☞ i love you so much that it hurts my head

[stomped]

who jack + isaac
what command center, road trip!
rating pg-13? idk.
warnings morning after cuddlings and make outs and stuffs.

[ the morning is a quiet affair that isaac wakes up to from the soft light streaming through the curtains over the window. it's a little motel, one off to the side of the road that they'd fumbled into at two in the morning when neither of them could bear the thought of driving anymore. it's as simple as walking in and paying the thirty dollars for a night, a bed that smells of stale sheets, a sink that drips, and the sound of people in the next room over. all the same, a bed is a bed and as soon as they strip down to their underwear, pull down the comforter and slip in together, they are asleep.

isaac dreams that he is churning waves constantly and for every mouthful of the sea, he tastes blood, thick and hot on his tongue and in his sleep he twists while jack turns and when he wakes up from the dream to the early morning light, jack's brows are furrowed deep and it makes him press closer, nose cresting his hair as he dozes in the wan light of... whatever it might be. he's too lazy to reach over him to check his phone on the nightstand. fuck it.

jack is planted square on his chest, one finger dragging lightly on his skin, his breath a softness on his chest. he dips down and presses his lips to his forehead, feels the softness of the skin at his temples. it's a bid to stir him just a little before he murmurs gently against his skin. ]

Morning...