FIC - "Same time, same place, tomorrow?" (1/1) - JANSIS
Title: “Same time, same place, tomorrow?” (1/1)
Author: wheelie47
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Van and Jake
Word count: 2,348
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT, Van and Jake. No offence intended.
Summary: Van and Jake cook breakfast together…
AN: Written for the anonymous prompt of cooking together; non-disasterous. - either pairing over at the nuke_anon:spring Nuke/Jansis Anon Comment!fic meme
Van felt a quick jab to the ribs from a hard elbow thrust backward, jolting him unceremoniously awake. “Van… you're snoring. Turnover!” the sleep laden voice groaned at him, sounding harsh through Van’s hung-over state.
“Huh... snoring… turnover. Right, I can do that,” Van croaked hoarsely, feeling like something had crawled into his mouth last night and died. Just how much did he have to drink?! And did he remember…? Before he could even finish that thought he was drifting back off to sleep, lips parted and breathing deeply.
“Van!” The voice sounded again; louder this time… more insistent.
“Right,” he mumbled and flung himself over onto his stomach; immediately regretting the sudden movement in his fragile state. Not only did it make the nausea rise up from his stomach, it also brought his nose in direct contact with a hard and muscled shoulder.
That shocked him awake more than the jab in the ribs or the deep voice moaning at him to stop snoring. It was that connection of nose against shoulder that brought it home to the blonde that he wasn’t alone in his bed.
Lifting his head and squinting, he stared into the back of a head full of dark luxuriant hair; the kind that you want to run your fingers through. He’d recognize that head anywhere; he’d acted opposite it for long enough after all. Three years of wanting… longing for them to end up in the same bed together, not as Luke and Noah but as Van and Jake.
Shit! Jake was in his bed! Van panicked.
Van didn’t need to lift the covers to know that he was naked. He swallowed hard, wondering if Jake was naked too.
After a muffled grunt, Jake didn’t stir further and Van could hear his breathing slowing into a deep rhythm.
A disjointed image flickered across the blonde’s minds eye.
Alcohol fuelled eager fingers; T-shirts were torn and shirt buttons scattered across the room.
A hot moist mouth covered his in a hungry desperate kiss; the spicy taste of Thai food, beer and just Jake danced across his taste buds.
“Are you sure?” Van asked breathlessly when they parted.
Jake had barely nodded before he was pulled back into another kiss; strong fingers grabbing his hair, pressing their lips firmly together.
Van groaned and thrust his head into the pillow. What if Jake regretted it? Sure, his handsome dark-haired ex-costar had said he’d wanted to last night. But what if, in the cold harsh light of the morning after, Jake didn’t think it was such a good idea anymore.
Van didn’t think he could handle that.
Suddenly the bed was too small for the two of them and the blonde eased himself backward and away from Jake, placing one bare foot after another onto the carpeted bedroom floor before padding silently into the bathroom.
Flicking on the light, Van took a step nearer the sink and peered, bleary eyed, at himself in the mirror.
His recently shortened hair was in disarray, sticking up every which way. His eyes were blood-shot and there were prominent dark circles under them.
“Fuck! Hansis… you look like shit,” he muttered; rubbing a palm over his stubbled jaw.
Van reached out and turned on the shower; deciding that it was better to hide out here in the bathroom for a little while longer rather than confront the reality of what had happened out there in the bedroom so soon.
Stepping under the shower head; he closed his eyes and let the soothing spray cascade down over him… succeeding for short moments to think of nothing else but how it felt on his skin.
With a sigh the blonde opened his eyes, ran his hands through his hair, and reached for the shower gel.
As Van lathered up his chest, fingers working through the water-matted chest hair and tracing the marks that Jake’s teeth and mouth had made on his skin in the throes of last night’s passion, another image from last night hit him.
Their sweat soaked bodies moved in erotic desperation against each other as Jake licked a strip up Van’s throat.
