☞ 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--

Comments

[unkindly]

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?

[unkindly]

[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.

[unkindly]

[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.]

[stomped]

[ 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. ]

[unkindly]

[...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. ]

[unkindly]

[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. ]

[unkindly]

[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. ]

[unkindly]

[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. ]

[unkindly]

[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.]

[stomped]

[ He had it once. He knows what it feels like, to be honest. It's a warmth that starts in his gut, but doesn't go down, only up. It puts pressure on his heart, forces it to flutter, beat a little faster. Normally fleeting, it comes a little more often now, a lot more often, actually. He realizes this as he slides an arm around Jack, pulls him closer with a hand on his back, fingers splayed. ]

[unkindly]

[Jack's not sure where it starts, or when it started, only that it exists and has for a little while now. Maybe longer. He doesn't know. He's not certain he needs to know. All he needs is right in front of him, pulling him closer as they kiss softly, gently, his hand on Isaac's neck and jaw, caressing, focusing on the feeling of it all, the skin beneath his fingers and his lips, the body next to his, the emotion tight in his chest.]

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[ The hand against his neck would normally give him cause to jump. It's a place he doesn't exactly want touched by anyone... but the hand doesn't feel threatening, it's soft, a warm weight. It's a killing hand sometimes, he knows this, but they've got hands that do other things too. They don't just kill, they touch and they tease now and then, and sometimes they just hold and that's alright too because it all creates an overwhelming escalation of feeling. The words linger on his lips, but most of the time, especially now, he's afraid to say them.

They seem odd and old and rusted. ]

[unkindly]

[For Jack the words are new, unspoken, unheard. He hasn't even latched on to them yet, as words that describe what he's feeling. He can almost name all of the little emotions, the trust, the comfort, the need, the want, but what it is they all combine to make is a word that's itching at his brain, begging to be said and felt, but he doesn't quite have his finger on it, not yet.

Don't think about it.

Just don't.

Think about it.

He exhales, his forehead and nose touching Isaac's, his eyes closed, breath and skin and space shared, and he wants to say something but he doesn't know what it is.]

I love you.

[.....oh.

That was it.

And suddenly it's like all the pieces are falling into place and everything makes sense and for a moment it's overwhelming him but then a cold dart of doubt invades and he opens his eyes, looking at Isaac (so close), unsure.

That... wasn't the wrong thing to say, was it?]

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[ Isaac pauses a bit, finds everything inside of him grinding to a halt and he looks at Jack, looks at him long and hard from the short distance between them. His chest is tight and god his fingers press into his skin lightly, as if feeling for something, anything.

I love you.

Holy shit.

Isaac sits in this long silence for a while, the sound of blood in his ears heavy and pounding before his tongue moves to wet his lips just slightly and he presses his forehead just slightly against Jack's. It's a quiet affirmation before he speaks. ]

Awful big words.

[ Not bad ones, though. ]

[unkindly]

[The silence is not incredibly reassuring, and Isaac's response isn't either. Jack breathes deeply, feeling the urge to panic rising, but he keeps his breaths slow and calm.]

...are they?

[He didn't even know the magnitude of them until he said them. Big words? They must be, if no one had ever spoken them to him before. Of course, why should they, when he was... what he was.

But these words... they mean a lot, don't they, and it means a lot to Jack to know what Isaac really thinks of him saying them. He wants to hold his breath waiting for a proper response, pause everything until he can know what Isaac really thinks.]