“I know.” He replies softly, that certainty cradled in his very marrow, warm and steady. It’s a gift, the love of this strong, scared, relentless, noble, fractured…beautiful man, and it’s one John doesn't deserve—but he’s going to try. If it kills him, he’s going to try.
Shifting to stand, John leans down to press one more kiss to Jack’s forehead. Lingering there for a moment with a hand on his nape, he draws back slowly, that hand sliding over his cheek, along his jaw, and ends with John’s thumb briefly tracing the cleft of his chin before falling away.
Once John strips down and dries off, he gets Jack to the bedroom so he can try to track down something for them both to wear. God knew he had no problem with Jack in a towel and nothing else (the guy could wear a burlap sack and make it sexy, Jesus Christ), but…later.
Rummaging around in his bureau for some sweats he knew might fit Jack, John took note of the storm outside at last—what had been a torrential downpour was now a gentle, steady rain. The sky was dark, abysmally dark, but the rhythm of the rain against the window was soothing instead of angry.
“Weather’s crazy.” John noted with a curious frown before locating some pants and a shirt, turning to toss them over to Jack. “Do we know what that’s about?”
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Shifting to stand, John leans down to press one more kiss to Jack’s forehead. Lingering there for a moment with a hand on his nape, he draws back slowly, that hand sliding over his cheek, along his jaw, and ends with John’s thumb briefly tracing the cleft of his chin before falling away.
Once John strips down and dries off, he gets Jack to the bedroom so he can try to track down something for them both to wear. God knew he had no problem with Jack in a towel and nothing else (the guy could wear a burlap sack and make it sexy, Jesus Christ), but…later.
Rummaging around in his bureau for some sweats he knew might fit Jack, John took note of the storm outside at last—what had been a torrential downpour was now a gentle, steady rain. The sky was dark, abysmally dark, but the rhythm of the rain against the window was soothing instead of angry.
“Weather’s crazy.” John noted with a curious frown before locating some pants and a shirt, turning to toss them over to Jack. “Do we know what that’s about?”