They don't melt in my hands. I don't mind the cold.
[And not because he can have his own personal heater at the snap of his fingers. Maybe he shouldn't have fled Shiloh so quickly. Maybe he should've thanked his father for the advice that's served him so well. He didn't just numb himself with ice, he embraced it.]
We don't know what kind of beasts are out there. But my weapons will stop them quicker than most.
[ Johnny tells him pointedly. He's worried about it from time to time, that Jack would end up having frostbite when exposed to ice for too long. How many times had he wrapped those talented, skilled hands is his own and they were cold as ice?
He releases him and goes to look out at the vast, barren wasteland. ] I wanna go with you. At least, the first time around. I have to be familiar with this terrain, too. And -- oh!
[Meanwhile Jack goes to the wardrobe, throwing it open with a sigh. he's going to need a heavy cloak, gloves, all the things that are necessities now but weren't before.
He glances back over his shoulder, brow arched at Johnny's exclamation.]
[Johnny says (and sings) so many ridiculous things. He hated them once. (That's what he tells himself.) They confused him. (That part is probably true.
But now...now they come with that stupid, boyish grin, Jack's literal sunrise. He sighs, cupping Johnny's chin and bringing him in for a kiss.]
And how do you celebrate a "sexiversary"? I don't think they make cards for that.
[ He laughs softly and happily leans in to kiss him, gently catching his bottom lip between his teeth in a lavish kiss, tugging him close.
Johnny loves when Jack looks at him like this, like he's the only one that matters. His arm comes to wind around him, and he presses his forehead to his sweetly, blue eyes gleaming with promise and boundless affection. ]
I've got a skirt for that. You know, the one I wore last year.
[ He absently runs his fingers through Jack's hair, ruffling gently. His other arm wraps around his waist, humming. Waggling his brows at him, he responds. ],/small>
I won't be. I like body and non-body parts of me equally. C'mon, tell me.
[ Johnny pauses in surprise, blinking at the things he's listed down; he doesn't know how much Jack notices, but for this he's warmed and happy, and it shows.
More than anything -- ]
I want to make you happy, Jack. [ He's never thought of anyone else's happiness but his own before, but Jack changes so many things. Jack makes him want to be a better person. He touches his cheek. ] So, angry turns you on, huh?
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[And not because he can have his own personal heater at the snap of his fingers. Maybe he shouldn't have fled Shiloh so quickly. Maybe he should've thanked his father for the advice that's served him so well. He didn't just numb himself with ice, he embraced it.]
We don't know what kind of beasts are out there. But my weapons will stop them quicker than most.
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[ Johnny tells him pointedly. He's worried about it from time to time, that Jack would end up having frostbite when exposed to ice for too long. How many times had he wrapped those talented, skilled hands is his own and they were cold as ice?
He releases him and goes to look out at the vast, barren wasteland. ] I wanna go with you. At least, the first time around. I have to be familiar with this terrain, too. And -- oh!
[ He pauses. ] It's mid-November, right?
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He glances back over his shoulder, brow arched at Johnny's exclamation.]
It should be. Why?
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Happy belated sexiversary, baby. Remember Halloween last year?
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But now...now they come with that stupid, boyish grin, Jack's literal sunrise. He sighs, cupping Johnny's chin and bringing him in for a kiss.]
And how do you celebrate a "sexiversary"? I don't think they make cards for that.
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Johnny loves when Jack looks at him like this, like he's the only one that matters. His arm comes to wind around him, and he presses his forehead to his sweetly, blue eyes gleaming with promise and boundless affection. ]
I've got a skirt for that. You know, the one I wore last year.
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[Jack hums, cocking his head to one side thoughtfully.]
Maybe not my favorite part of you, but one of them.
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Huh, what's your most favorite part of me then? Excluding my dick, which we all know is absolutely delightful.
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And what if I said it had nothing to do with your body? Would you be disappointed?
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[ He absently runs his fingers through Jack's hair, ruffling gently. His other arm wraps around his waist, humming. Waggling his brows at him, he responds. ],/small>
I won't be. I like body and non-body parts of me equally. C'mon, tell me.
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[Once he starts naming things, Jack finds it surprisingly hard to stop.]
I even like your temper. You're hot when you're angry.
[But then he's the human torch, he's always hot.]
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More than anything -- ]
I want to make you happy, Jack. [ He's never thought of anyone else's happiness but his own before, but Jack changes so many things. Jack makes him want to be a better person. He touches his cheek. ] So, angry turns you on, huh?