A/N 1 ~ Yes, yes! Can you feel it coming? ;)
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"That was absolutely the best food I've ever eaten in my whole life!" Jack leaned back with a content look on his face. He overlooked the table, which was covered with empty plates and bowls. Their glasses softly reflected the few lights from the candles that were still burning throughout the room. The half darkness, combined with the vanilla odour drifting in the room, made his stomach tingle in a strange way. There still was some tension lingering in the air, but now it felt… different, somehow.
Eric smiled at Jack. "Was it worth starving for?"
Jack sighed. "Ab-so-lu-te-ly! Every single crumb has found a safe home right in here." He slowly rubbed his stomach. "You – are – the – best. Bestest of the best! I think you ought to stay with that cooking career plan," he added with a grin.
Eric continued to smile, without saying a word. The tingling sensation inside Jack's stomach became stronger. Jack's grin swiftly faded, as he could think of nothing else to do but to stare back into Eric's deep gaze. It was hypnotizing, and it felt like he was in a never-ending place, where Jack would love to spend the rest of his life in.
But suddenly, Eric got up and rounded the table, although never loosing contact with Jack's eyes. It startled him, and he anxiously tried to mask that. "The… the candles… they're going out… S-shouldn't we- and the plates…" Jack stumbled.
"You know, I'm still missing something," Eric said softly as he came closer, ignoring Jack's words. "Something like, a dessert…" He unbuttoned his jacket and let it fall to the floor. The white shirt hugged his tight body – he looked even better underneath it all than Jack could've ever imagined.
He wanted nothing more than for Eric to come closer, but was scared at the same time. This could be the turning point he had been waiting for for so long now - or just another of Eric's jokes… Was it? Was he just playing with him? Should he put him off? Jack shifted uncomfortably on his chair and broke their mutual gaze.
"We-we have some ice-cream in the- the… ehm…" Eric took Jack's hand and pulled him of his seat. He felt like he was dreaming. Please, don't let this be a nightmare, he prayed desperately. Please…
"Fridge?" Eric wrapped one arm around Jack's waist and pulled him closer. Jack's heart was racing at the mere touch of Eric's hand on his back. He didn't dare to look up, so afraid to find Eric laughing at him for actually believing this meant… more. He nodded.
Then, Eric cupped his chin and gently lifted his face, tenderly forcing Jack to look him in the eyes again. "Ice-cream isn't exactly what I had in mind, Jack. Not by far," he whispered. Eric's lips were now almost touching his, and Jack could feel him breathing deeply. "I need something better than that." His lips brushed against Jack's while speaking.
Suddenly, Jack didn't care anymore what this could or couldn't be. He wrapped his arms tightly around Eric's upper body and covered his lips with his own. Eric immediately responded, moving his hand to his neck and pulling him in for a deeper kiss. Jack tasted some sweet whine, as he moved his hands down Eric's back and started to pull the shirt up. Then Eric broke their kiss, slightly out of breath.
"What is it?" Jack worriedly studied Eric's face for a moment in silence, his hands still halfway up Eric's back.
"Are you… Is this…?" This time, it was Eric who couldn't find the words. He looked at Jack with a combination of surprise, fear and confusion.
"Real?" Jack finished his words with a smile. He answered with another kiss. "Yes." He pulled Eric's shirt off with one fluent movement and then murmured against his lips.
"No more wasted nights from now on… Promise."
END
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A/N 2 ~ Aah, you all wanna know what happens now, huh? Me too! One problem: I usually don't do sequels. But maybe, if you can talk me into it… Who knows? ;)
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"That was absolutely the best food I've ever eaten in my whole life!" Jack leaned back with a content look on his face. He overlooked the table, which was covered with empty plates and bowls. Their glasses softly reflected the few lights from the candles that were still burning throughout the room. The half darkness, combined with the vanilla odour drifting in the room, made his stomach tingle in a strange way. There still was some tension lingering in the air, but now it felt… different, somehow.
Eric smiled at Jack. "Was it worth starving for?"
Jack sighed. "Ab-so-lu-te-ly! Every single crumb has found a safe home right in here." He slowly rubbed his stomach. "You – are – the – best. Bestest of the best! I think you ought to stay with that cooking career plan," he added with a grin.
Eric continued to smile, without saying a word. The tingling sensation inside Jack's stomach became stronger. Jack's grin swiftly faded, as he could think of nothing else to do but to stare back into Eric's deep gaze. It was hypnotizing, and it felt like he was in a never-ending place, where Jack would love to spend the rest of his life in.
But suddenly, Eric got up and rounded the table, although never loosing contact with Jack's eyes. It startled him, and he anxiously tried to mask that. "The… the candles… they're going out… S-shouldn't we- and the plates…" Jack stumbled.
"You know, I'm still missing something," Eric said softly as he came closer, ignoring Jack's words. "Something like, a dessert…" He unbuttoned his jacket and let it fall to the floor. The white shirt hugged his tight body – he looked even better underneath it all than Jack could've ever imagined.
He wanted nothing more than for Eric to come closer, but was scared at the same time. This could be the turning point he had been waiting for for so long now - or just another of Eric's jokes… Was it? Was he just playing with him? Should he put him off? Jack shifted uncomfortably on his chair and broke their mutual gaze.
"We-we have some ice-cream in the- the… ehm…" Eric took Jack's hand and pulled him of his seat. He felt like he was dreaming. Please, don't let this be a nightmare, he prayed desperately. Please…
"Fridge?" Eric wrapped one arm around Jack's waist and pulled him closer. Jack's heart was racing at the mere touch of Eric's hand on his back. He didn't dare to look up, so afraid to find Eric laughing at him for actually believing this meant… more. He nodded.
Then, Eric cupped his chin and gently lifted his face, tenderly forcing Jack to look him in the eyes again. "Ice-cream isn't exactly what I had in mind, Jack. Not by far," he whispered. Eric's lips were now almost touching his, and Jack could feel him breathing deeply. "I need something better than that." His lips brushed against Jack's while speaking.
Suddenly, Jack didn't care anymore what this could or couldn't be. He wrapped his arms tightly around Eric's upper body and covered his lips with his own. Eric immediately responded, moving his hand to his neck and pulling him in for a deeper kiss. Jack tasted some sweet whine, as he moved his hands down Eric's back and started to pull the shirt up. Then Eric broke their kiss, slightly out of breath.
"What is it?" Jack worriedly studied Eric's face for a moment in silence, his hands still halfway up Eric's back.
"Are you… Is this…?" This time, it was Eric who couldn't find the words. He looked at Jack with a combination of surprise, fear and confusion.
"Real?" Jack finished his words with a smile. He answered with another kiss. "Yes." He pulled Eric's shirt off with one fluent movement and then murmured against his lips.
"No more wasted nights from now on… Promise."
END
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A/N 2 ~ Aah, you all wanna know what happens now, huh? Me too! One problem: I usually don't do sequels. But maybe, if you can talk me into it… Who knows? ;)