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'Crowd Scene', rated R, Daniel/JD, Mezzanine 'verse
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synecdochicand ivorygates.
Daniel and clone!Jack, ~1000 words, rated R.
JD’s fingers intertwined with Daniel’s, but he didn’t answer, and the silence stretched on and on and on until first light woke them from hazy dreams to sharp reality.
synecdochicand ivorygates.Daniel and clone!Jack, ~1000 words, rated R.
CROWD SCENE
Daniel put off going to bed as long as he reasonably could. Not that he was being reasonable. He made his way into the room by the dim glow along the baseboards. He took his glasses off and felt for the edge of the night table. As he undressed and his eyes began adjusting to the dark, he could make out the lump that was JD on the far side of the bed.
Daniel put off going to bed as long as he reasonably could. Not that he was being reasonable. He made his way into the room by the dim glow along the baseboards. He took his glasses off and felt for the edge of the night table. As he undressed and his eyes began adjusting to the dark, he could make out the lump that was JD on the far side of the bed.
Daniel left his clothes lying where they fell. Just this once. It wasn’t a rebellion, or a statement of any kind. It was old habit, and tonight it didn’t matter whether the floors were kept clear. They were kept clear for Cammie, and Cammie wasn’t here. He climbed into the bed and arranged the covers over himself.
JD moved. “Hey,” he said quietly.
Daniel should have said “hey”, too. It should’ve been just that easy. But Daniel had let himself get worked up over this, over the two of them, alone. After two months sharing a bed nightly, and a month of sharing other things; sexual things, things Daniel did (for Cammie) for JD, things Daniel did perfectly willingly and enjoyed having done to him. Simple fucking handjobs. But tonight Cammie wasn’t here, and Daniel didn’t know quite what to expect, and he should have said, “hey”, but he hadn’t and the silence had stretched on too long now.
JD moved again, and this time he rolled away and Daniel was left staring towards his back and feeling both guilty and foolish. He trusted JD implicitly, he liked him. He wasn’t (would never be) Jack, but there was a Jack-ness to him that made him familiar, safe. Daniel was comfortable with him. Cammie loved him.
But Daniel’d known for a long time (before Cammie’d taken matters into her own hands) that JD wanted him. And Daniel didn’t want JD, not that way. And without Cammie here (as buffer or instigator or observer) Daniel felt uneasy. And stupid.
And unkind, because JD had to be worried about Cammie, too. She was spending the night in the hospital and had a slate of tests scheduled for the morning, and JD undoubtedly knew a lot more about what was going on than Daniel did, because JD knew everything about Cammie. And equally undoubtedly had been through all this with her many times before, but Daniel didn’t suppose this type of thing ever got easier.
So Daniel stared at the glimmer of white that marked JD’s presence in the bed and felt like a bastard… wait. White? He sat up and reached for the lamp, flicking it on.
JD sat up, too. “Fuck?”
“You’re wearing a T-shirt.” Nude. Naked. The three of them, in this bed, always. Always.
JD’s eyes, already narrowed against the onslaught of light, narrowed even further. “You have a point?”
“Take it off.”
“Fuck you.”
Daniel launched himself across the bed, knocking JD onto his back. He knew, even as he landed, began pulling at the fabric of the offending shirt, that JD could have broken any of the bones in his body, up to and including his neck, if he’d wanted to. “Get it off!” he spat.
JD glared up at him, clenched fists pressed into the pillow beside his head.
The landline rang on Daniel’s night table. He looked towards the sound and JD shoved at him, sending him sprawling. Daniel stared at the ceiling for a second and then rolled off the bed and onto his feet, chest heaving. He picked up the phone and took a couple of deep breaths before lifting it to his ear.
Cammie was already talking. “…see how my baby boy’s doing.”
Fury fled. “I’m fine,” Daniel gulped. There was an indefinable silence on the line. “We’re, uh, we’re both fine.” He looked over at JD.
“Daniel,” Cammie said, sounding faintly surprised.
“Oh.” Daniel lowered the phone and JD was already stretching out his hand as Daniel said, “It’s for you.”
“What do you want at this hour of the night, bitch?”
Daniel couldn’t hear Cammie’s end of the conversation, but he could be fairly certain the words ‘donkey-raping cocksucker’ were coming into play.
JD listened for a while, and Daniel stood and watched, feeling useless. “You on drugs, Mitchell?”
JD was frowning, and Daniel walked around to his side of the bed. JD looked up. Daniel couldn’t read whatever was in his eyes. “Right. And you’re fighting it. Just go to sleep, moron.”
Daniel reached for the hem of JD’s shirt and started tugging it up. JD let him, squirming and lifting his arms as needed. “Go to sleep and quit interrupting me when I’m about to make mad, passionate love to your boyfriend.”
Daniel dropped the T-shirt on the floor and flung back the sheets. His fingertips dug into the waistband of the boxers he’d known JD must be wearing. “Am so. He’s ripping my clothes off as we speak.” JD lifted his hips and Daniel pulled the boxers down and off and tossed them on top of the T-shirt.
JD hitched his way across the bed, and Daniel crawled in next to him, into the warm spot just vacated. JD put a hand on his shoulder. “Yeah. Tomorrow. Sleep now, sweetheart.” He stretched over and flicked off the light. “‘Night.”
There was a beep as the phone was shut off, and a clatter as it was tossed onto the night table. JD sank down onto his side, and Daniel was left looking at his back again.
But stupidity on both sides was over and done with.
“She wants video,” JD snorted.
Daniel moved closer and put an arm around JD, feeling the constant, familiar heat of his skin beneath his palm, against his chest, belly, thighs. “Sleep now,” he murmured.
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