I wrote a "thing"...
May. 17th, 2004 08:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thegrrrl2002It's Monday already--how did that happen? Last I checked, it was Friday night. I hate when that happens.
I wrote a thing. It was supposed to be a drabble. Only I'm not very good at drabbles, and it's over 300 words, so I suppose it's drabble-esque. I hate categorizing things. Although, clearly, I like the word "thing". "Thing" and "stuff", my standard means of communication. Hard to believe I actually kan write, you know? Anyway, here's the damn thing:
Disarmament
Daniel is halfway to the kitchen when the shoe bounces off his backside. He stops in mid-stride. "Jack?" he asks, turning. "What the hell was that?"
Jack is sitting up straight on the couch, hands clasped and resting on his lap. "Just checking."
He says it as if Daniel should understand. "Just checking?" Daniel repeats.
"Yeah." Jack shrugs. "Just checking."
"Okay," Daniel says, not understanding at all. But he sees a glimpse of something in Jack's face, something that might be fear, or sadness. For a second he wants to go to Jack, and maybe even hug him.
Then the expression is gone, and all he sees in Jack's face is impatience. "You were going to grab me a beer while you were up?" Jack prompts.
"Right." Daniel decides to put Jack's inexplicable shoe-throwing behavior aside, at least for the time being. Besides, he's fairly certain that if he tried to hug Jack right now, Jack would only squirm and complain, shoving him away like an ornery cat. Or maybe a wary one. Daniel begins to walk away, but out of the corner of his eye he sees Jack move again, reaching down.
Going for his other shoe.
"Okay, that's it." Daniel returns to Jack, kneels, and captures Jack's remaining shoe. "Give me this." He tosses the shoe aside, then eyes Jack's gray socks. He decides Jack probably knows how to use socks as ammunition. Erring on the side of caution, he slides the socks off of Jack's feet.
Jack doesn't say anything, he only watches Daniel's hands as they hold his feet.
The belt is next. Daniel can only imagine trouble Jack would conjure up with a belt. For good measure, he removes Jack's shirt. It's a bit more work to strip Jack of his pants and boxers, but eventually they go, too, tossed with everything else over his shoulder to land in a pile in the center of the room.
Only when Jack is laid bare does Daniel gather him up in and hug him. Jack still doesn't complain, not one word, no matter how hard Daniel squeezes him. He just quietly says Daniel's name, closes his eyes, and holds on just as tight.
I wrote a thing. It was supposed to be a drabble. Only I'm not very good at drabbles, and it's over 300 words, so I suppose it's drabble-esque. I hate categorizing things. Although, clearly, I like the word "thing". "Thing" and "stuff", my standard means of communication. Hard to believe I actually kan write, you know? Anyway, here's the damn thing:
Disarmament
Daniel is halfway to the kitchen when the shoe bounces off his backside. He stops in mid-stride. "Jack?" he asks, turning. "What the hell was that?"
Jack is sitting up straight on the couch, hands clasped and resting on his lap. "Just checking."
He says it as if Daniel should understand. "Just checking?" Daniel repeats.
"Yeah." Jack shrugs. "Just checking."
"Okay," Daniel says, not understanding at all. But he sees a glimpse of something in Jack's face, something that might be fear, or sadness. For a second he wants to go to Jack, and maybe even hug him.
Then the expression is gone, and all he sees in Jack's face is impatience. "You were going to grab me a beer while you were up?" Jack prompts.
"Right." Daniel decides to put Jack's inexplicable shoe-throwing behavior aside, at least for the time being. Besides, he's fairly certain that if he tried to hug Jack right now, Jack would only squirm and complain, shoving him away like an ornery cat. Or maybe a wary one. Daniel begins to walk away, but out of the corner of his eye he sees Jack move again, reaching down.
Going for his other shoe.
"Okay, that's it." Daniel returns to Jack, kneels, and captures Jack's remaining shoe. "Give me this." He tosses the shoe aside, then eyes Jack's gray socks. He decides Jack probably knows how to use socks as ammunition. Erring on the side of caution, he slides the socks off of Jack's feet.
Jack doesn't say anything, he only watches Daniel's hands as they hold his feet.
The belt is next. Daniel can only imagine trouble Jack would conjure up with a belt. For good measure, he removes Jack's shirt. It's a bit more work to strip Jack of his pants and boxers, but eventually they go, too, tossed with everything else over his shoulder to land in a pile in the center of the room.
Only when Jack is laid bare does Daniel gather him up in and hug him. Jack still doesn't complain, not one word, no matter how hard Daniel squeezes him. He just quietly says Daniel's name, closes his eyes, and holds on just as tight.