“Nggh…Jake… harder… deeper!” the blonde moaned lustfully as a sweat slicked leg slipped down from the broad muscled shoulder to curl around a slim hip, pulling the other man in deeper.
Jake grunted and thrust in harder, changing the angle to plough in deeper… hitting Van’s prostate again and again. “Never… felt… anything… so… good… so… tight,” the brunette panted in time with each roll and snap of his hips.
He leaned in and hungrily devoured Van’s lips.
The vivid memory had the blonde’s hand automatically snaking down his torso to his groin, long fingers curling around his cock. Van slowly began to work his fingers up and down his length, moaning at the sensation… imagining that it was Jake’s talented fingers on him.
His eyes snapped open and he sighed in explosive frustration. With a super-human effort, Van uncurled his fingers from his awakening cock… because jacking off to visions of Jake pounding into him last night really wasn’t going to help the situation now, was it?!
With another deep sigh, Van shut off the shower and stepped out of the cubicle before toweling himself dry. He looked around for his clothes; realizing too late that, in his rush to get out of the bedroom, he’d left them in the other room.
Reaching for another white fluffy towel, the blonde wrapped it around his slim waist, before opening the bathroom door. He couldn’t really stay in the bathroom all day. He needed to go out there and face Jake at some point. After all he’d turned 30 now… and men of 30 shouldn’t be hiding out in their own bathrooms.
The bathroom door swung open to reveal… nothing! The bed and the bedroom were empty. No sign of Jake.
Van was half-way to convincing himself that last night was a product of his overactive imagination; a case of wishful thinking. But looking closer, he could almost make out the outline of Jake’s long body on the sheet… not to mention the haphazardly discarded pile of the other man's clothes on the floor.
So, the handsome brunette was still in Van's apartment somewhere. Either that or Jake had so regretted last night that he'd fled the scene butt naked. Correct that, Van thought to himself with a smirk, as he noticed Jake’s boxer briefs were missing from the pile. Well… at least some of the man’s dignity and blushes would be saved if he had left!
“Get a grip of yourself, Hansis. This is no laughing matter!” he chastised himself, shaking his head.
Stopping to slip on low riding sleep pants, Van moved out of the bedroom and started down the hall.
He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring and his hung-over mind sitting up and paying attention to the welcoming aroma of brewing coffee wafting out of his kitchen.
As the blonde walked into the room, his step faltered at the sight that greeted him… Jake had his back to him and was moving around, opening and closing cupboards; looking for all the things he needed to make a start on cooking breakfast.
Van watched the tall brunette working in his kitchen; his eyes drawn to the tantalizing way Jake’s ass moved in his white boxer briefs. Tracing a path up the long expanse of muscled back, the blonde had to stifle a gasp at the trail of red marks over the other man’s skin. Had Van done that? He must have… but he couldn’t remember his fingers marking Jake’s skin.
On hearing the noise behind him, Jake turned to look in Van’s direction. His mouth dropped open on seeing the blonde, fresh from the shower and in his grey sleep pants. It was a look he definitely wanted to see more of… if Van would let him.
Jake’s eyes took in the expanse of the blonde’s chest; noting the marks he’d made there last night. He felt a certain regret at marking that perfect skin… but he didn’t regret what they had done. To him it had felt like the natural culmination of what had been building almost since the day they had met. He’d never been big on labels; straight, gay, bi… you were attracted to who you were attracted to. Period. And he’d been attracted to Van. Not just his looks but his personality… the whole package.
When deep blue met hazel, Jake could see the uncertainty there in the expressive orbs. And the irony wasn’t lost on him that Van… the fully fledged, card carrying gay guy was the one with the doubt, the hesitancy, etched across his handsome features.
Deciding to try and put the other man at ease, Jake broke eye contact and scanned around the kitchen for an idea. An idea to make it seem like it was still just them; just Van and Jake.
“That's quite an impressive rack you've got there, Hansis,” Jake said, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.
The statement threw Van. “What?!”
“I said,” Jake began again, more slowly this time. “That's an impressive rack you've got there!” His hand gestured toward the spice rack on Van’s countertop.
