☞ 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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[unkindly]

[He sighs, a deep, contented exhale that ruffles Isaac's hair.]

Thank you.

[stomped]

[ He chuckles this time, whiskey dark, lips soft on his neck now. ]

What's that mean?

[unkindly]

[Jack shrugs slightly, a lazy movement.]

Means thanks for what you did just now.

[He kisses the top of Isaac's head softly.]

And thanks for loving me back.

[stomped]

[ He runs his (mostly) clean hand up Jack's hip, lets it linger against his side as he settles a bit more.

The kiss against his temples brings him to close his eyes a bit, pressing closer if at all possible. ]

That sort of thing doesn't need a thanks.

[unkindly]

No one else ever said it to me before.

[It's partly by way of explanation, partly a thought he needed to sound aloud, but he falls quiet after he says it, breathing into Isaac's hair, feeling his warmth and his scent and his weight.]

[stomped]

Then they're missing out.

[ So he'll just shift a leg a bit over one of Jack's. ]

[unkindly]

[Jack smiles a little, resting his head on Isaac's, completely comfortable and relaxed.]

Guess so.

[stomped]

[ Oh it's nice like this, pressed close in the warmth with hands on each other and the prospect of goddamn intangible love.

He only hums, a soft rumble in his throat. ]