by Joy
Jack/Jason | Mature | AU/FT | 32 kb
Summary: Life is definitely a bowl of peaches . . . and then some.
Jack quickly finished his morning routine in the bathroom, then pulled on his new black sweatpants. He rarely found new ones that were soft, but these sure were. And warm. He rummaged through the dresser and found only his green t-shirt. Frowning, he chastised himself for not doing the laundry yesterday. He hated doing it on Sunday. Sundays were for relaxing, laying about, reading...having sex. Okay, never mind that. Any day was good for that, except when it came to his life.
Shrugging away those thoughts, he padded to the kitchen and set up the coffee pot. As the machine began hissing and gurgling, he caught the new sounds coming from down the hall. Absently turning the coffee bag round in his hands, he listened to the sounds as they brought back the memory of the night before.
Where nothing had happened. Nothing. Just a drunken get together, laughing, shouting, arguing over first a baseball game, then hockey. It had been fun. And it had been typical fun. Last night wasn't the first time that his friend, Major Jason Coburn, had come over. But over the last few months, it had become almost necessary. He needed the man's company, his friendship. Jack was lonely, sure. Loneliness was a constant companion of his, something he'd grown used to over the years. But he was, frankly, damn sick and tired of it.
Jason had become his friend, then one night a few months back, over burgers and beers, Jack had noticed a scent. That rather musky male scent. Jason had leaned over him on the couch to grab the extra bag of food, and Jack had caught the leftover smell of scented soap and musk. As per usual, he'd just simply catalogued the smell and moved on, but as the weeks passed, he found himself coming into contact with that smell more and more. Then a week ago...only a week ago, but it seemed longer...he and Jason had been playing basketball down at the gym. It was then that Jack's eyes had focused on the man's incredible musculature. Sure, he'd noticed, but he'd never noticed. Not in that 'if I stare long enough I'll get a raging hard-on' way.
Then...early last night. They'd gotten rowdy...to use a stupid expression. Jason's team had hit a 3-run home run in the bottom of the seventh inning. They'd always given digs to each other, teased each other, made bets - sometimes extremely stupid ones - and with it, came either high fives or rough pushes whenever someone had scored a point, won the game, or sometimes, when they just needed to egg the other on.
Last night, Jason had shoved him and Jack had lost his balance. Jack remembered the panicked look of contrition on Jason's face as he'd hurriedly reached out and caught the front of Jack's waistband before he'd hit the coffee table. He'd righted himself and Jason's fingers hadn't lingered, but damn if Jack didn't get hard over their touch against his skin. His shirt had come loose so when Jason grabbed, the backs of four fingers had touched the skin under the navel.
Drunk, Jack had laughed and thought nothing of it, but he'd gotten hard anyway. Then later on, as he'd gotten into bed, that touch stayed there, like a ghost.
He'd wanted Jason with him...in his bed. And he'd seen the casual glances. But neither had acted upon what was obviously becoming an intense mutual attraction. Jack wasn't sure about taking their friendship past normal boundaries, so he'd done nothing. Last night wasn't the first time for those thoughts, but it had been the first time that Jack had had to hold himself back with effort. He still hadn't been sure.
And now?
Now...now was...different. He was thinking about it more. The touches and the smells - the need to kiss, to latch onto that spot under the chin, at the back of the neck, at the base of the spine, between the pectorals, the fine skin under the bellybutton and just above the pubic hair - they were all getting to him. Jack didn't mind, but he didn't know if any of it was a good idea. No, it probably wasn't a good idea. It was against the rules, against the regs.
But when did that ever stop him? When did Jack ever stay within the rules?
Okay, so how to go about this?
He heard the shower start up and grinned briefly. Maybe a sneak surprise there? His grin faded to scolding as he shook his head at himself. No, not as a first time. Maybe...later. First, he needed to figure out how to make his move...or let Jason make it for him.
With the coffee put back, he grabbed a bowl and a knife, then took one of the peaches from the wicker basket on the table and began to peel and cut. As he sucked the juice off his thumb, an idea came...and he smiled.
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Jason dried his freshly shaven face and ran a hand through his damp hair in place of his comb. The light grey sweatpants he wore were good enough and he silently thanked Jack for letting him borrow them. The beer and bourbon spilled on last night's jeans would have to be washed before going home, unless he wanted to smell like a drunk, which he didn't. Although, after getting drunk last night, it would certainly serve him right.