“Really?! That's all you’ve got to say!” Van's voice was high in disbelief. Jake wanted to talk about his spice rack at a time like this?! Why wasn’t Jake freaking out like he was?
“Uh-huh,” the brunette shrugged as he ran his fingers along the different jars of spice. “Let's see… you’ve got cinnamon, ginger, coriander, tarragon, rosemary, oregano and cumming,” Jake emphasized the last word.
“Cumming?! That's not how you pronounce it, Jake.” Van's eyebrows shot up.
“It's not?”
“No…it’s not, Jake,” Van’s voice dropped down an octave in an impression of Jake's deep voice.
“Really?” Jake smirked, unable to keep the chuckle from his own voice.
Van saw the other man’s eyes dancing with mirth and he immediately understood what Jake was trying to do. “Asshole!” He couldn’t help but smile back.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not how you pronounce it either, Van!” Jake did his best Van impression.
“Now, I don’t know about you but my head’s telling me I could really use some coffee,” Jake continued, holding up a mug questioningly to Van.
Van nodded gratefully and noticed for the first time just how wasted Jake looked… still hot as… but wasted nonetheless. At least Van wasn’t the only one.
Seeing that the blonde hadn’t moved, Jake poured the coffee and held it out to the man. Jake watched as Van gratefully accepted it and breathed in the rich aroma, cradling the mug in both hands before taking a long, deep drink.
“So, are you going to stand over there all day or are you going to help me with breakfast? This is your kitchen after all.”
Van took another deep gulp of the life restoring liquid before he replied with a smirk. “Glad you noticed!” Oh yeah, they were still them!
Surprisingly… considering that they were both half naked and after last night’s events… they soon slipped into an easy method of working around each other in the confines of Van’s kitchen.
The blonde was in charge of making pancakes while Jake had taken over the cooking of eggs and bacon. Maybe it was too much for just the two of them, especially with their hangovers. But once they’d started cooking they just couldn’t seem to stop.
When it was ready and everything had been plated up onto Van’s small breakfast table, they settled opposite each other.
Van reached to refill both their coffee mugs as they sat in silence. Now that the breakfast was prepared, they both seemed lost for words.
Unable to find the right words, Jake decided that action was the best way forward and he used the side of his fork to slice off a piece of pancake, popping it into his mouth.
“Mmmm, Van!” Jake mumbled around his mouthful.
Seeing that the other man hadn’t touched his breakfast yet, Jake loaded his fork with another piece and extended his hand toward Van’s mouth. “You have to taste this, it’s so good!”
The brunette was expecting Van to take the fork from his fingers. But instead Van leaned forward in his chair, long fingers covering his own and slipped his supple lips around the food, using his tongue to pull the pancake off the fork.
Jake could only watch on and swallowed hard as the blonde slowly chewed the food. His eyes spotted the merest smudge of syrup on those full lips and it took all of his willpower not to lean forward and lick it off.
Van mistook Jake’s silence for something else entirely and his earlier insecurities were back with full force. “Jake… about last night. You don’t have…”
It damn near broke Jake’s heart to see the usually gregarious Van like this and he wanted to reassure his… his… friend… lover… what? What exactly were they to each other now? He wasn't sure. But he was pretty certain that they could work it out along the way.
Jake held up his hand, cutting Van’s ramblings off. “Van… please… please… don’t think that I regret last night. Or that I didn’t want it to happen. I did. I have wanted it for the longest time now. In fact, I was kinda hoping that we could do this again.”
He gestured between the two of them, taking in the breakfast things. “Same time, same place, tomorrow?” he asked hopefully.
A wide smile lit up Van’s face, taking Jake's breath away.
Without another word, the blonde leaned forward and captured Jake's mouth with his.
As their kiss deepened and tongues darted forward in-between willingly parted lips, Van found that his last thought before he sunk into the delectable oblivion of Jake’s kiss was that he was eagerly looking forward to endless nights and countless days like this as they worked out… together… just where this new relationship between the two of them would lead.
