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Author: veiledndarkness
Title: Bobby's Method - Part 3
Word Count: 1300
Rating: R for violence and swearing and for a bit of hinted smut.
Summary: Alone with him.
Warnings: Usual disclaimer. Still not mine.
AU, in that Evelyn doesn't die. The story explains it, though I've altered the ages. The proper ages still stand (31 and 19) but this takes place a bit earlier. Jack is 16, so Bobby is 28.
Bobby's Method - Part 1
Bobby's Method - Part 2
*
When Jack awakes in the morning, he finds that Bobby is curled around him, holding onto him in a tight grip. Jack blinks slowly, shifting until he is facing Bobby, shivering a bit in the cool morning air. Bobby looks almost peaceful while he sleeps, the lines of his face relaxed, the angry energy that he seems to carry with him dimmed by his deep sleep.
Jack finds himself touching Bobby's cheek, running his fingers over the beginnings of stubble in some areas, his skin smooth in others. Jack leans in closer, braver now as Bobby sleeps on. He moves his fingers along his cheek, up across his forehead, then back down his other cheek, tracing his face, memorizing.
Bobby blinks, then opens his eyes, staring at Jack. His dark eyes seem softer in the morning light. Jack's cheeks turn a bit pink, embarrassed that he's been caught touching him.
"Jackie?" Bobby whispers, his voice thick with sleep. "You ok?"
Jack nods, his ears burning. "I'm fine," he murmurs, pulling back from him hurriedly.
Bobby keeps him from rolling away, his strong arms holding Jack in place. He shifts them, looking at him intensely, his eyes drawn to Jack's mouth. "Sleep good?" he asks, his voice husky.
Jack looks up at him, his hands shaking at his sides, desire coursing through him. Bobby presses down and Jack realizes just how evident his morning arousal must be through his thin jeans. He sucks in a startled breath when Bobby winks at him, his mouth curving in an amused smile. An almost squeak leaves him when he feels the pressure again, his body betraying him under Bobby's touch.
"Y-yeah," he mumbles. Bobby lifts away from him, adjusting himself as he stands. He moves towards the kitchen and digs through several boxes until he finds a coffeemaker. He begins to set it up while Jack all but runs to the bathroom, his groin aching heavily.
*
After Bobby has his second cup of coffee, he begins writing out everything he needs to do over the course of the next few days. Jack sips the orange juice that Bobby gives him, eyeing Bobby's coffee mug enviously. He hates it that people like Bobby and Evelyn still think of him as a child about certain things. He badly wants to take a sip of coffee, the orange juice doing nothing for him. At home, he lives on black coffee to keep him going in the mornings.
Bobby taps the pencil in an irregular beat, making a 'hmm' sound. Jack watches him, timing his move just right. Bobby runs a hand through his own messy hair and glances at Jack. "Make yourself something to eat," Bobby says to him. "I'm gonna shower, then we gotta get goin'. Lotsa shit to take care of today."
Jack nods silently, looking at the list. Once Bobby's gone from the room, Jack gulps down what's left in his mug, sighing happily as the black coffee hits his system. He searches for his pack of cigarettes and lights one on the balcony, shivering in the cold air. He can hear Bobby humming once more as he dresses. Jack closes his eyes, his mind supplying him with images of Bobby, wet and naked from the shower. He pushes the thoughts away hurriedly when he hears Bobby call his name to come inside.
*
Bobby brings Jack to the local high school and registers him to start the following week. Jack stares out the window morosely, seeing the kids walk past. He holds back a sigh when Bobby manages to charm the woman taking their information. She wants Jack's medical history and even Evelyn doesn't have all the complete information. Bobby lies so smoothly that Jack has to remind himself not to stare. The woman blushes and giggles a bit, believing every word that Bobby speaks.
Afterwards, with Jack's new schedule clutched in his hands, Bobby leads him back to the car. "You lie so easily," Jack murmurs, lighting up another cigarette. Bobby glances at him and lights one of his own, smirking slightly. "Years of practice," he says.
Jack huffs out a quiet laugh as they leave the parking lot and head over to the discount warehouses, needing to arrange for furniture. At first, Jack follows Bobby silently as always, letting him decide where they're going and what to buy. Finally, he gathers up his nerves and blurts out what he's been wondering. "Where'd you get the money for all this?"
Bobby turns and looks at him, a small smile on his lips. "Some from Ma, some saved up," he says. Jack raises an eyebrow, challenging him. Bobby touches Jack's cheek, his thumb moving over his jaw slowly. Jack fights the urge to moan, leaning into the touch despite himself. "Don't worry so much," Bobby whispers, seeing the disapproving looks from an older couple nearby.
Jack glares at them until they look away, murmuring to themselves. Bobby pulls away and tells Jack to pick out a couch. It takes him awhile, but he finally decides on one, ignoring Bobby's theatrical cry 'finally!' He's pleased with the couch, not answering Bobby when he asks why that one.
