YOU && I --- COLLIDE [[JACK]]

[AUGUST RADCLIFF SEDGWICK]

even the best fall down sometimes

even the stars refuse to shine

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The bleariness of the sleep was starting the fade away, despite how hard he fought it. It was the type of waking up where you would hear tiny sounds, a honking horn or the creak of a floor board, and you would slip out of sleep for a moment and then tumble back in seconds later. He turned over in his cave of blankets and sheets, finding more comfortable position, and letting out a tiny moan of comfort out of sealed lips. He slipped back into sleep, dreaming of this and that, dreaming of hot breath, the smell of cologne, of hair product, and of sweat. Then the slamming of a car door would jolt him awake again and he would regain some form of consciousness, awake with his eyes still closed, not wanting to open. He was not ready to face the sun, his heart wanted to sleep forever here, but his mind was telling the rest of his body to wake up. Slowly but surely that heavy feeling of slumber lifted away from his limbs and he tried to dig himself further under the covers, throwing them over his head. August Sedgwick’s eyes fluttered open, taking in the white glow of the wonderland that came alive under the sheets. There were a few moments of absolute silence and then August sighed deeply, his vision and mind still a bit fuzzy.

Breaking his head through the covers, the sun came at him in full force. Apparently he had neglected to close the curtains last night, something he had always done in order to avoid this very situation. August sat up and slipped his legs over the sides of the bed, rubbing his neck that was a little sore, and standing up. He was completely naked, in all his glory, standing with the sun like a spotlight on his fair frame. August moved forward, grabbing the bleach white curtains and pulling them shut, at last covering the sun and throwing the room into semi darkness. August paused and looked down at himself. He was sticky with sweat long since dried, and there were the fading marks of teeth and the red blotches of hickies, all scattered randomly from his neck down to…well….there. August turned around, a smile on his face and his eyes searching for the bed. When he found it, he found the shape of Jack, laying on his stomach, also in the nude, the covers pulled down to reveal that strong back of his. August walked back over to the bed and slipped back under the covers, scooting closer to his body, feeling his warmth. It felt like home away from home. A place of refuge in this foreign city. Gently, August brought his right hand to the man’s back, starting at the nap of his neck, and tracing the smooth ridges of his spinal cord. His skin was smooth to the touch, and smelled like sheets around them. Like sex.

As soon as his hand was at Jack’s waist he reached around his body, hugging himself to Jack’s body, molding in with his strong form. He let his hand rest on the man’s abdomen, the firm mountain ranges of his muscles making August shudder. If he could, he would stay this way for the rest of the day. Just like this.

[Jack Vincent Fitzroy]

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I'M GONNA GO THERE WITH MY MEMORIES !?
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no escape

If there was anything Jack did best after sex, it was sleep. He was sleeping deeper now then he had for the last few months. Sure, he was on his stomach, and to anyone watching him, it would seem as if he was dead from his bothersome lack of movement in slumber. Truth was, his brain was so active with his dreams when he slept, that it was too busy to pay attention to some motor functions, such as moving. Even his heart beat slowed down to just enough to survive while sleeping. You see, when Jack slept, or even when he was awake, he more remembered wanted memories. Or powerful memories. It wasn’t a dream necessarily, more a video like reliving of a certain memory. This was because of something most people knew to be a photographic memory, which was actually, in Jack’s case, an eidetic memory. The ability to totally recall every scent, taste, sight, touch, and sound that happens in his memories. Even small things like a faint mark on someone’s body, to random sentences in a book. He also need only read a book once, then he could re read it to himself with his memory. Useful thing to have, but also very annoying. Right now, it was making his breath come out in slow shudders, as if he was cold.

In reality, he was actually burning hot. His mind ran over his time with August the night before in an almost agonizing video in surround sound complete with all the senses. The way they’d kissed in his car… the smell of the air rushing by them and August’s intoxicating scent, the feel of his soft lips beneath his, the air from the convertible making a roaring sound in his ears, trying to keep his eyes on the road…. How quickly their clothing came off, their first position… August below him, moaning music to Jack’s ears, Jack licking the sweat off August’s back while moving in and out of him slowly… the second position... third… fourth… until they collapsed into each other’s arms, and Jack was released from his memories, simply to relive chunks of the better parts as the morning made itself known.

He didn’t know when morning came, or when August got up and moved around, he was so entranced by his memories, but he did now when August slipped beside him and started to trace his spine. How he knew was an odd thing. Really, August wasn’t doing it in his memories, so his subconscious actually picked up the foreign feeling and started to wake Jack up. He didn’t let himself be startled, though, he knew it was August’s hand tracing along his skin, causing goose bumps to pop up wherever he touched. When August curled into him, and his hand came to a rest on Jack’s abdomen, Jack moved his head ever so slowly, so not to startle, to kiss the top of August’s head ever so softly. ”Good morning,” he said huskily, inhaling the smell of his hair as his nose nuzzled the top of his head.


TAGS;; august!
WORDS;; six six three
MUSE;; good, considering the time!
MUSIC;; the sweet sound of my cats fighting
OUTFIT;; nothing!
CREDITS;; layout by STEP AND GO ! of CAUTION 2.0
NOTES;; didn't want to go overboard with them memories. THERE IS PG-13 MATERIAL UP THERE ><!

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