"Jake what are you doing?"
"Counting your freckles."
Dirk sat perfectly still as Jake settled down on his lap, his shades being pushed up onto the top of his head as Jake's fingers gently brushed across his freckle dusted cheeks. Jake did this every so often, and of course Dirk found it absolutely adorable of him. His lips twitched up in the beginnings of a smile. "Afraid a few disappeared?" He found himself teasing gently, blinking up at the black-haired boy of whom he adored.
"No." Jake pouted, God that boy was cuter than ever when he did. "I just like counting them ol' chap." He watched as Dirk leaned his head back against the back of the couch, eyes slipping shut as his fingertips ghosted over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He felt himself smiling as he mentally counted the freckles, hands lightly continuing down to the few on Dirk's neck then to his shoulders. When he glanced up his emerald gaze was met by Dirk's orange and he felt his cheeks warm.
Come here often English?" Dirk mused with a smile. Jake snorted softly, although it was good naturedly, and rested his hands against Dirk's shoulders, watching him silently. He closed his eyes when the blonde leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Have I told you how much I love you?" He smiled when he felt Jake's mouth tilt up at the corners.
"Everyday lad. And I never get tired of hearing it." Jake slipped his arms down and around Dirk's shoulders, shifting his position to nuzzle close to him, feeling the blonde's arms go around his waist and hold him close, face burying against the crook of his neck.
"Good. Because, I love you more than I have freckles." The English boy laughed.
"That's a lot of love then Dirk."
"You know it."