Disclaimer: I don't own these boys, Disney does. I just corrupt them. Please be advised that some heavy allusions to adult content are present in the following chapters.
A/N: Writing small Javidy things is apparently an excellent stress reliever -- instead of unpacking and sorting all my earthly possessions, I wrote these little glimpses.
Jack likes to watch David call out headlines, arm thrust in the air, paper in hand. He feels something like pride seeing David shout over the clamor, his voice near cracking and shirt clinging to his frame in the humidity.
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Jack likes the slight flutter he feels below his stomach when, from the corner of his vision, he catches David wiping his hands of sweat and newspaper ink while the two of them rest for a moment in the shade. He likes the way David plants one sticky palm on the woolen fabric of his pants and drags it slowly down the length of his thigh toward his knee, then shifts his papers under his other elbow and repeats the movement with his other hand.
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Jack likes to linger on the Jacobs' fire escape long enough to see David bend intently over one of his otherwise-neglected school books, at Mayer's behest, after dinner and before bed. He likes the way David's fingers lace along the book's spine, and that a strip of David's bare neck is visible just above his collar.
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And Jack likes to watch David's blue eyes as David's eyes watch him. Sometimes Jack likes to pretend he doesn't notice when David's gaze sweeps over him, even though the crown of his head tingles under the cool examination. But Jack likes it even more when David's stare won't let him look away or close his eyes in that warm-breathed moment before their mouths connect.