Some details and jokes
may be based on fact (thanks to the Hedley concert I went to, man you could cut
the subtext with nail clippers!), the execution of this story is purely fictional
in intent. Onward.
Jacob slowly became aware of everything around him, like everyone
does when they first wake up. The early-morning sun seeped through the hotel window
and onto his tired but lovely green eyes. He curled deeper into the cream-toned
pillow, just wanting those precious few more minutes, yet felt two hands alight
on his bare hips.
"Wakey-wakey, Jakey," Dave whispered and nuzzled his chin on the
back of Jacob's neck.
"Mmf. Too comfy." But he rolled over and lightly kissed Dave's
"Just checking if you were still alive," a sweet smile appeared
on Dave's wet mouth.
"Hah, no small town can kill me!" Jacob sat up and stretched his
arms. "Ow. Except maybe this one did." He swung his legs over the side of the bed
and blinked to remove the sleep from his eyes.
Dave laughed and grabbed his shorts off the floor to put them
back on. "Well, you better get un-killed soon, we hafta leave after lunch."
Jacob kept stretching, groaning and working out every kink in
his muscles, a routine Dave may have glanced over his shoulder to watch once- or
twice. "Where the hell is that..." He fumbled a hand on the bedside table, past
the gifts and signs from last night, and grabbed the tourist booklet. "A-ha!" As
he flipped through the pages, Dave went into the main part of the suite to gather
the rest of last night's discarded clothes, now lying on a chair.
A familiar sardonic cackle soon sounded from the bedroom. Dave
smiled, rubbed the last of sleep from his eyes, and went back to see what Jacob
was finding so funny.
He kneeled on the mattress and casually dropped the bandanna on
his friend's head. "Something tickle your funny bone?" he asked sweetly.
"Hmm, lemme guess." Dave wrapped arms and legs around Jacob's
shining body and kissed his shoulder. "Blonde chick that wouldn't stop giggling?"
"Girl with the butt tattoo sign?"
"Ah, the pert little redhead from On My Own."
Jacob groaned and whapped at the other man's hand. "Sick, dude!
"Kidding, I'm kidding." Dave rolled back onto the mattress and
shimmied himself into his jeans.
"You're obsessed with girls. You secretly wanna be a girl, that's
the only explanation."
"Hey, if anything, you're the girl."
"I don't steal Barbie backpacks," Jacob said, all huffy,
and kept flipping through the booklet.
Dave sighed. The silly quibbles, here one second and forgotten
the next (forgotten by Jacob, at least), wore him down more than he cared to admit,
and he didn't want to start the day like that. He slid to the floor on his knees,
and Jacob looked from his reading to see his friend right in front of him, simply
smiling and rubbing a hand on his bare leg.
"We're pretty weird, huh?"
Jacob's plush lips curled into a smirk. "Yeah. I kinda like that,
"Me too." Dave laid his hands on his friend's shoulders and leaned
in to kiss the tip of Jacob's nose.
Jacob closed his eyes and his laughter turned into a soft chuckle.
"I'm surprised you figured out how to put up with me," he said as Dave sat back
on the bed.
"I do love you, you know," Dave said, heading off the awkwardness
of the words rarely used between them with an, "even if you're completely psycho."
"Takes one to know one," the other man giggled. He picked up a
pillow and playfully whapped it against Dave's stomach.
"You have a death wish, Hoggard?" Dave asked slyly, curling his
long fingers into the pillow.
Jacob only crawled over and laid on his side, pillow sandwiched
between them. "You don't wanna kill me, I'm too cute."
"Yeah. Damn." Dave gave a weak smile and laced their fingers together.
He watched the sun shine brilliant streams across Jacob's skin, making him glow
in the early morning beauty. The quiet few minutes as the two just lay there, drinking
each other in with their eyes and smiling, was a silence neither of them minded
Soon enough, Dave removed the pillow in his way and once again
drew himself to Jacob's body. "Truce?" he asked softly.
"Mmm." With a kiss just above Jacob's eyebrow, he asked, "So,
what did you settle on?"
"Well, there's a park a few minutes from here, lake by it's supposed
to be huge, maybe we could all just splash around there."
"Sounds great. But-"
"First things first-" Dave ran a finger down Jacob's tattooed
arm- "you're still sweaty, babe."
"Thought you liked that."
"Oh, I do."
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