He looked for a shirt in the drawers of the dresser in the spare room, but found nothing but an old white military sleeveless t-shirt, the kind technically referred to as an undershirt. He put it on and found it stretched tight across his wide, muscular chest and the worn cotton left little to hide. It was practically see-through and his dark nipples were obvious. He lifted a brow, wondering if this was what it would take for Jack to act. Maybe.
He looked down at the back of the fingers of his left hand and could swear he could still feel Jack's skin there. He mirrored the touch he'd felt, passing his fingers over the dark line of fine hair and smooth skin just under his navel. He imagined for a brief second that it was Jack that touched him there, then scowled at himself and shook the thoughts off. He didn't need to be going into the kitchen with a hard-on.
Don't go there, Jace, ol' buddy.
He then smiled to himself.
Not yet, anyway.
He thought it odd that of all the times he'd stayed at Jack's, that last night and this morning would feel so acutely sexual. Nothing had happened, unfortunately, but things felt sexual all the same. There was something decidedly erotic in the air and he wondered briefly if it was real.
He turned to leave and spotted the white ceramic coffee mug on the nightstand. He smiled. Jack had brought him coffee. Now he knew the reason for the erotic flavor in the air. He picked up the mug, finding it hot. Jack must've put it here while he was showering. For such a cranky bastard, the man really did have a mushy spot where his heart was. Sappy bastard, really. Just don't tell him that, or others, or you'll eat your nuts for breakfast.
Drinking down the coffee, he left the room, barefoot, and passed Jack's bedroom. He paused and took a long look at the king-sized bed with its rumpled blanket and sheets. A sudden image of himself there passed a tingling warmth up the back of his thighs. All he had to do was figure out a way to actually get himself in that bed. As he walked away, his inner voice added, "Or get your naked ass on the kitchen table, the sofa, the deck outside..." Firmly ordering his mind to shut the fuck up, he turned right at the end of the hallway and straight into the kitchen.
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Jack heard the soft padding of feet and the whisper of body movement and looked up from his Sunday newspaper.
"Morning," he greeted, sipping his coffee.
"Hey there. Morning. Thanks for the coffee," Jason replied as he went straight to the machine for his refill.
"Welcome," Jack replied as his eyes immediately found Jason's ass. Why the hell did those old sweats look good on everyone else but himself? "Sleep okay?"
Jason nodded. "I did, and thanks for letting me stay over," he added as the second spoon of sugar went in, followed by the half-n-half.
"You're welcome, but I could hardly let you drive home, and a taxi always seems rude to me," Jack said casually as he continued nursing his mug, the newspaper momentarily forgotten. Damn, but the man filled that t-shirt.
As Jason went to take his customary seat at the opposite end of the table, his best friend toed the chair next to him, pushing it back - an obvious invitation to sit there instead. Jason grinned, sat down, then folded a leg over, resting his ankle over his knee.
"So...what's for breakfast? Want me to cook something up?" Jason asked as he sipped at his second cup.
Jack shook his head. "Wasn't in the mood for a hot breakfast yet. Only these," and he moved his newspaper to show the two bowls of peach slices. He slid one over. "If you want more, be my guest. It's where it usually is."
Jack then picked up a slice, drizzled with granulated sugar that had quickly turned to syrup, and slid the end of it into his mouth, sucking slightly at the sweet tang before biting off a chunk.
Jason could have looked away. If he'd been with anyone else, he would have. But this was Jack. Jack O'Neill. For all intents and purposes, his best friend. And someone he now desperately dreamed about being his lover and mate.
Jack's teasing grin shocked Jason out of his staring and he snorted, looking down at his bowl. "Sorry about that."
"Don't worry about it," Jack said, as he placed his newspaper flat against the corner of the table and returned to reading. Except he really didn't give a rat's ass about what he was reading. His aim was to see how far he could take this food idea of his and how long it would take to drive each of them into doing something. Then who would act first? Himself or Jason? Time would tell.
Jason picked up a peach slice with his own fingers and just before biting, did exactly what Jack had done. Only he added just a hint of tongue, licking a drop of syrup from the broken end, just before he chewed the portion in his mouth.
Jack placed the other half of his slice into his mouth, the tips of his index finger and thumb disappearing. He withdrew them slowly, then looked into Jason's eyes.
Jason had stopped chewing for that moment, and when Jack looked at him, he swallowed.
So, Jack was up for this kind of game, was he?
The rest of his peach went into his mouth, then out came his fingers, which he licked sugar-free, one by one.