They finish off the day after making the delivery arrangements by stopping at the grocery store and picking up what they'll need. Evelyn has packed too much with them, as she's prone to doing. They have enough frozen, already prepared, home made meals to last several weeks. Jack's amused by Bobby's need to have several types of cereal, each more sugary than the last.
Once they go back to the apartment and put the groceries away, Jack flops down tiredly on the air mattress, kicking his shoes off lazily. Bobby does the same, groaning as he stretches, his back popping a bit. Jack rolls onto his side and curls up against Bobby, silently asking to be held. Bobby pulls the blanket over them, holding Jack close to his chest, knowing that he needs the comfort and more than willing to let him have that.
*
Over the course of two days, Bobby and Jack fill the apartment with furniture and things for the walls to take the echo out. The tension between them has not faded but Jack is more comfortable with the idea that he is alone with Bobby. He assures Evelyn every night on the phone that they're both eating and that Bobby is looking after him, keeping him safe.
Jack fidgets uncomfortably when Bobby takes the phone from him, and speaks to Evelyn, his voice a low rumble. He leaves the room and sits down on his new bed, rubbing his fingers over his jeans, staring out the window. They share the bedroom, more than enough space for both of them. Bobby hasn't said anything about Jack's inability to sleep alone, or about his intense need to have Bobby's arms wrapped around him all through the night. His bed is untouched still as every night he creeps into Bobby's, curling up against him.
He wrestles with his guilt, his desire for Bobby, and his relief at being able to have Bobby hold him all night long without worrying what Evelyn might say if she saw. He likes to think to himself that she wouldn't mind, that she would understand. He's far too afraid to tell her, too many what-if's haunting him, following him always.
Late at night, when Bobby is deeply asleep, Jack whispers soft prayers to himself, rubbing his fingers over Bobby's rosary, the one he brings with him when he leaves the apartment. At night, he leaves it by the bed, and Jack takes those moments, saying the prayers that he learned from Evelyn and Bobby. He prays that Bobby will make it home safe each night; that Evelyn will be safe as well.
Bobby moves closer to him, running his hand over Jack's hip, rubbing through the thin material of his shorts. "Go to sleep Jackie," he murmurs sleepily. "I'll still be here in the mornin'."
Jack clutches the rosary and leans back against Bobby's warm chest, a flicker of peace running through him.
*
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Title: Bobby's Method - Part 3
Word Count: 1300
Rating: R for violence and swearing and for a bit of hinted smut.
Summary: Alone with him.
Warnings: Usual disclaimer. Still not mine.
AU, in that Evelyn doesn't die. The story explains it, though I've altered the ages. The proper ages still stand (31 and 19) but this takes place a bit earlier. Jack is 16, so Bobby is 28.
Bobby's Method - Part 1
Bobby's Method - Part 2
*
When Jack awakes in the morning, he finds that Bobby is curled around him, holding onto him in a tight grip. Jack blinks slowly, shifting until he is facing Bobby, shivering a bit in the cool morning air. Bobby looks almost peaceful while he sleeps, the lines of his face relaxed, the angry energy that he seems to carry with him dimmed by his deep sleep.
Jack finds himself touching Bobby's cheek, running his fingers over the beginnings of stubble in some areas, his skin smooth in others. Jack leans in closer, braver now as Bobby sleeps on. He moves his fingers along his cheek, up across his forehead, then back down his other cheek, tracing his face, memorizing.
Bobby blinks, then opens his eyes, staring at Jack. His dark eyes seem softer in the morning light. Jack's cheeks turn a bit pink, embarrassed that he's been caught touching him.
"Jackie?" Bobby whispers, his voice thick with sleep. "You ok?"
Jack nods, his ears burning. "I'm fine," he murmurs, pulling back from him hurriedly.
Bobby keeps him from rolling away, his strong arms holding Jack in place. He shifts them, looking at him intensely, his eyes drawn to Jack's mouth. "Sleep good?" he asks, his voice husky.
Jack looks up at him, his hands shaking at his sides, desire coursing through him. Bobby presses down and Jack realizes just how evident his morning arousal must be through his thin jeans. He sucks in a startled breath when Bobby winks at him, his mouth curving in an amused smile. An almost squeak leaves him when he feels the pressure again, his body betraying him under Bobby's touch.
"Y-yeah," he mumbles. Bobby lifts away from him, adjusting himself as he stands. He moves towards the kitchen and digs through several boxes until he finds a coffeemaker. He begins to set it up while Jack all but runs to the bathroom, his groin aching heavily.
