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freakykatTitle: point of no return
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Rating: PG-13
Characters: Van/Jake
Word Count: 885
Disclaimer: Not real. Not even a little bit.
Summary: Everything is new. Nothing is really different.
Author’s Notes: This was lying around for a long time. Found it cleaning out some files. So using it for 25 moments table: prompt 10. Moment of Clarity. No beta. All mistakes mine. Sorry in advance.
point of no return
Van shouldered his bag, shifting the weight forward to balance his steps going up the stairs. He stepped into the hallway, dancing a little in place and breathing in deep.
Traveling was never his favorite pastime even if he’d loved every minute of the play and his time in the Berkshire’s. He’d missed his little apartment, his cats, his Jake. Van rolled his eyes because – really – that was ridiculously mushy even for him. He wasn’t sure he wanted to think about how much he’d missed Jake or how happy Jake’s two visits had made him.
Digging in his coat pocket, he pulled out the key, sliding it in the lock, opening the door quietly. He grinned as the sound of Jake’s voice drifted from the bedroom. He set his bag down, walking carefully across the wood floor, into the hall, leaning against the doorframe to watch his boyfriend. He ignored the quick shot of thrill that thought gave him.
Jake was making Van’s bed -- the one he’d obviously slept in the night before -- while holding a conversation with Annabelle.
“Okay, we had a deal here, Belle. I’ll feed you faster if you get off the bed and let me get it made.”
Annabelle mewled, tail swaying gently in the air, head cocked slightly, eyes huge as she stared at Jake. Van covered his mouth with his hand, smothering a laugh. He glanced down to see Chimley twining his way between Jake’s feet, rubbing his head against the exposed bit of Jake’s leg
“Oh, don’t even try that. That only works for Van. A deal’s a deal.” He glanced down at Chimley, rubbing the cat back with his heel. “Don’t you start, too, bud.”
Annabelle had settled on the bed, paws crossed, face turned upward to watch Jake.
“Belle, come on. You got to sleep on my face all night. I think it’s a fair trade to ask that you get off the bed for, like, five minutes.”
“She doesn’t go for reasoning, you know that.”
Jake jumped slightly, turning to the door, vampire grin splitting across his face. “You’re home!” He walked up, arms wrapping around Van’s waist, bending his head to press his mouth against Van’s, mumbling between nips and licks. “It’s okay I’m here, right? I couldn’t sleep last night. I came over so the cats could keep me company.”
Van chuckled, weaving his fingers in the curly, damp hair at the nape of Jake’s neck, tugging gently to change the angle, pushing Jake back towards the bed. He felt Jake’s smile on his mouth and pulled back to glance at clear blue. “You don’t need an excuse.” It was all still so new – this relationship – it had been both easy and difficult, new boundaries drawn between them – uncertain and blurry.
Jake shrugged, fingers swiftly undoing the buttons of Van’s jacket, pushing it off his shoulders, mouth diving in to suck gently on the newly exposed neck. Van shivered, hands clamping on the back of Jake’s head. He felt the words whispered on his skin before he heard them. “I missed you.” Jake nuzzled his ear, heat thrumming straight to his toes, and when one hand trailed down his side, carving words not spoken with fingertips, Van squeezed tighter.
“Me, too.”
--
“You know that when you’re not here, she’s going to want me to do that to her all the damn time.”
Jake glanced up from his script, peering at Van through his wire-rimmed glasses then glancing down at the cat that lay purring contentedly on his lap. He’d been petting her unconsciously for a good twenty minutes. When he looked back up, he grinned and Van reminded himself to breath.
Silbermann smiles could be deadly sometimes.
“Well, she‘s kind of like you.”
“Uh-huh. How so?”
“Hard to resist.”
Van;s heart skipped a beat or two right then.
He’d been single for a while and somehow he’d forgotten how it felt to have someone make you -- well -- feel.
Van studied Jake as he read, the pinched brow as he concentrated, the long, tapered fingers stroking across Annabelle’s coat, long stretch of muscled legs fidgeting on his coffee table. He was up and across the small space between them before he even realized he was moving. Van pulled the script out of Jake’s hand, dropping it on the floor.
Jake raised an eyebrow, waiting patiently. It was what Jake did.
Wait.
Van eyeballed Annabelle for a long moment only to receive a long greened-eyed look in return.
“Annabelle, stop bogarting the boyfriend.”
He could see the grin Jake gave from the corner of his eye. Patting Annabelle’s head, he scooped her up gently, kissing the fur on her neck before depositing her on the floor with the script. “Go find Chim or something.”
He straddled Jake, arms linked around his neck, nose brushing against nose.
“So, I was thinking…”
“Not always the best idea, babe..”
Van slapped Jake’s shoulder, gripping firmly at the back of his head, watching Jake’s eyes get darker. “Behave.”
Jake chuckled, pulled Van in and nodded. “You were thinking…”
He wasn’t sure why or if this was a good plan but he always followed his instincts and sometimes you just had to take a chance.
“Your lease is up next month…”
End.
