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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Don't worry.
Isaac groans loudly as Jack's tongue presses against the tip of him, bucking up slightly now. ]
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Jack...
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He's done this before, a couple of times, but he's still not terribly experienced at it, not very confident. This time is better, though. He feels better about how well he's doing.]
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His fingers moves downwards, rub soft circles into the skin of Jack's neck and shoulders, his stomach tightening in that pleasured way. ]
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He keeps going. A little faster.]
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It's weird, but hey, the sheets aren't gross.
He had to brush his teeth anyway.
Jack lifts his head, looking at Isaac. That was okay, right?]
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Fuck... God what...
[ He glances at Jack, fingers somewhat idly carding through his hair. ]
That was... amazing...
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Good.
[He stretches a little bit.]
I need some coffee. And some mouthwash.
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literally, but slowly he sits up and leans in, close enough that their noses brush slightly. ]Before you do that...
[ He kisses him, slow and warm and lazy. ]
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Isaac, I just... swallowed...
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After a face full of it...?
[ His fingers lift, brushing the line of Jack's jaw. ]
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[But he leans into the touch slightly.]
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[ Lips just barely brushing now: ]
I've had worse ideas.
[ So hey, Jack's getting a kiss again. ]
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So he has to pull away again reluctantly.]
Breakfast has to happen.
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S'pose so.
[ So he'll ease a bit away from Jack and kind of slide his fingers through his hair with a slight yawn. ]
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