miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-10-22 21:53:00 |
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Original poster: dazzling_icer
Hey everyone! I am back with part two! To clarify a little bit, this is a series, but the stories aren't connected. There is no specific plot. This is just a series of one-shots about certain events in Van and Jake's every day life. But I hope you enjoy this!
Title: Haircut
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jake/Van
Disclaimer: I do not own Jake or Van, or their characters of Luke and Noah. This is complete fabrication...not real!
After getting out of hair and make-up, Jake sat quietly in Van’s dressing room reading the script for the day’s episode. He and Van already knew their lines perfectly, having practiced them together that morning, but now he was reading into other storylines and seeing what was going on in Oakdale outside of Luke and Noah.
Van was still in hair and make-up. He should have been back by now, but he was taking forever. Jake knew this meant either two things: he was lingering and talking with the stylists, or he was getting a new haircut.
Having a strong urge that it was the latter, he tried to imagine what his new style would be. Van seemed to change his hair like he changed his underwear…daily. Even if he attempted to style it the same, his hair never fell in the same place twice, and that was something that Jake loved about it. His hair was intriguing…it kept him guessing. Sometimes it was long, sometimes it was short. One day he was a brunette, and then the next he was blonde. One moment it was perfectly straight, and the next it would be messy and all over the place.
But the one constant thing about Van’s hair was its ever-present softness. No matter the style, whenever Jake brushed his fingers through his locks, the same softness caressed his hand. He loved that feeling.
Another fifteen minutes of playing “Guess Van’s New Hairstyle”, Jake finally heard the door open. He stood up and set the script down on the chair, and waited for Van to come into view.
He walked in, and Jake’s breath caught.
Van’s hair was short and lighter. He was mostly blonde again. Instead of his hair falling in his eyes like usual, the front part stood spiked up to reveal his forehead. He looked so much more grown up. No longer did his hair make him look cute and innocent. Van was now smoldering and hot.
“So…what do you think?” Van asked shyly. “Pretty different, huh?”
Jake moved closer to Van to get a better look at it. Van’s question hung in the air as Jake walked silently in a circle around Van in a teasing sort of way. Van looked incredibly hot, but Jake wasn’t going to let him know that…at least not right away.
“You are always trying to look just as tall as me, aren’t you, Hansis?” Jake finally said, standing in front if Van again and bringing a hand up to the top of his hair to measure their respective heights. “Hmm, looks like I still win.”
“Whatever,” Van scoffed, and he playfully hit Jake in the shoulder. “You didn’t answer my question. How does it look?”
Jake didn’t say anything, he just kept a sharp gaze on his hair. After a moment of fighting the urge to run his fingers through it, he slowly brought his hand up to the side of Van’s head. Realizing what he was about to do, Van met him half way and caught it.
“Whoa, there Silbermann,” Van laughed. “The stylists are going to be upset if you mess it up!” Jake looked a little upset at being stopped, and opened his mouth to say something back when…
“Van and Jake are now needed on set…again, Van and Jake you guys are up next!”
Both boys looked toward the PA box on the wall and sighed. It was time for them to go and film their scenes for the day. Jake turned away from Van and walked over to the chair he was sitting in earlier and picked up his and Van’s scripts. He turned back around to Van and found his friend staring at the carpet, eyes cast in a sad expression. Jake leaned in slowly to Van’s side and inhaled his scent deeply before whispering softly.
“You look incredibly, incredibly sexy,” he confessed, his warm breath tickling his ear. Van visibly shivered under the sensation and looked into Jake’s deep pools.
“You can play with my hair as much as you want,” Van promised. Jake chuckled softly, took his hand, and led him out of the room.
“Oh, I’m already looking forward to it.”