Prompt
(027) Sound
Jack,
Daniel
Written for the community slash100 at livejournal.
They look at each other, brown to blue, Jack to Daniel. There's no sound, nothing but the harsh rasp of their breathing and the soft tick of a clock. Then the world catches up with them and there are sounds again. Crickets chirping, dogs barking, TVs blaring, cars honking, people shouting. Suddenly things that neither would have noticed are creating a clamor so loud it's a wonder their ears don't bleed from the assult.
Then their lips are touching again, and the steady beat of their hearts, the needy moans, drown out the world and all that's left is the harsh rasp of their breathing and them.