Entry tags:
back on earth, you're waking up soon
who jack + isaac
what happy birthday isaac
rating R
warnings slight age angst? and... birthday presents...
[Jack hadn't marked the calendar or anything. And he hadn't been planning for this day for months.
No really, he hadn't.
He'd just been casually thinking about it recently, ever since Isaac had mentioned it off-hand that his birthday was coming up. Jack had wrangled the exact date out of him, and then hadn't brought it up since.
December 20th dawned cold, the two of them tangled up in the blankets which had gotten rearranged approximately a million times throughout the night. They were active sleepers. They always would be. And the blankets were sad victims of their nightly wars.
Jack wakes up with his head on Isaac's chest, as usual, and he blinks and just lies there for a minute before remembering. He tilts his head up so that his face brushes under Isaac's jaw, leaving a few light kisses where his neck and jawline met.]
Hey.
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Huh. ]
Hey...
[ It's a bit gravely, dark and dry. His fingers find Jack's hair and gently slide down through the short strands at his nape. ]
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Happy birthday...
[He says it softly, in between kisses, bringing his hand from wherever it had ended up during the night onto Isaac's chest.]
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[ Oh... the kisses bring him around a bit, pull him up from the haze of sleep. He shifts a bit, arm still loosely around Jack in the way it'd stayed for the majority of the night. When the words come out, he finds himself groaning softly. ]
God, I'm old.
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What's that for?
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I'm old.
[ A beat before he closes his eyes, their noses brushing. ]
But thank you.
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You are not.
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Fourty-seven.
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[He's just as blunt. He really honestly doesn't see the problem here.]
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[ There's a faint smile that crosses his lips as he gives a sigh and adjusts his hold on Jack, arms around him in an embrace and his lips might just be inching down to press against the bridge of his nose slightly.
There.
You're right.
Happy? ]
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And moments like this became something to really look forward to.
He's content to rest there for a while, pressed up against Isaac, meeting his kiss. But then his hand gradually travels lower, his thumb hooking in the band of Isaac's underwear as the rest of his fingers skim on top.]
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Jack's hand is so close, almost too close and his hips give a bit of an uncontrolled jerk forward. He trusts him, oh god he trusts him. To be this close? Hell, it's good. Emotionally stretched forward, physically sharing their space. It's an overwhelming, clamorous, glorious feeling. ]
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So the fact that they trust each other this much, that alone says so much.
Jack laughs a little at Isaac's reaction (as much as he can with their kiss so fervent) but doesn't do anything more than curl and uncurl his fingers, pressing into Isaac's cock gently, his thumb tugging on the waistband just a little.
Trust. Jack knows Isaac better than anyone else he's ever known, and it's because of that, or maybe it's despite it that he trusts him. And that closeness, mentally, emotionally, and physically, is a joy Jack had never known he needed until he had it.]
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There are no words, only the noises that Jack seems to encourage with his touch, the way his thumb skims along his hip, tugging away his underwear. ]
You're killing me--
[ He trails his mouth upwards, placing a line of kisses gradually up towards his ear, pressing one that isparticularly lingering, against his ear lobe. ]
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Fine...
[He murmurs it in a low voice, grinning as Isaac lingers at his ear. Jack starts to slip Isaac's underwear down, fingers trailing along Isaac's hips and upper thighs.]
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Isaac's hands skim along Jack's skin, a smile forming at the edges of his lips. ]
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His stroke gets a little faster, but not much. He's starting to have other ideas.]
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His own hands move to slide over Jack's skin, the line of his shoulders the further he moves downwards. He strokes the line of his shoulders, eyes lulling shut. ]
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