The End.
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Author: wheelie47
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Van and Jake
Word count: 2,348
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT, Van and Jake. No offence intended.
Summary: Van and Jake cook breakfast together…
AN: Written for the anonymous prompt of cooking together; non-disasterous. - either pairing over at the nuke_anon:spring Nuke/Jansis Anon Comment!fic meme
Van felt a quick jab to the ribs from a hard elbow thrust backward, jolting him unceremoniously awake. “Van… you're snoring. Turnover!” the sleep laden voice groaned at him, sounding harsh through Van’s hung-over state.
“Huh... snoring… turnover. Right, I can do that,” Van croaked hoarsely, feeling like something had crawled into his mouth last night and died. Just how much did he have to drink?! And did he remember…? Before he could even finish that thought he was drifting back off to sleep, lips parted and breathing deeply.
“Van!” The voice sounded again; louder this time… more insistent.
“Right,” he mumbled and flung himself over onto his stomach; immediately regretting the sudden movement in his fragile state. Not only did it make the nausea rise up from his stomach, it also brought his nose in direct contact with a hard and muscled shoulder.
That shocked him awake more than the jab in the ribs or the deep voice moaning at him to stop snoring. It was that connection of nose against shoulder that brought it home to the blonde that he wasn’t alone in his bed.
Lifting his head and squinting, he stared into the back of a head full of dark luxuriant hair; the kind that you want to run your fingers through. He’d recognize that head anywhere; he’d acted opposite it for long enough after all. Three years of wanting… longing for them to end up in the same bed together, not as Luke and Noah but as Van and Jake.
Shit! Jake was in his bed! Van panicked.
Van didn’t need to lift the covers to know that he was naked. He swallowed hard, wondering if Jake was naked too.
After a muffled grunt, Jake didn’t stir further and Van could hear his breathing slowing into a deep rhythm.
A disjointed image flickered across the blonde’s minds eye.
Alcohol fuelled eager fingers; T-shirts were torn and shirt buttons scattered across the room.
A hot moist mouth covered his in a hungry desperate kiss; the spicy taste of Thai food, beer and just Jake danced across his taste buds.
“Are you sure?” Van asked breathlessly when they parted.
Jake had barely nodded before he was pulled back into another kiss; strong fingers grabbing his hair, pressing their lips firmly together.
Van groaned and thrust his head into the pillow. What if Jake regretted it? Sure, his handsome dark-haired ex-costar had said he’d wanted to last night. But what if, in the cold harsh light of the morning after, Jake didn’t think it was such a good idea anymore.
Van didn’t think he could handle that.
Suddenly the bed was too small for the two of them and the blonde eased himself backward and away from Jake, placing one bare foot after another onto the carpeted bedroom floor before padding silently into the bathroom.
Flicking on the light, Van took a step nearer the sink and peered, bleary eyed, at himself in the mirror.
His recently shortened hair was in disarray, sticking up every which way. His eyes were blood-shot and there were prominent dark circles under them.
“Fuck! Hansis… you look like shit,” he muttered; rubbing a palm over his stubbled jaw.
Van reached out and turned on the shower; deciding that it was better to hide out here in the bathroom for a little while longer rather than confront the reality of what had happened out there in the bedroom so soon.
Stepping under the shower head; he closed his eyes and let the soothing spray cascade down over him… succeeding for short moments to think of nothing else but how it felt on his skin.
With a sigh the blonde opened his eyes, ran his hands through his hair, and reached for the shower gel.
As Van lathered up his chest, fingers working through the water-matted chest hair and tracing the marks that Jake’s teeth and mouth had made on his skin in the throes of last night’s passion, another image from last night hit him.
Their sweat soaked bodies moved in erotic desperation against each other as Jake licked a strip up Van’s throat.
“Nggh…Jake… harder… deeper!” the blonde moaned lustfully as a sweat slicked leg slipped down from the broad muscled shoulder to curl around a slim hip, pulling the other man in deeper.
