not-quite-love notes (closed to Derek) [NWS]

[not_johnconnor]

When John awoke on Sunday, Derek was already gone. Probably to work out. John snickered at the idea of how sore Derek would be when he got back; how much he could tease him. So, he was moving slowly for a while, reading a little, making the bed, doing a few other things before he finally showered and pulled on his jeans and a t-shirt and

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[soldier_reese]

He's freshly showered, still fucking sore but feeling energetic. Oxymoron if you ask him. Anyway.

Pulling on a pair of jeans he noticed a piece of paper sticking out from the pocket. Derek pulled it out and opened it and what was in it was something not quite what he expected.

A quick glance as he pulled his arms away to look at it from afar told him what he needed to know.

The note was done in morse code and it said: 'Thinking of you too.'

This called for a reply. Later.

~*~

And later came in the form of John leaving for work, Derek still asleep. He had shoved the torn piece of paper in John's jean pocket before he turned in coming home early in the morning from work.

The page was the illustration of parts from a manual on how to use Plasma guns. Something not yet present where they came from in 2007. At the very corner of the page, Derek put the same braille in raised dots.

[not_johnconnor]

At work on Monday, John had the page spread out on his work table and he glanced at it as he worked. Plasma guns. He ran his fingers over the dots every few minutes; for some reason, he kept smiling.

On his lunch hour, he'd dashed home, a photocopy of a cartoon folded in his hand and slipped under their room door, before he ran back to work before Derek could catch him. At the bottom was the same series of dots and dashes that had been on the note he'd left his uncle before.

[soldier_reese]

While lying on the bed, Derek stared at the cartoon, the expression on his face alternating being amused to scowling. It was funny. But what in the hell was John trying to say, huh? He wasn't a lazy bum.

The brat will get his later. Derek promised this.

The next morning, Derek was awake early and had already had his jog. He gets back to their room and peers at John who was still sleeping.

As stealthy as he could he slipped another piece of paper deep in John's jean pocket. The backside this time. The page was torn out of a magazine, scribbled with a note. The dots were there again but this time so was the morse code.

[not_johnconnor]

John didn't find it until he was at work again. Man, it made him hungry and he had to laugh, quietly, so as not to bother Tosh. He could totally bring home burgers and fries for dinner. It was Derek's night off and they could eat and watch a movie, maybe. The weather was kind of crazy to be outside, hot one day, storming. Life in Haurvatat.

On his messenger, he sent Derek a picture and nothing more. What was burgers and fries without a sundae?

And whipped cream.

Smiling, he went back to work, letting his fingers run over the braille every few minutes.

[soldier_reese]

Derek punched a few keys on the message gadget and then hit sent before plopping back on the bed, sprawled on his back as he groaned.

The message read:
GET EXTRA WHIPPED CREAM

They'll need it.

~*~

It was another few days when Derek this time torn out of a magazine. It was a picture of a bed. There was no note but on what would be John's side of the bed if the picture was of their bed, of course, was the raised series of dots. And on what would be Derek's side? The morse code.

[not_johnconnor]

Good thing nobody's looking at John because he's grinning like a dork. At his lunch hour he went to the library, again braving the weather to find what he was looking for.

A photocopied picture of Japanese calligraphy this time. Make Derek work a little. There were other things beside Braille and morse code.

True Love.

[soldier_reese]

It took a visit to the library, yes. Did it before he went to the gym and good thing too because it really lifted Derek's spirits up no matter what the strenuous torture exercise Stildyne threw Derek's way.

On the way back he passed by a small shop that sold knick-knacks (Where the shop came from, Derek didn't know, not remembering it being there in the first place), buying something there.

That night, he tied the Chinese charm around John's belt loop before they both turned in for bed.

[not_johnconnor]

John keeps touching it. Of course, every time he shifted, he was reminded of what they did in bed after they'd turned in. How Derek had laid him out, had him making embarrassing noises.

Endless love, permanence.

He kept smiling.

~~~

When Derek went to the gym the next day, inside his jacket pocket was a smooth black and white marble.

[soldier_reese]

Each day since Derek had received the yin-yang marble, he had kept it in his pocket, finding that he now and again shoved his hand inside just to touch it, feel how smooth and round it was. And each time he did it, whether it was at work or at home, he was reminded of John, or course. If they were yin and yang, then they had unity in duality. Which, to Derek, was absolutely true.

No notes this time. Only this card.

What? It was funny! And at the same time, it told John that Derek trusted him, no matter the worry he carried for John.

[not_johnconnor]

A boot necklace. John laughed about that for days, at random times; when he thought about it, he laughed.

He didn't know why exactly that he went back to the library, went back to the photocopier, but the poem was cool. Not all soppy and stuff, but cool.

Simple. It kicked ass.

[soldier_reese]

Well, fuck. That was nice. Really nice. Derek kinda liked that poem only it sort of evoked images of the dirty kind.

He couldn't seem to keep his mind off John with unkempt hair and how it got that way.

So, in light of that message, Derek had slipped a blank envelope right beside John's pillow for when he woke up in the morning with Derek fast asleep after coming home in tne wee hours.

Inside the envelope was a coupon.

[not_johnconnor]

Woah.

Woah.

John looked at that coupon, then put it away, not even daring to peek at it when he was at work, but when he got home...

He pulled it out, slapping it on the table by where Derek was having a bowl of cereal. Then he slapped down another piece of paper and went to take a shower.

The paper had one word in morse code: you.

[soldier_reese]

Derek canted his head to the side, looking at the coupon and then the paper and then the doorway to the bedroom. Then he finished his cereal, cleaned up after himself and then he headed to the room, shutting the door and then quickly got out of his clothes. He was in bed and under the covers. Waiting. Naked.

[not_johnconnor]

When John came out of the bathroom, he still had a towel around his waist and another over his hair as he roughed it dry. Of course, he stopped cold when he saw what was waiting for him. "God," he whispered out. And he dropped one towel, then the other towel and approached the bed slowly, climbing onto it. He didn't dare speak any more for fear of ruining the mood, instead, kissing Derek, hard.

[soldier_reese]

Derek kissed John just as hard, groaninginto the kiss, hands grabbing on to John's hips. There was only the thin sheet between them but there might as well be nothing the way Derek could feel each angle and line of John's body.

Derek didn't talk, only kept kissing with his lips now sliding down John's throat.

[not_johnconnor]

John could feel the heat, too, of Derek's body, even as one hand pushed the sheet out of the way and he could lie down on him, warm skin against warm skin. He gasped a little, hard cock, against Derek's hip, even as he kissed him again. And again.