☞ oh and the morning on your skin and the loved up light.

[stomped]

who jack + isaac
what kawaii things like love
rating pg-13......... more maybe..... r? probably. idk.
warnings squooshy feels.

[ The morning is a dull thud of heat against his eyelids. These days he sleeps dreamlessly, and when he does dream it is in soft colors and better things. Sleeping next to someone is an odd affair, an idea he ponders now and then as he he lays there in the slow haze of the morning light. He twists a bit, can feel the heat that is now familiar against his skin as his legs brushes another. The sheets shift downwards, slink a bit over his shoulders so that the warm light spreads over his skin. Normally, he wouldn't stir too easily, but the weight of Jack's head on his chest is lacking and he frowns. He always does, always feel the pull of the muscles in his face at the unfamiliarity of it all.

Unfamiliar is bad and... and this has become too familiar.

Isaac rolls over slightly, reaches a hand out expecting emptiness, a slightly still-warm side of the bed with a dent in the mattress, but instead he just encounters something odd and hard. It rustles, and there's some slight protest as he pats it just slightly.

That's not Jack... so he calls for him as he always does. It can't hurt. It never hurts. Eyes still closed, he groans. ]

Jack--

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[Jack has never been much of a reader, but when he discovered the books in the house... is it a library? Is a house allowed to have a library? Anyway when he found them he couldn't help but be intrigued by them, having had very little education from the people who created him.

So the night before, he chose a book that seemed interesting and classic (The Odyssey), and this morning when he wakes up he decides he doesn't want to get out of bed yet. It's warm, it's comfortable, and it's chilly out of the covers, too chilly to warrant getting up really.

He reaches over and picks up the book, settling himself to read it.

It's interesting, really. He doesn't quite understand all of it but he follows it well enough to know what's going on.

And then Isaac stirs, and smacks the book, sending it into Jack's face.]

Isaac. What are you doing.

[It's a bit muffled from behind the book but he lifts it up and looks over.

...he hasn't even opened his eyes yet holy crap.]

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[ Isaac cracks open one eye just slightly, lifting his hand slightly as he sees Jack with the book aptly pressed over his face. ]

What're you doin'?

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I was trying to read.

[He lifts the book off of his face and tries to get back to reading.]

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[ Isaac shifts a bit, pressing a heel of his hand into one of his eyes to rub a bit of the sleep from it. He takes a deep breath, a combination of their combined warmth and the coolness just outside the safety and warmth of the comforter.

He edges close. ]

What?

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[He glances at Isaac and then back to the book.]

The Odyssey. I dunno. Seemed interesting.

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[ Isaac shifts a bit, moves to prop his head up slightly on Jack's shoulder, eyeing the book in his hands. ]

Yeah? S'pretty old, if I'm remembering right.

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Yeah. Apparently it started off as just a story told aloud and wasn't written down for a while.

[He'd shrug, but Isaac is on his shoulder now. So he doesn't.]

Pretty interesting so far.

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[ Isaac gives a nod, tipping his head up slightly and pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. ]

What's happened so far?

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[Isaac that is not terribly conducive to concentration.]

There was a war that lasted ten years and a man hasn't gotten home yet, and so there's a lot of guys trying to get his wife to marry them.

Meanwhile the man is trying to get home and... the gods aren't happy with him so they're trying to stop him.

I think.

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[ No he's not because he's just giving a slight hum of interest as he kisses again and again, a slow line that begins to descend down his neck.

He knows he's not conducive to reading. It's a pretty nice thing to be. ]

Always trying to get a good guy down.

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[Jack is torn between being a little frustrated that Isaac is not being conducive to reading and not minding it at all.]

Yeah.

[Okay. Reading.

Yes.

....right.]

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[ Reading is for losers clearly. At least right now it is.

His kisses linger a bit longer this time, particularly against the hollow of his throat, while his hand slides to rest a bit against Jack's chest. ]

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[...holy crap Isaac. Jack is really... not able to keep ignoring him. He sighs, frustrated. Or, well, he's trying to be frustrated but he's only partially succeeding.]

Isaac...

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Hmm?

[ Because he's just shifting up a bit to look him in the eye, fingers still brushing slowly against his skin. Something wrong? ]

[unkindly]

What are you doing?

[He glances down at Isaac, still trying to be a little frustrated.]

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[ Try a little harder. ]

Nnnothing.

[ Because he's just leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to the bridge of his nose. ]

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[Jack's brow furrows.]

That's not nothing.

[But he's not moving away. He's just. Going. To look back at the book. Yeah. Reading.

Wait where was he? Dammit.]

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[ Gomen not gomen. It's the morning and the sheets are warm and Jack is warm, which is the most important thing. ]

You caught me.

[ So he'll kiss his forehead instead. ]

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[Isaaaac you're getting in the way of the booook... okay fine this is probably a lost cause, isn't it. Jack's arms flop down and he looks at Isaac silently for a moment, and gives up on being frustrated.

He can read later.]

You're kind of terrible.

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Not kind of.

[ He'll meet his eyes. ]

I am.

[ He's super proud. ]

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[He grins just a little bit at that and shifts slightly so that he's facing Isaac better.]

All right. You are.

[He picks up a hand and rests it by Isaac's face, running his thumb along his jawline.]

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[ The touch is soothing and for a moment he closes his eyes, shifting a bit so that their faces are that much closer, lips just barely brushing. ]

Not a bad thing, though.

[unkindly]

Thought it was bad by definition.

[There's something tantalizingly intoxicating about being this close without truly touching, just feeling Isaac's breath on his lips, the brushing of them against his when they speak, sort-of-touching-but-not-really, like the calm before the storm, the quiet anticipation, and the absolute trust. He couldn't let anyone else be this close. Only Isaac.]

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Sometimes. Depends.... don't you think?

[ His fingers shift a bit gently trail along Jack's skin, over rise in musculature and bone and he gives, leans in and kisses slowly, eyes closed because it's better this way to just feel. He doesn't need to know that Jack is there, skin to skin with him, because the sensation of him against his hands is familiar. They are men who have needed and no longer seek out that need--it's already there and it's met hand for hand. ]

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[It's slow, and it's quiet, and Jack meets Isaac without hesitation. He feels... overwhelmed by it all, being here with Isaac, close and safe and warm, touching and being touched. It's a feeling that Jack's had before, but hasn't yet put a name to. The trust is part of it, yes, but there's more he's not sure he can quite identify.]