Jake grunted and thrust in harder, changing the angle to plough in deeper… hitting Van’s prostate again and again. “Never… felt… anything… so… good… so… tight,” the brunette panted in time with each roll and snap of his hips.
He leaned in and hungrily devoured Van’s lips.
The vivid memory had the blonde’s hand automatically snaking down his torso to his groin, long fingers curling around his cock. Van slowly began to work his fingers up and down his length, moaning at the sensation… imagining that it was Jake’s talented fingers on him.
His eyes snapped open and he sighed in explosive frustration. With a super-human effort, Van uncurled his fingers from his awakening cock… because jacking off to visions of Jake pounding into him last night really wasn’t going to help the situation now, was it?!
With another deep sigh, Van shut off the shower and stepped out of the cubicle before toweling himself dry. He looked around for his clothes; realizing too late that, in his rush to get out of the bedroom, he’d left them in the other room.
Reaching for another white fluffy towel, the blonde wrapped it around his slim waist, before opening the bathroom door. He couldn’t really stay in the bathroom all day. He needed to go out there and face Jake at some point. After all he’d turned 30 now… and men of 30 shouldn’t be hiding out in their own bathrooms.
The bathroom door swung open to reveal… nothing! The bed and the bedroom were empty. No sign of Jake.
Van was half-way to convincing himself that last night was a product of his overactive imagination; a case of wishful thinking. But looking closer, he could almost make out the outline of Jake’s long body on the sheet… not to mention the haphazardly discarded pile of the other man's clothes on the floor.
So, the handsome brunette was still in Van's apartment somewhere. Either that or Jake had so regretted last night that he'd fled the scene butt naked. Correct that, Van thought to himself with a smirk, as he noticed Jake’s boxer briefs were missing from the pile. Well… at least some of the man’s dignity and blushes would be saved if he had left!
“Get a grip of yourself, Hansis. This is no laughing matter!” he chastised himself, shaking his head.
Stopping to slip on low riding sleep pants, Van moved out of the bedroom and started down the hall.
He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring and his hung-over mind sitting up and paying attention to the welcoming aroma of brewing coffee wafting out of his kitchen.
As the blonde walked into the room, his step faltered at the sight that greeted him… Jake had his back to him and was moving around, opening and closing cupboards; looking for all the things he needed to make a start on cooking breakfast.
Van watched the tall brunette working in his kitchen; his eyes drawn to the tantalizing way Jake’s ass moved in his white boxer briefs. Tracing a path up the long expanse of muscled back, the blonde had to stifle a gasp at the trail of red marks over the other man’s skin. Had Van done that? He must have… but he couldn’t remember his fingers marking Jake’s skin.
On hearing the noise behind him, Jake turned to look in Van’s direction. His mouth dropped open on seeing the blonde, fresh from the shower and in his grey sleep pants. It was a look he definitely wanted to see more of… if Van would let him.
Jake’s eyes took in the expanse of the blonde’s chest; noting the marks he’d made there last night. He felt a certain regret at marking that perfect skin… but he didn’t regret what they had done. To him it had felt like the natural culmination of what had been building almost since the day they had met. He’d never been big on labels; straight, gay, bi… you were attracted to who you were attracted to. Period. And he’d been attracted to Van. Not just his looks but his personality… the whole package.
When deep blue met hazel, Jake could see the uncertainty there in the expressive orbs. And the irony wasn’t lost on him that Van… the fully fledged, card carrying gay guy was the one with the doubt, the hesitancy, etched across his handsome features.
Deciding to try and put the other man at ease, Jake broke eye contact and scanned around the kitchen for an idea. An idea to make it seem like it was still just them; just Van and Jake.
“That's quite an impressive rack you've got there, Hansis,” Jake said, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.
The statement threw Van. “What?!”
“I said,” Jake began again, more slowly this time. “That's an impressive rack you've got there!” His hand gestured toward the spice rack on Van’s countertop.
