Took longer than I wanted... happier with this chapter than the last, although Jack is surprisingly hard to write. Anyways! Short but I've run into an issue; if you're reading this, who do you think would be dominate? Jack or Henry? I'm leaning towards Jack but then again Henry fits the bill too... halp? Also, I apologize for some of the content. I edited as I went but some things are still a little awkward as I wrote this at around 12 AM.
"… awesome."
Henry's head shot up. Jack had recovered, smiling crookedly at the other man. "You mean you feel the same?" The mechanic asked, beginning to smile as well.
"Yeah. I guess I've just been too afraid to tell you." Jack shrugged slightly, sagging against the couch cushions.
"Well then I'm glad I worked up the courage to come here," Henry said, rubbing the back of his neck. They both chuckled before falling into another awkward silence.
Jack looked down at his hands. He still felt weak with relief; he felt as if a huge weight was off his shoulders. His feelings for Henry had been confronted. The end result wasn't what he'd expected, not that he was complaining, but the matter was resolved at last. So did that mean his love triangle was just a… line segment… now?
With their feelings voiced the men were at a loss for what to do. Henry's wandering eyes kept being drawn to Carter's slouching form but he didn't know what to do. It was ridiculous for an experienced man like himself to feel so overwhelmed. This wasn't his first relationship or even his first confession, though it was his first time with a man. How one small change, one different variable, could affect the equation!
For his part Jack was tied up in his own thoughts until he realized the tense feeling in the room. He cleared his throat, looking up to meet Henry's warm brown eyes. "So," he began, straightening slightly. "Uh… do you want something to drink?" He asked hesitantly, unsure of himself. It'd been better in his head. Not that he'd had any fantasies about this, not even one. At all. Ever.
They were reduced to this- pleasentries and small talk. They'd been friends for years now and this was all they could manage? Henry thought, shaking his head slightly. All the same he answered, "Sure." They both stood, coming face to face suddenly. Both men froze and watched the other for a reaction, something to tell them how to react themselves. The silence dragged for long, long seconds.
Be a man, Jack scolded himself. It's just Henry; if he was a woman you'd have kissed him by now. Henry wasn't a woman but it was kind of the same thing, right? Jack would probably need a therapist to figure all this out, but seeing as his last experiences with one were less than stellar he was more inclined to just work things out for himself.
Still the silence pressed on. It was beyond awkward now and Jack finally sighed in exasperation with his own behavior. Henry looked at him questioningly before his mouth was occupied by the other man's. He blinked in surprised and relaxed, closing his eyes halfway as Jack moved his lips softly against his.
Henry was surprised by how gentle the sheriff was at first. The kiss was light, but yet it still promised more animal pleasures in the future.
They stood motionless, their lips locked together but separate at all other points. After moment Jack pulled away, opening his eyes to look at his companion. It was strange how foreign the kiss had been; none of this was new to Jack but it still felt that way. It was like discovering everything for the first time, and Carter found himself thinking that if a simple kiss could be that electric, how would other things feel?
The curious, excited gleam in Henry's dark eyes said that he was thinking the same thing. Neither had any sort of knowledge about doing it with the same sex, but they would figure it out as they went along.
Taking the initiative again Jack asked, reddening slightly, "Have I ever shown you my bedroom?" He felt 16 again, but in a good way: he felt like a horny teenager. This was a serious matter though. One kiss and then an invitations to take it into the bedroom? I really am a man whore, he thought, but then again he saw no reason to wait. They were close friends –best friends- and adults besides, not strangers who'd just met in a bar. It seemed to Jack that he hadn't done anything in years, and after the tense awkwardness of the past couple minutes he (not to mention his libido) was more than ready to go.
Henry's stomach flipped at the offer. So soon? A part of him questioned, but it was quickly overruled by the other. We're best friends! Why wait? "No, I don't think you have. Lead the way." He gestured, smirking slightly, wondering at the newness of it all. Feeling like a horny teenager had never felt this good.
