33. Vegas Honeymoon [smut]

Summary: Vegas marriage followed by hoinkyploinky. (Hoinkyploinky only starts midway through when they get back to their motel, y'could also stop reading there if you'd preffer!)

Content Warning: sex. Nothing exceptional, they're pretty sweet 'n intimate about it.

Also note: Jack's transgendered FtM and Dave's vaguely insinuated to be genderqueer (although I still use he/him pronouns for writing convenience).

Go ahead and leave now if that's something you don't like to read!

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Slightly shitty and OOC but you know what. YOU KNOW WHAT. I don't care. Fuck you(👅).

They're finally rawdogging abroski are you happy...

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As Jack struggled to tie his tie, hindered by drunken hands, he attempted to recall how he ended up here. The venue was to his left, some exaggerated bar with red lightning and an aisle in the middle of it. They didn't know any of the attendees, guests that simply stumbled in when they noticed the lousy open invite on the front door. It was hardly legal, let alone officially recognised; the owners had explicitly requested them to pay cash upon entry. Some money laundering scheme that provided oblivious Vegas tourists with a make-believe wedding. That didn't take away any of their drunken fun, though.

While he wouldn't want it any other way, he'd never have expected to end up here when Dave pointed at a well-lit shop window earlier that day. It was late into the afternoon and the heat had begun to dissipate, they were well on their way to the first club of the evening when Dave suddenly stopped in his tracks. Jack, already a few steps ahead, was quickly by his side again to see that he'd been staring at an arrangement of wedding dresses. His eyes shot from Dave's face to the pristine fabrics and back, noticing just how mesmerized he was.

He'd commented on how wedding dresses were far more extravagant than the average suit, and how they seemed boring in comparison. Jack watched him study the fabric through a thin border of glass, more intrigued by Dave's puzzled expression rather than the complex garments. He'd made some off-handed comment about how it was a shame that he'd never get to wear one, stepping away with the full intent to forget all about the little moment in time where Jack recognised a sense of want in his eyes.

Jack had pressed, though. The entire walk, and even the first few drinks, had been accompanied with all kinds of questions and suggestions. He'd asked why Dave couldn't wear one, what was stopping him, only to be answered with uncharacteristic nervous glances and replies. You'd look pretty in one, he remembered saying when they were a few glasses into their nightly escapade. Dave tried to brush it off, shook his hand at Jack with a smile and a suspiciously dark violet glow casting on his face.

"Really-? Ya' think so sportsy...?"

His voice had been nervous, that rare tone which Jack was sometimes graced with, that rare tone which he loved so dearly. Dave was very seldom unsure of anything, always spoke with overly loud confidence; he had to in order to talk Jack into some of the things they did, even if he wouldn't want it any other way. He recalled leaning forward, framing Dave's face in his hands and speaking with just enough volume to be audible over the music that sung a melody seemingly made especially for them:

"You'd be the most stunning bride, Davey-"

He couldn't entirely remember what his intention behind that comment was, but he knew it to be truthful regardless. Despite the slow decomposition both of their bodies were subjected to, Dave still had an interesting complexion that was complemented by the long hair he eagerly maintained. Something about him was simply charming; his crooked nose, lopsided smile and sharp teeth all came together to form a face so unique Jack couldn't help but stare. One thing led to another and staring became more than such, carefully concealed affection in the corner of a crowded bar.

There was something in Dave's expression, though, that appeared and never left ever since that conversation. He looked to be pondering, staring into the distance at the height of the party, glass restless in his hand. With enough alcohol to blur the lines between Jack's thoughts and words, he flung an arm around Dave's shoulder. Rushed conversation, I'd want to be a bride coming to mind, his response more vivid than anything: then why won't you be mine for tonight? He - or maybe she, Jack wasn't entirely sure anymore; he couldn't care either way - flashed him a smile, and before he really knew what was happening, they found themselves back at the same store from earlier that evening.

Slender hands worked at the lock, then the alarm, with such precision that Jack couldn't help but watch with intent. Even when drunk, Dave was still riddled with skill and talent, flicking on the lights in the elaborate store; Jack still didn't have eyes for all the garments. They shopped like royalty, laughed their way along as they had Dave try on nearly every dress that seemed it would be his size. The pristine white was a stark but simultaneously stunning contrast to the violet of his skin, embracing his figure in ways which lousy Hawaiian shirts never had. He looked feminine, almost, running a hand through his hair to retrieve it from where it was usually combed back; he appeared truly confident in himself for once.

There wasn't any doubt once they'd found the one; the decision was already made when Jack zipped the back up. White lace with pastel orange accents subtly incorporated into it, slender in the waist and expanding towards the bottom. Laughter was interrupted for a brief silence, a welcome one of mesmerization in which Dave ran his hands along the delicate fabric. He gave a spin, and the moment they locked eyes again it'd already been settled; this was the pinnacle of their evening.