“Really?! That's all you’ve got to say!” Van's voice was high in disbelief. Jake wanted to talk about his spice rack at a time like this?! Why wasn’t Jake freaking out like he was?
“Uh-huh,” the brunette shrugged as he ran his fingers along the different jars of spice. “Let's see… you’ve got cinnamon, ginger, coriander, tarragon, rosemary, oregano and cumming,” Jake emphasized the last word.
“Cumming?! That's not how you pronounce it, Jake.” Van's eyebrows shot up.
“It's not?”
“No…it’s not, Jake,” Van’s voice dropped down an octave in an impression of Jake's deep voice.
“Really?” Jake smirked, unable to keep the chuckle from his own voice.
Van saw the other man’s eyes dancing with mirth and he immediately understood what Jake was trying to do. “Asshole!” He couldn’t help but smile back.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not how you pronounce it either, Van!” Jake did his best Van impression.
“Now, I don’t know about you but my head’s telling me I could really use some coffee,” Jake continued, holding up a mug questioningly to Van.
Van nodded gratefully and noticed for the first time just how wasted Jake looked… still hot as… but wasted nonetheless. At least Van wasn’t the only one.
Seeing that the blonde hadn’t moved, Jake poured the coffee and held it out to the man. Jake watched as Van gratefully accepted it and breathed in the rich aroma, cradling the mug in both hands before taking a long, deep drink.
“So, are you going to stand over there all day or are you going to help me with breakfast? This is your kitchen after all.”
Van took another deep gulp of the life restoring liquid before he replied with a smirk. “Glad you noticed!” Oh yeah, they were still them!
Surprisingly… considering that they were both half naked and after last night’s events… they soon slipped into an easy method of working around each other in the confines of Van’s kitchen.
The blonde was in charge of making pancakes while Jake had taken over the cooking of eggs and bacon. Maybe it was too much for just the two of them, especially with their hangovers. But once they’d started cooking they just couldn’t seem to stop.
When it was ready and everything had been plated up onto Van’s small breakfast table, they settled opposite each other.
Van reached to refill both their coffee mugs as they sat in silence. Now that the breakfast was prepared, they both seemed lost for words.
Unable to find the right words, Jake decided that action was the best way forward and he used the side of his fork to slice off a piece of pancake, popping it into his mouth.
“Mmmm, Van!” Jake mumbled around his mouthful.
Seeing that the other man hadn’t touched his breakfast yet, Jake loaded his fork with another piece and extended his hand toward Van’s mouth. “You have to taste this, it’s so good!”
The brunette was expecting Van to take the fork from his fingers. But instead Van leaned forward in his chair, long fingers covering his own and slipped his supple lips around the food, using his tongue to pull the pancake off the fork.
Jake could only watch on and swallowed hard as the blonde slowly chewed the food. His eyes spotted the merest smudge of syrup on those full lips and it took all of his willpower not to lean forward and lick it off.
Van mistook Jake’s silence for something else entirely and his earlier insecurities were back with full force. “Jake… about last night. You don’t have…”
It damn near broke Jake’s heart to see the usually gregarious Van like this and he wanted to reassure his… his… friend… lover… what? What exactly were they to each other now? He wasn't sure. But he was pretty certain that they could work it out along the way.
Jake held up his hand, cutting Van’s ramblings off. “Van… please… please… don’t think that I regret last night. Or that I didn’t want it to happen. I did. I have wanted it for the longest time now. In fact, I was kinda hoping that we could do this again.”
He gestured between the two of them, taking in the breakfast things. “Same time, same place, tomorrow?” he asked hopefully.
A wide smile lit up Van’s face, taking Jake's breath away.
Without another word, the blonde leaned forward and captured Jake's mouth with his.
As their kiss deepened and tongues darted forward in-between willingly parted lips, Van found that his last thought before he sunk into the delectable oblivion of Jake’s kiss was that he was eagerly looking forward to endless nights and countless days like this as they worked out… together… just where this new relationship between the two of them would lead.
The End.
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