Back and forth the two went. Through ten slices each. Two-finger feeding, lips sucking off the sweet syrup while tongues licked over thumbpads and fingertips. Each watched the other chew, then followed the movement of the throat as they'd swallow. Eyes inevitably lingered at the hollow of the throat before turning back to eat another slice of their erotic breakfast.
Jason didn't find this odd...well, not exactly. This would have been perfect for 'morning after' sexual amusement. But they hadn't even kissed, for chrissakes. Not that he wasn't enjoying this teasing, but he wasn't going to get any harder. He'd already had to rearrange the position of his legs twice now and his dick was complaining of loneliness.
He looked down for a moment, wishing that he could see if Jack was hard, but the angle of the table prevented it. He hoped that since he couldn't see Jack, then maybe Jack couldn't see him. It would be only fair.
Jack looked up from his paper, turned the page and folded it. He gave Jason a very careful look before his eyes settled on the bowls, containing only peach juice. He set the paper down and got up, thankful that the thick sweats and his briefs didn't show too much of his erection. But they showed enough to let Jason know he'd been highly turned on. That was enough...for now. Jack knew he'd have to take this to its logical conclusion (if any of this could be considered logical) or he'd have to settle for a date with his hand. Either result would have to be within an hour's time or blue balls would ensue.
As Jack went for the fridge, Jason did indeed notice his erection. He had to choke off a moan along with the realization. Seeing that...actually seeing that...Jason felt sure he'd implode. He dared not move or adjust his leg, although his foot was falling asleep. Instead, he dipped a finger into the bowl of leftover peach juice, brought it to his mouth, and sucked.
Jack brought out the green plastic basket filled with whole strawberries and rinsed it under the cold water before dumping the contents into a large but shallow bowl. Setting the bowl down on the table between himself and Jason, he went back to grab himself another cup of coffee. He paused and turned, holding out his hand, pointing.
"You want a refill?"
Strawberries? Jason stared at the bowl of red fruit, thinking that things were turning just a shade into the romantic. Not that he minded that, but could he just have...oh, I don't know, maybe a kiss first?
"Jason?"
Startled by the sound of Jack's voice, Jason looked up, then over at his nearly empty mug. "Oh yeah, sorry, but that's okay, I'll make it." He didn't budge, however, as his dick was now sending him signals of red...er, high...alert. If he stood up, he may as well sign up for towel rack duty.
Jack looked down and saw the evidence, then a slow evil grin stretched his lips. "Jace, I know how you like it, so just give it to me."
Jason looked up, startled once more by the obvious double entendre, and couldn't fight off the flush to his cheeks if he'd tried. "Uh, thanks, Jack," he responded as he handed him his mug.
He was embarrassed. He hadn't done that in years.
Jack's grin became a permanent fixture as he prepared Jason's coffee exactly how he liked it, then poured his own, black. He set Jason's mug down in front of him as he returned to his chair. "Don't you want the strawberries?" Jack asked as he picked one up, dredged the tip through the peach juice in his bowl, then brought it to his mouth.
Jason watched, swallowing hard. He had to get a grip, and though that thought brought a delightfully nasty image to mind, he stomped down on it. What the hell was the matter with him? Since when did anyone (okay, it was Jack O'Neill, but still) get him so riled up like this? Sure, he wanted Jack. Wanted him more than anything, especially right now, but come on!
"Come on, Jace, have a bite."
Jason blinked, realizing that he'd zoned. He found Jack holding a fresh strawberry out to him while he chewed on his own. As he took the strawberry, his fingers touched Jack's and he swallowed again.
"Fuck."
"What is it?" Jack asked as the tip of his tongue slid over the bite in his strawberry. Jason observed as Jack dipped the bitten strawberry into the peach juice and brought it back to...those lips and that damned tongue. Jason groaned.
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" He didn't say that out loud. He knew the answer already so asking it would be stupid. Of course Jack was doing it on purpose, the bastard. Taking a deep breath, Jason thought, "Okay, time to put the shoe on the other foot, the ball in my court, your money where your mouth...oh nevermind. You wanna see what I can do, pal? So be it."
He dipped the strawberry into the peach juice, rolling it around like a lover until it was thoroughly covered, then brought it slowly to his lips.
And sucked.
He closed his eyes and ran his tongue over the bumpy surface, tasting both sweetness and tang each time his lips sucked and his tongue devoured. He opened his eyes to find Jack watching, mesmerized. He then bit down, right at the leafy end and took the strawberry whole.
