miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-10-17 14:46:00 |
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Original poster: dazzling_icer
Hello, everyone! I have the start of a new series today called Every Day Life. This is a series of one-shots that are all apart of the same theme. This is part one-Laundry. Enjoy!
Title: Laundry
Pairing: Jake/Van
Rating: R, for sexual implications
Disclaimer: I do not own Jake or Van, or the characters of Luke and Noah. This is complete fabrication.
“OK, Van,” he broke the silence between them, voice rising slightly over the rumbling of the machines. “I need a three-letter word for ‘fornication’.”
Van turned toward him, utter disbelief masked across his face.
“I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer,” he retorted, turning his gaze back to the script in his hands. He was running lines for taping the next day. He felt he had them completely down, but he was reviewing his dialogue just to make sure. Jake had his nose immersed in a crossword puzzle, when usually they ran lines together while doing their laundry. Van was slightly peeved at his friend for breaking routine.
Wednesday is laundry day. It was the perfect day for them. Neither had anything going on, and the Laundromat down the street from Jake’s apartment was always fairly empty on Wednesday nights. So the fact that the two boys were sitting in the partially crowded Laundromat on a busy Tuesday evening also got on Van’s nerves.
Jake was breaking routine…twice.
Jake smiled at Van, knowing full well what he was going to say before he even asked the question. He loved how well he knew Van…he took pride in it. He knew what to say to make him smile, just slightly or one that reached his eyes. He knew what to say to calm him or bring him comfort. He knew his likes and his dislikes, his worries and his fears, his expressions and his body language.
And at this moment, he knew Van was mad at him…and he knew exactly how to change that.
“Well then,” he began, clearing his throat. “How about a three-letter word for ‘intercourse’?”
Van just sighed and shook his head.
“You are ridiculous, Silbermann. How about a three-letter word for ‘what Luke and Noah are never going to be able to do’?”
“That’s a good one! Or a three-letter word for ‘coitus’?”
“Or a three-letter word for the reason that we are stuck here on a Tuesday night breaking tradition because you don’t have any sets of clean sheets left?” Van snapped back somewhat angrily as he nodded his head toward the extra-large washer that currently held three full sets of jersey knit sheets.
“Hey now,” Jake began, complete seriousness filled his voice now. “That is your fault just as much as mine, Hansis.”
Their banter was silenced, and they gave each other stern looks. Van turned back to his script, his stomach turning at the thought of how true Jake’s statement was. He smiled slightly.
“Sex,” he finally said after a few moments of silence.
Jake looked over at him and smiled widely, a smile that was mirrored by Van. He turned back to his puzzle and finally filled in the small three boxes with a three-letter word for what he and Van were certain to do that night when they got back to his apartment with his clean sheets.