back on earth, you're waking up soon

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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.

Comments

[stomped]

[ Isaac is still a bit blown away 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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[Jack would really like to kiss him back, but he makes himself pull back slightly, just enough to murmur.]

Isaac, I just... swallowed...

[stomped]

[ Isaac rolls his eyes. ]

After a face full of it...?

[ His fingers lift, brushing the line of Jack's jaw. ]

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Yeah. I'm just saying, are you sure you want to be kissing this mouth right now?

[But he leans into the touch slightly.]

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Yeah.

[ Lips just barely brushing now: ]

I've had worse ideas.

[ So hey, Jack's getting a kiss again. ]

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[Jack hesitates for a nanosecond before thinking oh what the hell and leaning into the kiss. This is something he feels like he's good at now.]

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[ He'd reassure you that yes, you've gotten good at it, but he's too busy deepening the kiss and humming a little into it. ]

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[God he likes this. His hand travels upwards to hold the back of Isaac's neck where it meets his head, pulling him closer.]

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[ That just brings him to laugh a little bit, feeling their bare skin brush, his hands just skimming along Jack's shoulders. ]

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[And Isaac's laugh makes Jack grin, and he'd love to just sit like this forever, but there's a growl in the pit of his stomach that he can't ignore and which is probably loud enough for Isaac to hear.

So he has to pull away again reluctantly.]

Breakfast has to happen.

[stomped]

[ He hears the growl before Jack pulls away and smiles just a bit. He's pretty hungry himself. ]

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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[Jack misses Isaac's closeness almost immediately, but he ignores it and gets out of bed, dressing only in jeans and a loose t-shirt before padding barefoot to the bathroom to brush his teeth.]

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[ Isaac takes a fairly decent amount of time to get up. Between a slight recovery period and the fact that the sheets are still warm, he's a little wont to leave.

Still.

He eventually gets out, slipping on some pants and sliding into a soft, plaid button down. It probably wouldn't do to just stay there (maybe he can help no Isaac no). Heading out of the bedroom, he moves into the kitchen, kind of poking a head over Jack's shoulder curiously.

What're you doooooooin'? ]

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[Once Jack finished in the bathroom he did move on to the kitchen, where he's now mixing up pancake batter. He's not exactly a great cook, but he can make some mean pancakes.

Also there may or may not be bacon waiting to get put in the pan.

He turns his head to look at Isaac.]

Pancakes. Unless you want something else?

[stomped]

No. Pancakes are good.

[ Pancakes are really good and he turns his head a bit to look at the bacon. Because bacon.

He's trying to remember that last time he's actually had food this good and it's really hard to think about. ]

... Do you need help?

[ It doesn't hurt to ask... ]

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[Jack raises his eyebrows and considers this. On the one hand, Isaac wants to help a little and it'd be nice to give him something to do. They're both people who get pretty anxious without anything to work on. But Isaac has proven himself to be pretty useless at cooking. Also Jack doesn't actually need much help at the moment.

Still.]

You want to make some coffee?

[stomped]

[ He pulls back just slightly and gives Jack a nod. Coffee is something he can do, so he moves over to the machine and kind of stares at it for a minute.

It's fairly self-explanatory, he realizes, and moves through the steps required to get it actually percolating. He watches it for a few minutes just to be sure that it's actually working (and not intending to explode in his face or something) before he leaves it to do its work on the counter and leans a bit against it to watch Jack curiously.

So that's how you make pancakes. ]

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[Yup, this is how you make pancakes. Jack has finished the batter and the pan has heated up so now he's pouring out the batter onto it. In the other pan he's putting pieces of bacon, and soon enough the sound and smell of bacon frying fills the kitchen.]

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[ Isaac grabs a couple of mugs from the cabinet, setting them down before moving over to where the stove is and leaning against the counter, watching intently.




Because bacon. ]

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[Yes, bacon. And pancake flipping.

It's not long before the bacon is cooked and there's a stack of pancakes.

Jack puts everything out on the table, sitting down.]

Well there you go.

[stomped]

[ And Isaac is pouring coffee for them, setting a mug down by Jack and slipping onto a chair. ]

It looks amazing.

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[Jack shrugs, but he's grinning.]

It's no big deal.

[Few pancakes on his plate, followed by some bacon... yeeeah butter and syrup yeeeeaah. He's so hungry time for BREAKFAST YEAH.]

[stomped]

[ Annnnnnd we're digging in after putting some butter on our pancakes because we don't like syrup... After a few mouthfuls he just kind of blinks...... a bit....... ]

That's really good.

[ How did you get them to taste so good are you magical? ]

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[Jack grins around a mouthful and swallows.]

Thanks.

[Well he used to be SCIENCE magical but no more. And that's okay.

omnomnom this is good. Good job, Jack. Good job.]