Jack slowly bit into his fruit as he watched Jason go down on another strawberry. The man had deliciously turned the tables on him. He couldn't help but love that and wondered just how far this would indeed go before one of them ended up on his back with a dick filling him. No matter what else happened, Jack now knew for certain that that was how things would end. He just hadn't made up his mind just who would end up on their back first...or stomach.
He picked up another strawberry, dredged it, and brought it to his mouth. Jack found himself mirroring Jason's actions, his tongue lingering on the fruit, caressing it, worrying it. He wondered if he should say something. They were both performing this eroticized and ritualistic breakfast in silence. Shouldn't somebody say something...well, something to the actual point of what was going on instead of skirting around it?
Probably. But there wasn't any need to go on and on about stuff, was there. Simple acknowledgement was all that was needed right?
Stop thinking, Jack. Just talk. You talk all the time. People don't think you know how, but you do, don'tcha buddy? You talk to Jason all the time. Oh yeah, you know how. Especially to him.
"So..." he said leaning forward slightly, though that was decidedly uncomfortable.
Jason raised his right brow as he swallowed. His own actions had calmed him somewhat so he was no longer embarrassed. He had figured out that the reason he had been was that he wasn't used to be the focus of that kind of attention. And he was the focus, there was no doubt of that.
"So...?" he threw back as he brought yet another strawberry to his lips.
"You do know what's going on here...between us?" and he made a to-and-fro gesture with an index finger.
Jason smiled as he chewed. "Yes."
"You don't mind?" Jack asked as he smugly bit into his next piece of fruit.
Jason found the effect highly arousing - as if this whole thing wasn't already - but the question he found humourous. He swallowed, then took a large drink from his mug. Letting out a satisfied sigh, he shook his head. "I know you, Jack. It's like pulling teeth for you to start this conversation, but now of all times?"
Jack shrugged. "What the hell."
Jason nodded, laughing softly. "Sure, what the hell," and he plopped the rest of the strawberry into his mouth, minus the stem. "So, we're having a decidedly non-platonic breakfast after a decidedly platonic friendship which has been growing steadily toward this road for a while now. Have I got things pretty much figured out here? Are we on the same page as it were?"
Jack smirked. "You know, Jace, you're as big a talker as someone we both know."
Jason smiled, showing a flicker of sadness. "Thanks. I'll take that as a compliment."
Jack picked up a fresh strawberry, then dipped it into the barely remaining peach juice. "Come here," he said, leaning forward over the corner of the table.
Jason leaned forward, then winced and adjusted himself quickly. They were now close enough to kiss. Jack brought the strawberry to his lips, making a show of biting off the end. He then turned the strawberry and placed it against Jason's parted lips, then rubbed lightly, spreading the strawberry juice over them. He was mesmerized and so was Jason. The effect was so highly erotic that neither of them breathed.
Jason felt as if Jack were suddenly making love to him with that strawberry. He closed his eyes and licked his lips. "If you don't fucking kiss me--"
Jack had felt the same thing and couldn't hold back. He took the strawberry away and captured Jason's lips with his own. It was a soft kiss, filled with an exchange of taste and tongue, but nothing deep. Until Jason made it so.
He got up and pushed forward, plunging his tongue further into Jack's mouth as his hand found Jack's neck, pulling him toward him. Jason knew that he had only a slight amount of control left...until Jack moaned into his mouth. He moaned back as he suddenly shoved Jack back into his chair and straddled him. Though most of his weight was suspended by his feet on the floor, his position was perfect...for now.
Jack's hands ran up his back while he carded his own fingers through Jack's hair. He broke the kiss and looked down into Jack's darkened eyes, eyes filled with want and need.
"Do you want me?"
"More than ever," Jack replied as he grabbed Jason's hips and pushed him off him. He stood up, then suddenly pulled Jason into his arms, kissing him hard as he drove Jason back against the counter. Jason moaned into his mouth as hands fumbled to reach skin. His hands. Jack's hands. Everywhere. When Jack rubbed his covered groin against his own, Jason broke their kiss, gasping.
"Fucking Christ, Jack! If we're not naked and in that bed in five seconds, I'll come off right here."
Jack took his face in his hands and nipped gently at his lips. "I think we have time, don't you?"
Jason growled, and to prove his own point about time, he reached inside Jack's pants and took hold of his cock - then smiled as Jack hissed.
"Told you. You're ready to come off, same as me. You had to start it up with that damned fruit."