♥
Author(s):
freakykat Rating: PG-13
Characters: Van/Jake
Word Count: 885
Disclaimer: Not real. Not even a little bit.
Summary: Everything is new. Nothing is really different.
Author’s Notes: This was lying around for a long time. Found it cleaning out some files. So using it for 25 moments table: prompt 10. Moment of Clarity. No beta. All mistakes mine. Sorry in advance.
point of no return
Van shouldered his bag, shifting the weight forward to balance his steps going up the stairs. He stepped into the hallway, dancing a little in place and breathing in deep.
Traveling was never his favorite pastime even if he’d loved every minute of the play and his time in the Berkshire’s. He’d missed his little apartment, his cats, his Jake. Van rolled his eyes because – really – that was ridiculously mushy even for him. He wasn’t sure he wanted to think about how much he’d missed Jake or how happy Jake’s two visits had made him.
Digging in his coat pocket, he pulled out the key, sliding it in the lock, opening the door quietly. He grinned as the sound of Jake’s voice drifted from the bedroom. He set his bag down, walking carefully across the wood floor, into the hall, leaning against the doorframe to watch his boyfriend. He ignored the quick shot of thrill that thought gave him.
Jake was making Van’s bed -- the one he’d obviously slept in the night before -- while holding a conversation with Annabelle.
“Okay, we had a deal here, Belle. I’ll feed you faster if you get off the bed and let me get it made.”
Annabelle mewled, tail swaying gently in the air, head cocked slightly, eyes huge as she stared at Jake. Van covered his mouth with his hand, smothering a laugh. He glanced down to see Chimley twining his way between Jake’s feet, rubbing his head against the exposed bit of Jake’s leg
“Oh, don’t even try that. That only works for Van. A deal’s a deal.” He glanced down at Chimley, rubbing the cat back with his heel. “Don’t you start, too, bud.”
Annabelle had settled on the bed, paws crossed, face turned upward to watch Jake.
“Belle, come on. You got to sleep on my face all night. I think it’s a fair trade to ask that you get off the bed for, like, five minutes.”
“She doesn’t go for reasoning, you know that.”
Jake jumped slightly, turning to the door, vampire grin splitting across his face. “You’re home!” He walked up, arms wrapping around Van’s waist, bending his head to press his mouth against Van’s, mumbling between nips and licks. “It’s okay I’m here, right? I couldn’t sleep last night. I came over so the cats could keep me company.”
Van chuckled, weaving his fingers in the curly, damp hair at the nape of Jake’s neck, tugging gently to change the angle, pushing Jake back towards the bed. He felt Jake’s smile on his mouth and pulled back to glance at clear blue. “You don’t need an excuse.” It was all still so new – this relationship – it had been both easy and difficult, new boundaries drawn between them – uncertain and blurry.
Jake shrugged, fingers swiftly undoing the buttons of Van’s jacket, pushing it off his shoulders, mouth diving in to suck gently on the newly exposed neck. Van shivered, hands clamping on the back of Jake’s head. He felt the words whispered on his skin before he heard them. “I missed you.” Jake nuzzled his ear, heat thrumming straight to his toes, and when one hand trailed down his side, carving words not spoken with fingertips, Van squeezed tighter.
“Me, too.”
--
“You know that when you’re not here, she’s going to want me to do that to her all the damn time.”
Jake glanced up from his script, peering at Van through his wire-rimmed glasses then glancing down at the cat that lay purring contentedly on his lap. He’d been petting her unconsciously for a good twenty minutes. When he looked back up, he grinned and Van reminded himself to breath.
Silbermann smiles could be deadly sometimes.
“Well, she‘s kind of like you.”
“Uh-huh. How so?”
“Hard to resist.”
Van;s heart skipped a beat or two right then.
He’d been single for a while and somehow he’d forgotten how it felt to have someone make you -- well -- feel.
Van studied Jake as he read, the pinched brow as he concentrated, the long, tapered fingers stroking across Annabelle’s coat, long stretch of muscled legs fidgeting on his coffee table. He was up and across the small space between them before he even realized he was moving. Van pulled the script out of Jake’s hand, dropping it on the floor.
Jake raised an eyebrow, waiting patiently. It was what Jake did.
Wait.
Van eyeballed Annabelle for a long moment only to receive a long greened-eyed look in return.
“Annabelle, stop bogarting the boyfriend.”
He could see the grin Jake gave from the corner of his eye. Patting Annabelle’s head, he scooped her up gently, kissing the fur on her neck before depositing her on the floor with the script. “Go find Chim or something.”
He straddled Jake, arms linked around his neck, nose brushing against nose.
“So, I was thinking…”
“Not always the best idea, babe..”
Van slapped Jake’s shoulder, gripping firmly at the back of his head, watching Jake’s eyes get darker. “Behave.”
Jake chuckled, pulled Van in and nodded. “You were thinking…”
He wasn’t sure why or if this was a good plan but he always followed his instincts and sometimes you just had to take a chance.
“Your lease is up next month…”
End.
♥
