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Author: veiledndarkness
Title: Never Too Old
Word Count: 620
Rating: PG
Summary: On a day of thanksgiving, Bobby's just thankful to have Jack.
Warnings: Usual disclaimer. They aren't mine, but I like to pretend they are.
I just wanted to say that you were right zoeingreece. Swings are the best!
x-posted
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Jack edged his way through the crowded kitchen, dodging small children, plates of food, and drinks in hands, breathing a sigh of relief when he reached the door. He leaned against it and closed his eyes. The bustle and noise of the crowd was overwhelming, the heat from the oven and the screaming of the kids. It was all too much.
"Finally," a voice growled lowly in his ear. A second later, Jack felt the door behind him give and he was falling backwards. He closed his eyes, anticipating the moment when he would hit the ground, only to be caught in someone's grip.
He cracked one eye open and smiled in relief as he stared up at Bobby. "Well hey," he said.
Bobby tilted him upright and leaned against the side of the house, shivering slightly in the brisk cold air. "You up for a walk?" he asked.
Jack nodded and followed Bobby down the driveway, leading out to the street. "Real nice of Ma to have half the neighborhood over for Thanksgiving," Bobby said after several silent moments.
"Guess she wanted to make sure that no one went hungry this year," Jack said. He watched Bobby's hand move beside him and on impulse grabbed it and twined their fingers together.
Bobby looked down in amusement, before shaking his head and walking just a bit closer to Jack. "Yeah, probably. You wanna go over to the park?" he asked.
Jack glanced over at Bobby, a puzzled grin on his face. "Sure, why though?" he asked.
"Why not?" Bobby said, a slight smirk on his face. Jack shrugged. They walked through the empty playground until they reached the swings.
Jack sat down on one and pushed off with his feet. Bobby sat down and smiled as Jack pumped higher, his eyes wide with excitement, a faint blush on his cheeks as he swung back and forth.
"C'mon Bobby. Don't be such a grown up," he called, his hair flopping over his face as the wind picked up.
Bobby pushed tentatively at the ground, his memory already kicking in as he pushed backwards and felt the wind rush at his face. He closed his eyes as memories of being a care-free child flooded him. Of being too young to know what money was about, to not know what being poor meant, of only caring about having fun every day.
Jack swung higher, letting out a whoop of joy when he felt the swing set shake from his efforts. "Isn't this great?" he yelled.
Bobby opened his eyes. The inky black sky was littered with small stars peeking through the clouds, the almost bare trees twitching in the wind. He sighed. God, he'd missed these days.
He kicked his legs back harder, reveling in the sound of Jack laughing as he jumped from his swing and crashed to the ground. "Let's see you beat that distance," he yelled, his cheeks flushed; his breathing heavy from exertion.
Bobby snorted. "Move outta the way amateur."
He waited till just the right second to jump, feeling the wind on his face as he landed, his knees protesting as he hit the ground. "Oof," he groaned.
"I'm too old for that shit," he growled. Jack laughed harder. "I beat you," he crowed victoriously.
"Only cause your legs are longer," he muttered before sitting up dizzily.
"That's no excuse," Jack said as he straddled Bobby's lap and kissed him firmly.
Bobby opened his mouth, his heart racing and dizzy from more than just the jump. Jack kissed, and nipped at his mouth, the wet heat distracting him from the cool air.
"Besides," Jack said, his mouth just barely touching Bobby's lips. "You're never too old to play on the swings."
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Title: Never Too Old
Word Count: 620
Rating: PG
Summary: On a day of thanksgiving, Bobby's just thankful to have Jack.
Warnings: Usual disclaimer. They aren't mine, but I like to pretend they are.
I just wanted to say that you were right zoeingreece. Swings are the best!
x-posted
*
Jack edged his way through the crowded kitchen, dodging small children, plates of food, and drinks in hands, breathing a sigh of relief when he reached the door. He leaned against it and closed his eyes. The bustle and noise of the crowd was overwhelming, the heat from the oven and the screaming of the kids. It was all too much.
"Finally," a voice growled lowly in his ear. A second later, Jack felt the door behind him give and he was falling backwards. He closed his eyes, anticipating the moment when he would hit the ground, only to be caught in someone's grip.
He cracked one eye open and smiled in relief as he stared up at Bobby. "Well hey," he said.
Bobby tilted him upright and leaned against the side of the house, shivering slightly in the brisk cold air. "You up for a walk?" he asked.
Jack nodded and followed Bobby down the driveway, leading out to the street. "Real nice of Ma to have half the neighborhood over for Thanksgiving," Bobby said after several silent moments.
"Guess she wanted to make sure that no one went hungry this year," Jack said. He watched Bobby's hand move beside him and on impulse grabbed it and twined their fingers together.
Bobby looked down in amusement, before shaking his head and walking just a bit closer to Jack. "Yeah, probably. You wanna go over to the park?" he asked.
Jack glanced over at Bobby, a puzzled grin on his face. "Sure, why though?" he asked.
"Why not?" Bobby said, a slight smirk on his face. Jack shrugged. They walked through the empty playground until they reached the swings.
Jack sat down on one and pushed off with his feet. Bobby sat down and smiled as Jack pumped higher, his eyes wide with excitement, a faint blush on his cheeks as he swung back and forth.
"C'mon Bobby. Don't be such a grown up," he called, his hair flopping over his face as the wind picked up.
Bobby pushed tentatively at the ground, his memory already kicking in as he pushed backwards and felt the wind rush at his face. He closed his eyes as memories of being a care-free child flooded him. Of being too young to know what money was about, to not know what being poor meant, of only caring about having fun every day.
Jack swung higher, letting out a whoop of joy when he felt the swing set shake from his efforts. "Isn't this great?" he yelled.
Bobby opened his eyes. The inky black sky was littered with small stars peeking through the clouds, the almost bare trees twitching in the wind. He sighed. God, he'd missed these days.
He kicked his legs back harder, reveling in the sound of Jack laughing as he jumped from his swing and crashed to the ground. "Let's see you beat that distance," he yelled, his cheeks flushed; his breathing heavy from exertion.
Bobby snorted. "Move outta the way amateur."
He waited till just the right second to jump, feeling the wind on his face as he landed, his knees protesting as he hit the ground. "Oof," he groaned.
"I'm too old for that shit," he growled. Jack laughed harder. "I beat you," he crowed victoriously.
"Only cause your legs are longer," he muttered before sitting up dizzily.
"That's no excuse," Jack said as he straddled Bobby's lap and kissed him firmly.
Bobby opened his mouth, his heart racing and dizzy from more than just the jump. Jack kissed, and nipped at his mouth, the wet heat distracting him from the cool air.
"Besides," Jack said, his mouth just barely touching Bobby's lips. "You're never too old to play on the swings."
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