"I didn't hear any complaints."
"No, no complaints. But if you don't....ahhh FUCK!"
Jack returned the favor by reaching in and surrounding his cock with his strong, callused fingers. Smugness ensued when Jason bit his lips and closed his eyes, his hips thrusting eagerly into Jack's hand.
"Feel good?" Jack asked, beginning to stroke more firmly.
Jason answered by shoving both his and Jack's pants down, then grabbed Jack's cock and pumped - quickly.
"Fuck, that's a 'yes'." He let go of his cock and pulled away, easing Jason's hand off him.
He stepped out of his pants and threw off his t-shirt. Jason quickly followed, wondering exactly what was on Jack's mind, though the intent was clear. Jack placed his hands around Jason's waist and maneuvered him behind the dining table, back against the wall. Jason smiled, then pulled Jack into a rough kiss, puffing out air through his nose when Jack took hold of his cock again. He started to return the favor, but Jack gently pulled his hand away.
Breaking the kiss, he nuzzled down Jason's neck. "I have a much better idea," he whispered. He kept moving down, his hand pushing, kneading, caressing. Jack was amazed at the way Jason's body was toned. Sculpted was a better word for it. He'd known this, of course, but he hadn't really paid attention, not until now. Now that he had his mouth and hands running over his solidly packed body. When he reached his navel, he looked up, finding Jason's eyes half-lidded with lust.
"Jack, don't tease."
"I've no intention of doing that," Jack replied as he ran his tongue over the warm skin. "I'm just planning on making love to you against the kitchen wall."
Jason sucked in a breath as fingers and tongue ran over his hip. "Ah, Christ, Jack," he whispered and closed his eyes. Jack's hands and tongue shut him up as they mapped out the sensitive inner thighs, pulling them apart to spread his legs. Then Jack realized he'd forgotten something but he was loathe to leave the warm recess just before his lover's balls. He looked to his right and thankfully didn't have to go far. He stood and retrieved the bottle of oil from the counter, then with a grin, resumed his place, kneeling between the delectable legs.
Jason ran his hands through Jack's hair, shuddering at the touch of his tongue as it swirled around the base of his cock. He had his eyes closed and was literally startled when the bottle's cap opened. Slick fingers rubbed over his perineum, gently moving in circles over his balls just as Jack's tongue made a long swipe up the length of his cock.
"Fuck yes," Jason said softly. He gasped again as Jack's mouth reached the head. He took it inside, wetting it, blowing the cool air over it afterward. Jack smiled as his lover's cock twitched, along with his legs. "Jack, goddamn it."
Jack stopped all teasing and took him into his mouth. Slick fingers probed at his rectum before pushing inside. Back and forth, his mouth mirrored his fingers, driving his lover toward oblivion. Just when Jason was sure he was going to come, Jack pulled away.
"Wha?" Jason asked, opening his eyes.
"Turn around and kneel, Jace," Jack ordered.
Jason's mouth dropped open, gasping in disbelief. "Jack, you bastard."
He pulled Jack to his feet, eyeing the Cheshire Cat grin, then shoved him backward, until his ass hit the edge of the table. And Jack resisted. He hand came up over Jason's chest, caressing as skin met skin.
"Jason, I'm not done."
"No, Jack, you're not." He pushed him back, then grabbed Jack's hips forward and without so much as a breath in-between, he dropped down to take his balls into his mouth.
"Oh fuck," Jack whispered as he dropped his head back to the table, nudging the fruit basket out of the way. Jason's hands ran smoothly up and down his inner thighs, provoking, teasing - and leaving Jack's cock alone. When his mouth reached the base, he kissed and licked very lightly, while oiled fingers - from the abandoned bottle on the floor - made their way inside. Jack's hands stretched out to grip the edges of the table while Jason contented himself with making Jack suffer. Jack didn't mind. This kind of suffering he loved...and dearly missed.
When Jason had him right where he wanted him, he backed off, pulling Jack off the table. With a growl from Jack, Jason pulled him into his arms and thrust his tongue into his mouth for a soul-stealing kiss. His hands returned to caressing, winding up, while his cock ground against him.
"How're your knees, Jack?" Jason asked him as he broke the kiss finally.
"My knees are fine," Jack replied as he dived in for another deep kiss. Jason pulled him away from the table, then with his arms around him, he nipped along his lover's jaw and neck.
"You want?" he asked, not needing to clarify.
"What do you think?" Jack replied.
