Fic: Flash Burn
Title: Flash Burn
Pairing: Van/Jake
Rating: PG
Word Count: 700
Warnings: baby!angst, RPS
Disclaimer: Everything you are about to read is not real. Fiction, kids. Which means I'm just one big liar. So no offense meant and ohmygod don't sue, plz! I kinda like my things and want to keep them, thanks.
Summary: Jake gets sunburned but ends up with a different kind of heat.
Notes: I was stuck on some Big Bang flow so I asked carolinablu85 to give me a short prompt to get the juices going. She gave me Jake gets sunburned and this is what came out. Basically it's fun to blame Ella for the Jansis at the comm this weekend.
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Jake cringed as he massaged the aloe into his still damp skin. Getting in a day early to unwind on the beach before the Stuffer screening had seemed like an excellent idea. The beaches out here were so different than back home. Soft sand free of rocks and shells pillowing under the soles of his feet. The thick salt air combing though his hair, the heat from the sun warming his whole body as he had fallen asleep on his beach towel. It was easy to melt away into the picturesque scene of the Los Angles coastline.
And being jet lagged hadn't helped.
Waking up two hours later, without sunscreen, hadn’t seemed so bad at first. It wasn’t until he had gotten back to the hotel and into the harsh fluorescent lighting that he started to notice the red blooming over his pale skin. Everything was getting hot and his skin was tightening and now he was going to have to face Van for the first time in six months looking like a lobster.
Perfect. Fucking perfect, he thought.
Six months of not talking since their stupid fight over nothing, over everything. One short text letting Van know he was coming into town lent way to somehow inviting him to the screening and, more surprisingly, Van accepting.
Jake buttoned up his shirt gingerly and gently got his arms into his sport coat. The red was flushing his cheeks and his neck was a slight shade of a summer tomato but at least most of him was covered. One last look in the mirror and a small shake of his head. You’re an idiot, Silbermann.
There was a pre-screening cocktail hour and the minute Jake walked in he saw the back of Van’s head. He had let his hair grow but he knew it was him. Knew his stance, the way his hips sometimes jutted out, how the arc of his spine held his back at this angle that made Jake want to trail his fingers down the knots of it until he got to that perfect curve at the end. Van turned then and smiled and all the confusion and anger and bitterness of the past months burned into his throat, dying with one gulp of nervous energy.
He smiled back and walked over.
“Hey you,” Van said softly, hair hanging in front of his eyes that Jake had to clench his fingers into fists to keep from brushing away. Van hesitated then awkwardly put his arms up and started in for a hug.
Jake reached out and stepped closer, arms snaking in as he let Van’s body invade his space. The roughness of Van’s jaw line scraped against Jake’s cheek as he pulled against the small of Van’s back to bring him in tighter. Letting them line up as they always had. Jake flinched as Van’s chest hit his, the rawness of his flesh from the burn protesting against the weight of someone so close. Van pulled away quickly looking confused and a little hurt.
And being Van started to fill the moment with rambling to move past all the unanswered energy that hangs whenever they are in the same room, let alone whenever they let their skin touch. Jake could hear all these stupid words in his head as Van tried covering up what had just happened. All he could do was stand there screaming in his mind what a fucking jackass they both were and that he wanted to take him back to the hotel and stop talking.
Forever.
Instead he interrupted Van and brushed his hand against his, quietly whispering that he’s sunburned and it hurts still. He smiled and laughed at how ridiculous that sounded out loud but Van let out a sigh. He started laughing and calling him names and before Jake could say all the things he wanted he was being pulled away to talk to some local reporter.
He was hot and his skin was burning. Everything underneath his clothes felt on fire, boiling his blood to the point his temples had started to sweat.
Only this time he knows it’s not his sunburn that is warming his outside, or his insides.
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Pairing: Van/Jake
Rating: PG
Word Count: 700
Warnings: baby!angst, RPS
Disclaimer: Everything you are about to read is not real. Fiction, kids. Which means I'm just one big liar. So no offense meant and ohmygod don't sue, plz! I kinda like my things and want to keep them, thanks.
Summary: Jake gets sunburned but ends up with a different kind of heat.
Notes: I was stuck on some Big Bang flow so I asked carolinablu85 to give me a short prompt to get the juices going. She gave me Jake gets sunburned and this is what came out. Basically it's fun to blame Ella for the Jansis at the comm this weekend.
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Jake cringed as he massaged the aloe into his still damp skin. Getting in a day early to unwind on the beach before the Stuffer screening had seemed like an excellent idea. The beaches out here were so different than back home. Soft sand free of rocks and shells pillowing under the soles of his feet. The thick salt air combing though his hair, the heat from the sun warming his whole body as he had fallen asleep on his beach towel. It was easy to melt away into the picturesque scene of the Los Angles coastline.
And being jet lagged hadn't helped.
Waking up two hours later, without sunscreen, hadn’t seemed so bad at first. It wasn’t until he had gotten back to the hotel and into the harsh fluorescent lighting that he started to notice the red blooming over his pale skin. Everything was getting hot and his skin was tightening and now he was going to have to face Van for the first time in six months looking like a lobster.
Perfect. Fucking perfect, he thought.
Six months of not talking since their stupid fight over nothing, over everything. One short text letting Van know he was coming into town lent way to somehow inviting him to the screening and, more surprisingly, Van accepting.
Jake buttoned up his shirt gingerly and gently got his arms into his sport coat. The red was flushing his cheeks and his neck was a slight shade of a summer tomato but at least most of him was covered. One last look in the mirror and a small shake of his head. You’re an idiot, Silbermann.
There was a pre-screening cocktail hour and the minute Jake walked in he saw the back of Van’s head. He had let his hair grow but he knew it was him. Knew his stance, the way his hips sometimes jutted out, how the arc of his spine held his back at this angle that made Jake want to trail his fingers down the knots of it until he got to that perfect curve at the end. Van turned then and smiled and all the confusion and anger and bitterness of the past months burned into his throat, dying with one gulp of nervous energy.
He smiled back and walked over.
“Hey you,” Van said softly, hair hanging in front of his eyes that Jake had to clench his fingers into fists to keep from brushing away. Van hesitated then awkwardly put his arms up and started in for a hug.
Jake reached out and stepped closer, arms snaking in as he let Van’s body invade his space. The roughness of Van’s jaw line scraped against Jake’s cheek as he pulled against the small of Van’s back to bring him in tighter. Letting them line up as they always had. Jake flinched as Van’s chest hit his, the rawness of his flesh from the burn protesting against the weight of someone so close. Van pulled away quickly looking confused and a little hurt.
And being Van started to fill the moment with rambling to move past all the unanswered energy that hangs whenever they are in the same room, let alone whenever they let their skin touch. Jake could hear all these stupid words in his head as Van tried covering up what had just happened. All he could do was stand there screaming in his mind what a fucking jackass they both were and that he wanted to take him back to the hotel and stop talking.
Forever.
Instead he interrupted Van and brushed his hand against his, quietly whispering that he’s sunburned and it hurts still. He smiled and laughed at how ridiculous that sounded out loud but Van let out a sigh. He started laughing and calling him names and before Jake could say all the things he wanted he was being pulled away to talk to some local reporter.
He was hot and his skin was burning. Everything underneath his clothes felt on fire, boiling his blood to the point his temples had started to sweat.
Only this time he knows it’s not his sunburn that is warming his outside, or his insides.
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