[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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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?