Author:
veiledndarkness
Title: Irritation
Rating: PG 13
Pairing(if
any, or gen): None really, although they are pretty close to each
other. Slash if you squint I guess.
Summary: Jack hates math,
Bobby's too tired to care. A simple solution for both.
Warnings:
Usual disclaimer. They aren't mine. I dream that I might own them
though.
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Jack glared down at his notebook, scowling fiercely at the math equations. He scribbled in the margins, drawing little stickmen and stickmen guitars, his own name over and over; secretly thrilled that he had a real last name, one that meant he had a real family.
He sighed in frustration as the mathematical questions loomed on the page, confusing riddles, squares and triangles with numbers beside them, mocking his inability to grasp their meaning. Bobby came into his room then, stretching out on Jack's bed, his eyes half closed.
Jack nudged him with his foot. "Hey, get your own bed if you're tired," he said irritably.
Bobby cracked one eye open. "This was my bed once upon a time," he said, yawning widely. "Besides, I worked all damn day."
Jack blushed heavily, grateful for the slight darkness of the room. "Yeah, well it's my bed now so get out," he said, his breathing shaky.
Bobby yawned again. "Nope, I'm too tired to move," he mumbled sleepily. "You got homework to do anyway right?"
"Don't I always?" Jack said bitterly. "Fuckin' teachers just keep piling it on y'know."
"Take a break then," Bobby suggested, turning over on his side, facing Jack.
Jack eyed his notebook again and shrugged. He dropped his pencil on the paper and climbed onto the bed, cuddling up close to Bobby. "Tired, anyway," he mumbled self- consciously.
Bobby smirked faintly. "Sure, any excuse will do," he said, laughing softly. He wrapped one arm around Jack and tucked him in closer, inhaling lightly, the smell of his hair soothing him.
"Shut up Bobby," Jack said, closing his eyes and smiling, feeling content now.
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