*
After Bobby has his second cup of coffee, he begins writing out everything he needs to do over the course of the next few days. Jack sips the orange juice that Bobby gives him, eyeing Bobby's coffee mug enviously. He hates it that people like Bobby and Evelyn still think of him as a child about certain things. He badly wants to take a sip of coffee, the orange juice doing nothing for him. At home, he lives on black coffee to keep him going in the mornings.
Bobby taps the pencil in an irregular beat, making a 'hmm' sound. Jack watches him, timing his move just right. Bobby runs a hand through his own messy hair and glances at Jack. "Make yourself something to eat," Bobby says to him. "I'm gonna shower, then we gotta get goin'. Lotsa shit to take care of today."
Jack nods silently, looking at the list. Once Bobby's gone from the room, Jack gulps down what's left in his mug, sighing happily as the black coffee hits his system. He searches for his pack of cigarettes and lights one on the balcony, shivering in the cold air. He can hear Bobby humming once more as he dresses. Jack closes his eyes, his mind supplying him with images of Bobby, wet and naked from the shower. He pushes the thoughts away hurriedly when he hears Bobby call his name to come inside.
*
Bobby brings Jack to the local high school and registers him to start the following week. Jack stares out the window morosely, seeing the kids walk past. He holds back a sigh when Bobby manages to charm the woman taking their information. She wants Jack's medical history and even Evelyn doesn't have all the complete information. Bobby lies so smoothly that Jack has to remind himself not to stare. The woman blushes and giggles a bit, believing every word that Bobby speaks.
Afterwards, with Jack's new schedule clutched in his hands, Bobby leads him back to the car. "You lie so easily," Jack murmurs, lighting up another cigarette. Bobby glances at him and lights one of his own, smirking slightly. "Years of practice," he says.
Jack huffs out a quiet laugh as they leave the parking lot and head over to the discount warehouses, needing to arrange for furniture. At first, Jack follows Bobby silently as always, letting him decide where they're going and what to buy. Finally, he gathers up his nerves and blurts out what he's been wondering. "Where'd you get the money for all this?"
Bobby turns and looks at him, a small smile on his lips. "Some from Ma, some saved up," he says. Jack raises an eyebrow, challenging him. Bobby touches Jack's cheek, his thumb moving over his jaw slowly. Jack fights the urge to moan, leaning into the touch despite himself. "Don't worry so much," Bobby whispers, seeing the disapproving looks from an older couple nearby.
Jack glares at them until they look away, murmuring to themselves. Bobby pulls away and tells Jack to pick out a couch. It takes him awhile, but he finally decides on one, ignoring Bobby's theatrical cry 'finally!' He's pleased with the couch, not answering Bobby when he asks why that one.
They finish off the day after making the delivery arrangements by stopping at the grocery store and picking up what they'll need. Evelyn has packed too much with them, as she's prone to doing. They have enough frozen, already prepared, home made meals to last several weeks. Jack's amused by Bobby's need to have several types of cereal, each more sugary than the last.
Once they go back to the apartment and put the groceries away, Jack flops down tiredly on the air mattress, kicking his shoes off lazily. Bobby does the same, groaning as he stretches, his back popping a bit. Jack rolls onto his side and curls up against Bobby, silently asking to be held. Bobby pulls the blanket over them, holding Jack close to his chest, knowing that he needs the comfort and more than willing to let him have that.
*
Over the course of two days, Bobby and Jack fill the apartment with furniture and things for the walls to take the echo out. The tension between them has not faded but Jack is more comfortable with the idea that he is alone with Bobby. He assures Evelyn every night on the phone that they're both eating and that Bobby is looking after him, keeping him safe.
Jack fidgets uncomfortably when Bobby takes the phone from him, and speaks to Evelyn, his voice a low rumble. He leaves the room and sits down on his new bed, rubbing his fingers over his jeans, staring out the window. They share the bedroom, more than enough space for both of them. Bobby hasn't said anything about Jack's inability to sleep alone, or about his intense need to have Bobby's arms wrapped around him all through the night. His bed is untouched still as every night he creeps into Bobby's, curling up against him.
He wrestles with his guilt, his desire for Bobby, and his relief at being able to have Bobby hold him all night long without worrying what Evelyn might say if she saw. He likes to think to himself that she wouldn't mind, that she would understand. He's far too afraid to tell her, too many what-if's haunting him, following him always.
Late at night, when Bobby is deeply asleep, Jack whispers soft prayers to himself, rubbing his fingers over Bobby's rosary, the one he brings with him when he leaves the apartment. At night, he leaves it by the bed, and Jack takes those moments, saying the prayers that he learned from Evelyn and Bobby. He prays that Bobby will make it home safe each night; that Evelyn will be safe as well.
Bobby moves closer to him, running his hand over Jack's hip, rubbing through the thin material of his shorts. "Go to sleep Jackie," he murmurs sleepily. "I'll still be here in the mornin'."
Jack clutches the rosary and leans back against Bobby's warm chest, a flicker of peace running through him.
*
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