bit sad - he felt like he was missing a part of it, something that he would never understand, but then again, he couldn't understand everything, no one could. The fact that he didn't know the story behind it, didn't know the impact, didn't make the tattoo any less beautiful to Jesse. It was still a work of art, religious or not, fully understood or not, and it looked fucking amazing on Thomas' skin. He was a gorgeous man, and the artwork on his side? It suited him well, even if some of the deeper meanings of it were lost on the younger man.
His mood lightened a bit, however, and he snorted when Thomas called him a beastie. "That's a new one," he quipped with a smile, enjoying very much the soft way that Thomas ran his thumb over Jesse's features. It was a little touch, a gentle touch, and one that was so damn foreign to Jesse. Sure, not everyone that he had ever been with was rough, but no one had ever been as gentle with him as Thomas, because for someone to come to a rent boy as he had been, they had had to have some desperation to them, but with Jesse, there was no desperation. It wasn't about rushing to get off - in fact, Jesse had been more to jump the gun than Thomas had been. Thomas was calm, and he was patient, and Jesse had been the one pushing and pushing, but here Thomas was, gently touching him, making him feel like he mattered ,calling him Beastie, and god, it was cute. Cute in a way that should have made Jesse sick to his stomach, but instead, it made him smile, it made him feel good, because being called Beastie by this man was so kind, so loving. It discounted, in a lot of ways, the names he was usually called when hooking up with people - whore, slut, fag, awful names, thrown at him with malice and rage that he hadn't deserved, but he'd pushed through it, ignored it, because that was his life it was his job to tolerate that, but this? This was for him, directed at him, and it was sweet, gentle, and nice. Maybe that was foreign to Jesse, but he liked it. A lot. Respect was something no one had ever shown him before, and it was pleasant to say the least.
And then they were kissing again, and Thomas was touching him, holding him close, and god, he wanted those hands all over him. He'd seen the art that those hands could create, this man was fucking magic, and he was touching Jesse, kissing him, being gentle with him, kind, and god, why the fuck did he have to be such a gentleman? Jesse wanted to rip his clothes off, and he knew that Thomas wouldn't let him, because he was a good guy. Deep down, Jesse appreciated that, but god, it was also very, very frustrating for him in the pants area, if he was being honest. "You," he whispered when they finally pulled away. "Are an amazing kisser." It was true, after all, and why should he deny it? He'd never put as much into kissing anyone as he did with Thomas now, because the people he'd been with before, they weren't there to be kissed, and it was sort of awesome, just making out with someone.
Thomas pressed, making Jesse see that what he wanted really did matter, and he took a few deep breaths, regaining some of his own faculties as he thought about it. Sure, his body wanted sex, because that was the natural reaction to what he was feeling, but he'd never had this before, and in his mind, his heart, it was actually sort of nice. "You know I've never done this before," he admitted. "Just sat on a couch, making out with someone." It had always been so all or nothing with him, and he'd never had those teenage moments where he just made out with someone for hours. "It's actually sort of nice. I know I pushed, and I...I just...that's what I know, but this?" he gestured to his own lips, then reached out, gently racing over Thomas'. "That's what I want." He smiled before leaning in, kissing Thomas again, gently, slower this time, really letting himself enjoy it, get into it. After all, what was the rush?
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