miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-09-28 09:46:00 |
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Current mood: | calm |
Current music: | Sunday Morning After- Amanda Marshall |
Entry tags: | -[jake/van]-, fanfic, fanfic: [rpf], ยป by: kissmedirty |
FIC:The Realest Thing (Van/Jake)
Original poster: kissmedirty
Title:The Realest Thing
Chapter: 4/?
Author: Kissmedirty/Nukednlovinit
Rating: PG
Warnings: language, M/M Romance
Summary: The Morning After
DISCLAIMER: Not Mine, Not real, Not intended to offend. Non Profit.
To say Jake was a little groggy and confused when he woke up was an understatement of epic proportions. He shook his head a little to clear the fog that had gathered there and immediately regretted it. When his eyes had finally landed back in place and the world stopped spinning for a second he took in his surroundings. "van." he whispered to himself. He groaned as he tried to recall the night before, his head weigh a million pounds and he felt as though he'd slept with a keg in his mouth. He looked to the right and saw water and advil waiting for him and couldn't help but smile. He inscrewed the cap from the water and popped two advil into his mouth. Guzzling back water he thought about how well Van took care of him, "Prolly why I love you so much", Jake choked on his water, sputtering and coughing. He didn't remember much from the night before, but those words echoed back in his head and he knew he'd said them - out loud - in front of Van, hell <i> to Van</i>. "Now what?" he thought to himself.
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The sun blasted into Van's room through the cracks in the blinds and he groaned. He glanced at the clock and decided it was a relatively decent hour to be awake. He'd had the most amazing sleep, and from the slight soreness in his cheeks he figured he's probably been grinning like a fool the entire night. <i>"Prolly why I love you so much"</i>, he sighed and turned his head into the pillows so no one would hear his self indulgent, excited giggles. He got out of bed and attempted to make himself presentable, he didn't want to walk into the living room looking like a long lost member of "Flock of Seagulls". "Great," he thought to himself, "now I've got that stupid song stuck in my head." He finished fixing his hair, went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth and headed out to check on Jake.
Van felt like he'd been punched in the gut when he walked into the room to find the couch Jakeless, the blanket folded and stacked neatly on the end of the couch with the pillows. He wanted to cry, he grabbed a pillow and laid down, inhaling Jake's scent and wondering "what in the hell is going on?"