Smiling against his jaw, Jason playfully pulled at his earlobe. "Then drop down, Jack, and face the wall."
After yet another searing kiss, Jack dropped down.
Oiling his cock liberally, Jason placed his hands over the front of Jack's thighs, then pushed his positioned cock through his entrance. Jack was tight, but as Jason caressed and rubbed his hands over his body, Jack opened to him. Sliding further in, he wrapped his arms around his new lover and held him close. He rocked his hips gently, creating an undulating wave, making Jack move right along with him.
Jack couldn't believe how good Jason felt inside him or how much he missed this. He rode 'the wave' with his lover, feeling the slight nudge of his gland as Jason's cock finally nestled deep. He dropped his head back to his lover's shoulder, breathing through his nose while letting Jason do all the work.
"You feel so good," Jason whispered as fingers tweaked Jack's nipples and ran over the fine hairs of his chest. "So damn good."
Jack moaned in response as he widened the spread of his knees, opening himself further but his body needed more. Jason obliged. Their 'wave' rocked harder, their hips moving apart slightly as Jason began to thrust. Jack gasped at the pleasure as his sweet spot was caressed more firmly.
"More," he whispered.
Jason bit at his ear while a hand slid down to take hold of his cock. "You haven't had any in a long time, Jack. Neither have I. We have to be careful."
"Fuck careful. I want you to fuck me."
"I am fucking you, babe. I am fucking you. Who said this was all?" With that rhetorical question, he stroked Jack's cock firmly as he pulled out of his body and thrust back inside.
Jack grabbed his arms and one hand slid over the hand that stroked his cock. "Yes, that's it. More."
"Demanding, aren't you?" Jason whispered behind his ear.
"You're damned right." To emphasize that, Jack abruptly leaned forward, bracing one hand against the wall while he 'guided' Jason's hand over his cock. "Now, Jace. Now," he groaned as he thrust backward.
Jason got the message as his body shuddered. "Your wish - my command," he murmured, then went for it, increasing speed and length of stroke while Jack's hand guided him to bringing him release. Soon, flesh slapped against flesh and Jack cried out harshly as he came long and hard. Jason couldn't hold back any longer, not after the tightened heat that surrounded his cock. He bit into Jack's shoulder as he quickened his pace, then came explosively.
They continued to move in their softly rocking dance until their dicks were spent and and their bodies were through quaking. When they were finally still, Jason realized his mouth was still attached to Jack's skin. He kissed and tongued the red mark, the mark he knew that made Jack his, though he felt just a little guilt. Janet would have kittens when she saw it, but Jason knew that Jack would take perverse delight in watching Janet's face grow from that 'deer-in-headlights' expression to her 'doctor's' scowl.
Jack turned his face toward him, suddenly worried about the two of them, their friendship. "You okay?"
"I'm fine. You?"
"Sticky, but fine. Very fine. More than fine. And...I think it's time for another shower."
"I think so."
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As they took pleasure in washing each other for the first time, each noticed a slight 'after sex' nervousness. Nothing was said, however, as they slowly cleaned and partially caressed. The normalcy of the act would show the other that there was nothing to worry about. Things were just fine. And they were.
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"You sleepy?" Jason asked as they dried each other off.
"Actually," Jack said, frowning. "I'm not. I usually am, but..."
"I bet you're hungry instead, right?" Jason said as he pressed his lips against the back of Jack's damp hair.
Jack turned, amazed. "How'd you know?"
"I know you, remember?"
Jack snorted. "I'm gonna have to learn how to surprise you again, I see."
"Oh, no worries on that, Jack. You do it all the time. You're the king of unpredictability. Damn annoying."
With pride and smugness, Jack's back straightened. "I am, aren't I?"
Jason only laughed. What the hell else was there to say?
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They were indeed hungry. Sausage, eggs, hash browns, toast...they filled up. While breakfast was made and then ate, they found themselves slipping back into their normal friendship, just as they had always been. The only difference now was a more intimate closeness, but that was all.
And something else. Each noticed throughout the rest of the day that the muscle tension that had been so noticeable in the other eased and relaxed, which in turn relaxed them further, glad that their friend, and now partner, was happy.
When they slipped into bed that night and made love, everything felt even better. Normal. At peace.
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A handsome face, filled with love and wistfulness, looked down at the two sleeping men. A hand reached out but when it came into contact with Jack's cheek, all that touched was soft, golden light. The light then caressed Jason's brow, then slowly withdrew.
It's about time, Daniel whispered.
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End