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There's nothing unusual.
Just Jack, in bed.
The sound of Parker breathing in the darkness, next to him. The feel of sheets against his back. Sweat prickling on his skin. On his upper lip, on his tongue. The faint scent of cigarettes and alcohol. Of the pasta they shared for supper.
He rolls over to see if Parker will hold him, and smiles when a sleepy arm snakes out around him. It had been a good night. Peaceful, in a strange way. Maybe it was the cool breeze blowing through the window. The silly smile Jack keeps getting when he thinks about his new job. The tequila he tried for the first time, later, laughing against Parker's skin.
Nothing unusual.
And then it's there.
A cradling voice in Jack's eyes, smells like winter tastes like dreams, feels like home.
I'm back, Jackie boy.
Jack smiles into the dark, curls closer to Parker, and sleeps. All is well.
Just Jack, in bed.
The sound of Parker breathing in the darkness, next to him. The feel of sheets against his back. Sweat prickling on his skin. On his upper lip, on his tongue. The faint scent of cigarettes and alcohol. Of the pasta they shared for supper.
He rolls over to see if Parker will hold him, and smiles when a sleepy arm snakes out around him. It had been a good night. Peaceful, in a strange way. Maybe it was the cool breeze blowing through the window. The silly smile Jack keeps getting when he thinks about his new job. The tequila he tried for the first time, later, laughing against Parker's skin.
Nothing unusual.
And then it's there.
A cradling voice in Jack's eyes, smells like winter tastes like dreams, feels like home.
I'm back, Jackie boy.
Jack smiles into the dark, curls closer to Parker, and sleeps. All is well.