orifice | ☞ i love you so much that it hurts my head

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...

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[He dreams of Rapture. It's not an uncommon thing, the dreams of being surrounded by water but never drowning. Tonight there is nothing to keep the water out of the city, the city is water and the water is the city. Eyes glow in the darkness of the depths and when he feels the soft press at his forehead and the word at his ear, he opens his eyes and could almost swear for a moment he can still smell the ocean.

He blinks slowly to drive the dream away, squinting a little at the light before finally focusing on Isaac's face just there. He smiles sleepily.]

Morning.

[He shifts slightly to stretch his limbs, wherever they found themselves over the course of the night, luxuriating in the sensation of muscles slowly waking up. For now he can ignore the slight nagging in the back of his head, the one that drives him up and out of bed and to wherever he stashed his needle.

For now, he can just stay here.]

[ isaac settles a bit more into the pillows, adjusting himself so that he can get a better look at jack and the way his hair kind of flops, limp from sleep and how his eyes are still a little glassy. he thumbs the nape of his neck slowly before he leans down to kiss him again on the bridge of his nose this time. ]

Sleep alright?

[ both arms go around jack, sliding down to pull him close at the waist. ]

[He grins tiredly at the kiss and shifts forward when Isaac tugs at him, one hand finding its way to Isaac's shoulder and gently tracing his back.]

Slept fine. You?

Best I've slept in a while.

[ Nice and deep. A dream or two, fleeting in all aspects. They would always dissipate when he woke up, feeling his chest tight, looking down or across from him to see Jack twisting a little or pressing close. ]

Just gets better longer the trip goes on, honestly.

[The more nights he spends with Isaac, the better he sleeps, the better he feels.

He's going to really hate it when the trip comes to an end.

He's trying not to think about it. He's doing pretty well ignoring it.

He's not doing so well ignoring the growing feeling in the back of his head, clawing its way forward, demanding to be recognized.]

Hey.

[ Isaac knows. He's been around Jack too long to ignore the way his eyes are still glassy and how they squint against the light. The way his brow draws just a little. He leans in and kisses his mouth gently before pulling back and looking him square in the eye. ]

... Go fix yourself up.

[ It's said gently while he reaches down, pushes a little hair from Jack's face with an understanding and quiet look. ]

[There's a blink, then a sigh, and the resignation just completely pulls at every muscle and writes itself across his face as he relaxes into it.]

...yeah. Fine.

[He sits up slowly, rubs his face, as if the actions could help delay the inevitability just a little. They never do. He slides off the bed and makes his way to the bathroom, tripping once along the way as his focus slides and blurs and then clears.

He hates this. He hates it so much.

Jack pulls over the little container with this week's doses and pulls out the needle, filling it and finding the vein with a practiced ease. He hesitates only a moment before pushing it into his skin and sending the blue substance into his blood.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, feeling the fog fade away.

He slowly cleans the needle, sterilizes it, and puts it away.

He leans against the counter, then leans his head a few more inches forward until his forehead rests against the mirror. He glances at the container again, and it's not a rational, conscious thought but a slight urge in the back of his head that whispers to take another one. More. One is not enough. More. More. More.

Jack squeezes his eyes shut.

God he hates this.]

Edited 2013-08-15 16:05 (UTC)

[ isaac stays in bed for a bit, listens to the tell-tale clinking of the needle against the case, the way the sink, even this one at the place they're staying at, will creak a bit upon jack's observations of himself. there is no noise, nothing, just the sound of something filling the room that might be a beast being quelled in the morning. he moves out of bed slowly now, feet hitting the floor, cold against his heels .

moving to the bathroom is slow. he moves from the bed in equal steps, takes his time until he can meet jack in the threshold and look at him.

his eyes are always clearer after this, after the slow routine of needles and memories. leaning in, he presses a hand to his shoulder, lips to the rise in his cheekbone. ]

... A little better?

[Jack sighs at Isaac's approach, leans into his touch and closes his eyes.]

Yeah.

[It's a trade-off. He trades the knowledge that he will never be anything but dependent on drugs he hates for his sanity. Some days it's easier to live with than others.

Isaac always makes it a little easier to bear.]

A little.

[ his hand slips down to press into jack's palm. a motion meant for reassurance as he heads into the bathroom himself and eyes the toiletry kit sitting on the side of the sink. he unzips it slowly as he steps fully inside and begins to remove the small, orange bottles with pills he knows inside and out. ]

Hungry?

[ he asks it, distracts himself as he takes out a small cup from the kit and begins to fill it with water. ]

[Jack nods, watching Isaac quietly.]

Sure.

[It's not a "yes" because he could reasonably go without eating for a while. But he can eat. He should eat. Keep to relatively normal schedules, and maybe he can pretend he has some semblance of a normal life.]

[ he doesn't look back at him just yet, knocking each pill back slowly. he would take them all quickly, but it's better this way, knowing, feeling it. one, two, three... the fourth takes him some time, the fifth goes down the easiest of all because it is the last.

when he turns his head, it's with a small smile. ]

There's a diner--not far. Bet there's something good there.

Bet I'd eat it anyway.

[He rests his hand easily at the nape of Isaac's neck, his thumb gently brushing the hairline. It's a reassurance. They both got through their morning rituals, now the day can continue uninterrupted by the ugly reminders of who they are.]

You'll eat anything.

[ it's the truth, and isaac leans a bit into the hand at his nape, closing his eyes before a moment before letting out a long and slow breath. ]

[His smile is small, but a smile nonetheless. He leans in and leaves a soft kiss on Isaac's cheek.]

Sure will.

[ the kiss is something that brings him to laugh as he tugs jack's hand and brings him forward. ]

Come on then.

[ doop doop going to one of those really hinky like 70's diners okay. those are the best. ]

[Jack catches Isaac's hand and follows.

hinky diner it is and that is totally okay.

Jack orders pancakes and scrambled eggs and bacon and oh man does it hit the spot.]

☞ i love you so much that it hurts my head

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