Title: Need
Rating: PG
Synopsis: David-musing. Not much to it.
Category: Slash. Erm, not sure what else this would qualify as.
Warnings: Late night (morning, actually) inspiration.
Feedback: Doy.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine! *listens to echo* Not mine, not mine, not mine . . .
Notes: Ever just need a hug? Well, I did, and dammit if David's not gonna get one even if I can't.
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Jack is an addiction.
I've never needed anything the way I need Jack's touch, the feel of his calloused hands on my back, shoulder, neck. It's a craving, a burning, an aching for completion that I never knew was there until the way to fulfill it came along.
I didn't know the need was there, but now that I do, I pray to God every day that nothing takes Jack away from me. It's a rough life he lives, and there are too many things that could steal him away. He's mine, I want to scream at what would steal him. He's mine, and I want him, and I need him.
I need him. Oh, God, I need him.
I live for each touch, each caress. I catalogue them and store them away to remember when he's not near.
Pat on the back. In front of the Lodging House. Talking with the guys.
Punch on the arm. Sitting on the statue of Horace Greeley. Arguing about selling techniques.
Arm around my shoulders. At the distribution center. Papers in hand.
Fingers sliding up my thigh. Inside Tibby's. A booth to ourselves.
Rough, wet kisses on my throat. At the back of an alley. Dodging Les and the guys.
Fumbling hands at my face, sweet caresses along my body. Whenever and wherever we can.
But the moments I crave the most, the ones that, for a brief moment, satisfy the bone-deep need, are the clutching, tender embraces that seem to last for ages and shelter me and let me know that I'm there, and he's there, and he needs me as much as I need him, and for the same reasons.
And then we'll pull apart and I'll go back to that crushing desire for the next touch.
He's mine and I want him and I need him. Because I love him.