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Title: Jack's Way pt.2
Author: veiledndarkness
Rating: PG
Word Count: 559
Summary: Sequel to Jack's Way.
Warnings: usual disclaimer applied here. Oh and the song lyrics? Not mine either. Fluffish at best. See, the thing is I promised fluff to a certain someone from the other day. *cough* It's a few days late. Sorry.
surprisingly not cross-posted, though it will appear in Fanfiction.net
Jack's Way
Bobby kicked the door shut behind him irritably as the cold wind followed him indoors. His frown grew deeper as the catchy beat of a dance song floated down the stairs. A look of pure disgust crossed Bobby’s face. ‘Damn that fuckin’ little bitch,’ he swore fiercely under his breath.
He stomped over to the stairs and jogged up them, fully focused on the idea of throwing the stereo in Angel’s room right out the window if need be. Thinking of all the ways he could make his point, Bobby completely missed the fact that the music wasn’t coming from Angel’s room. He stood in front of the bedroom, one arm raised to hammer on the door when a slight movement of color caught his eye.
Bobby turned to the side as the color flashed, the song started again and his mouth dropped open in shock. He moved towards Jack’s bedroom, his footsteps uncertain, and his mind unable to process what he was seeing. The music seemed so much louder now, the beat thrumming in his ears.
He pushed the door open quietly, arms folded over his chest in deep amusement as he watched Jack dance to the song. Bobby felt his mouth dry as he watched Jack’s hips swivel and shake. Jack tilted his head slightly, eyes closed as he shimmied to the song, singing along softly.
“And I'm on tonight
You know my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel its right
All the attraction, the tension
Don't you see baby, this is perfection.”
Bobby smiled then. Dear God, Jack was listening...and, Bobby shuddered as his jeans felt tighter then, to Shakira. Before he was entirely sure what he was doing, Bobby closed the door behind him and walked quietly up behind Jack, his hands aching to grip onto Jack’s hips as they wiggled and turned to the beat.
He leaned forward and gripped Jack, tugging him close, pulling him flush against his body and moving with him. Jack squawked in surprise, his face immediately bright red in embarrassment. Bobby chuckled softly in his ear, filling in the next lines huskily.
“Hey Girl, I can see your body moving
And it's driving me crazy,
And I didn't have the slightest idea
Until I saw you dancing.”
“And when you walk up on the dance floor
Nobody cannot ignore the way you move your body, girl
And everything so unexpected - the way you right and left it
So you can keep on shaking it.”
Jack rolled his eyes even as he filled in the lines, his hips grinding and twisting slowly into Bobby, smiling as he heard Bobby’s sharp intake of breath when he wiggled more to the left.
Jack closed his eyes again while they danced together. Bobby was as flushed as Jack by the time the song ended. They stood still a moment before Bobby started laughing.
“Shakira hmm?” he asked.
Jack spun around and pressed himself firmly against Bobby. “Yeah, kinda catchy isn’t it?”
Bobby snorted. “Wait till Sofi finds out you stole her c.d.”
Jack shrugged carelessly. “I’ll just tell her you stole it. She hates you anyway.”
Bobby kissed the side of Jack’s neck. “Great, then she’ll think I like this kind of music.”
Jack smirked. “But you do Bobby,” he said.
Bobby smiled. “Only when you’re dancing to it, Jackie.”
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*surely I'm not the only person who finds the idea of Jack moving like Shakira absolutely hilarious*
Author: veiledndarkness
Rating: PG
Word Count: 559
Summary: Sequel to Jack's Way.
Warnings: usual disclaimer applied here. Oh and the song lyrics? Not mine either. Fluffish at best. See, the thing is I promised fluff to a certain someone from the other day. *cough* It's a few days late. Sorry.
surprisingly not cross-posted, though it will appear in Fanfiction.net
Jack's Way
Bobby kicked the door shut behind him irritably as the cold wind followed him indoors. His frown grew deeper as the catchy beat of a dance song floated down the stairs. A look of pure disgust crossed Bobby’s face. ‘Damn that fuckin’ little bitch,’ he swore fiercely under his breath.
He stomped over to the stairs and jogged up them, fully focused on the idea of throwing the stereo in Angel’s room right out the window if need be. Thinking of all the ways he could make his point, Bobby completely missed the fact that the music wasn’t coming from Angel’s room. He stood in front of the bedroom, one arm raised to hammer on the door when a slight movement of color caught his eye.
Bobby turned to the side as the color flashed, the song started again and his mouth dropped open in shock. He moved towards Jack’s bedroom, his footsteps uncertain, and his mind unable to process what he was seeing. The music seemed so much louder now, the beat thrumming in his ears.
He pushed the door open quietly, arms folded over his chest in deep amusement as he watched Jack dance to the song. Bobby felt his mouth dry as he watched Jack’s hips swivel and shake. Jack tilted his head slightly, eyes closed as he shimmied to the song, singing along softly.
“And I'm on tonight
You know my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel its right
All the attraction, the tension
Don't you see baby, this is perfection.”
Bobby smiled then. Dear God, Jack was listening...and, Bobby shuddered as his jeans felt tighter then, to Shakira. Before he was entirely sure what he was doing, Bobby closed the door behind him and walked quietly up behind Jack, his hands aching to grip onto Jack’s hips as they wiggled and turned to the beat.
He leaned forward and gripped Jack, tugging him close, pulling him flush against his body and moving with him. Jack squawked in surprise, his face immediately bright red in embarrassment. Bobby chuckled softly in his ear, filling in the next lines huskily.
“Hey Girl, I can see your body moving
And it's driving me crazy,
And I didn't have the slightest idea
Until I saw you dancing.”
“And when you walk up on the dance floor
Nobody cannot ignore the way you move your body, girl
And everything so unexpected - the way you right and left it
So you can keep on shaking it.”
Jack rolled his eyes even as he filled in the lines, his hips grinding and twisting slowly into Bobby, smiling as he heard Bobby’s sharp intake of breath when he wiggled more to the left.
Jack closed his eyes again while they danced together. Bobby was as flushed as Jack by the time the song ended. They stood still a moment before Bobby started laughing.
“Shakira hmm?” he asked.
Jack spun around and pressed himself firmly against Bobby. “Yeah, kinda catchy isn’t it?”
Bobby snorted. “Wait till Sofi finds out you stole her c.d.”
Jack shrugged carelessly. “I’ll just tell her you stole it. She hates you anyway.”
Bobby kissed the side of Jack’s neck. “Great, then she’ll think I like this kind of music.”
Jack smirked. “But you do Bobby,” he said.
Bobby smiled. “Only when you’re dancing to it, Jackie.”
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*surely I'm not the only person who finds the idea of Jack moving like Shakira absolutely hilarious*