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Author: veiledndarkness
Title: Better Left Unsaid
Rating: PG
Prompt: 73 - Light
Pairing: Mildly implied Bobby/Jack
Summary: Bobby's got a secret, buried away in the garage.
Warnings: Not mine, no harm intended, no profit made.
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Jack reached deeper into the large cardboard box, frowning as he searched.
"What in the hell...?" he mumbled as he dug around, his fingers slipping over fabric.
He pulled his arm back, a look of disbelief on his young face.
"What..." Bobby's words faded as he walked into the garage, his eyes on the material.
Jack smirked slowly. "These yours?" he asked, waving his hand lazily.
Bobby scowled at him, yanking the dark tights from his hand. "Gimme that!"
"Go try 'em on, see if they still fit," Jack said between laughs, tears in his eyes.
"Oh, go fuck yourself," Bobby growled, the much hated tights balled up in his fist.
"Dark secrets come to light, huh?" Jack snickered. "C'mon, try 'em on."
"No way, not happenin'," Bobby grumbled, stuffing the fabric back in the box.
"Aww," Jack said, struggling to stifle his laughs. "Ballet tights, Bobby?"
"I swear to God, Jackie," Bobby said, reaching for him, his cheeks red.
Jack edged away from him. "I wanna see how flexible you still are," he said.
Bobby advanced towards Jack. "Flexible enough to kick your ass," he threatened.
Jack laughed and leaned against Bobby then. "Ooh, tough words," he teased gently.
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Title: Better Left Unsaid
Rating: PG
Prompt: 73 - Light
Pairing: Mildly implied Bobby/Jack
Summary: Bobby's got a secret, buried away in the garage.
Warnings: Not mine, no harm intended, no profit made.
*
Jack reached deeper into the large cardboard box, frowning as he searched.
"What in the hell...?" he mumbled as he dug around, his fingers slipping over fabric.
He pulled his arm back, a look of disbelief on his young face.
"What..." Bobby's words faded as he walked into the garage, his eyes on the material.
Jack smirked slowly. "These yours?" he asked, waving his hand lazily.
Bobby scowled at him, yanking the dark tights from his hand. "Gimme that!"
"Go try 'em on, see if they still fit," Jack said between laughs, tears in his eyes.
"Oh, go fuck yourself," Bobby growled, the much hated tights balled up in his fist.
"Dark secrets come to light, huh?" Jack snickered. "C'mon, try 'em on."
"No way, not happenin'," Bobby grumbled, stuffing the fabric back in the box.
"Aww," Jack said, struggling to stifle his laughs. "Ballet tights, Bobby?"
"I swear to God, Jackie," Bobby said, reaching for him, his cheeks red.
Jack edged away from him. "I wanna see how flexible you still are," he said.
Bobby advanced towards Jack. "Flexible enough to kick your ass," he threatened.
Jack laughed and leaned against Bobby then. "Ooh, tough words," he teased gently.
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