Jack's suit was found quickly enough; he wasn't one for dresses or otherwise extravagant attire. Purple shirt, in the same pastel shade that was scattered along the fabric of Dave's dress, accompanied by a deep grey waistcoat and otherwise black garments and accents. They'd packed it in all up, rushed out the store before anyone could take notice of their odd presence. Vegas streets were littered with poorly faked venues, all offering shoddy wedding ceremonies; they were presented with a variety of choices. That was how he'd gotten here, still fumbling with his tie and Dave elsewhere in the building, hidden away until he'd walk down the aisle.

"Sir-? We're ready when you are."

A stranger peered around the corner, dressed in a simple but equally sleek suit. Jack gave him a nod that signified his leave, finally managing to make his tie look relatively presentable. It was utterly ridiculous, he understood that much, but the idea had been far too enticing to even consider otherwise. That smile on Dave's face during the entire escapade alone had been worth it, Jack simply couldn't say no to him; for better or for worse. Besides, with how intertwined they'd grown during their companionship, it was almost fitting to officiate a wedding.

Standing up through blurry eyes, ever so slightly influenced by all the alcohol that was racing his system. Words of welcome began to emerge from outside his door, impersonal as to address the crowd of nightlife that had taken to their open invite, loudly plastered on the front window. It was nothing at all like he'd remembered Peter and Caroline's wedding; a quiet resort by the beach, vows which both of them had spent months writing. Though, he supposed that life wasn't meant for him anyway. He'd spend the recessional getting drunk with Dave, and they'd laugh about it in the morning when they inevitably woke up with the clothes from the night before.

"We gather here today for this declaration of love, cultivated and made inveterate in the city of sin."

The officiator sounded equally, if not more, drunk than he was. Jack stood behind the door, trying to adjust his posture to look more presentable, repetitively failing to do so. He couldn't figure why he'd suddenly been hit with such a wave of nerves, tugging on the collar of his shirt once more, leaving an orange stain of foundation in its wake. It looked refined against the violet fabric, not quite opposite but complementary regardless, he wondered what it'd look like against Dave's skin. The very thought of Dave only reinforced that strangely unsettling feeling in his gut; as if this was actually anything but an unofficial joke that they'd laugh about for a week before forgetting all about it.

"We kindly request for everyone to stay seated until the end of the ceremony."

The officiator emphasized, letting a brief silence fall to retreat back and knock on Jack's door, his agreed signal. Bright red lights blinded him upon walking up to the altar, a crowd of people with that same drunk daze in all their mannerisms cheering and whistling upon his arrival. In the smaller hours of Vegas nights, where alcohol said more than words, everyone seemed united; Jack liked it that way, it was usually when people didn't question his strangely vibrant appearance. Cheers calmed, and the officiator retrieved the microphone:

"I hereby introduce-"

He took one glance at a piece of paper carefully concealed in the palm of his hand, squinting in response to the name.

"-Jack... Fitzgerald Kennedy, our groom of the evening!"

Another series of cheers and whistles emerged, clapping as if he had been anything other than a complete and utter stranger. He hadn't even stopped to think that he hadn't gone by that name in ages, feeling dubious Dave even knew of it. He wasn't left to ponder on it for long though, given a melodramatic tune started playing from distant speakers. He looked across the aisle, crudely crossing through two sections of seating, abruptly put to a stop by a door on the opposite end of the altar.

"Of course, no wedding is complete without a bride-"

The officiator started, and Jack felt something in his chest tighten. He couldn't figure what it was that had him in such a chokehold, why it felt like this meant more than it actually did. Dave was his friend, or at least: he was supposed to be. When the officiator announced his name and he stepped through the door, Jack felt as if his legs might have just given out beneath him. He looked more than a friend with the way his dress traced behind him across the aisle. Someone had done his hair, half of it put up into a loose but equally stunning bun with the rest curled over his shoulders, combed through for once. Dave received the same enthusiasm as Jack did when he stepped up on the altar.

"If either of you have vows, or anything of the likes, prepared; now's your chance to say them."

The officiator whispered to them under his breath. Dave nervously tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, eyes coated in that same odd sense of confusion that filled Jack to the brim, before laying his palm into Jack's extended hand. He still wasn't looking at Jack, he didn't have to for him to understand.

"God sports- This is so sudden, I didn't think to prepare anythin'-"

Dave mumbled with an unsure laugh, as if they were actually ought to have something genuine prepared. No poorly run and borderline illegal venue that offered Vegas weddings expected any more of their customers than drunken giggles and maybe a joke or two. It hit Jack all at once. They took this more seriously than it was, purely because they wanted to, because something within him had longed for an opportunity such as this ever since he'd started calling Dave his friend. This wasn't another elaborate joke or anything akin to their usual Vegas escapades; this was genuine.

"Davey..."

He started, blinking through watering eyes. He was utterly in love, dumbfounded by this realisation as he studied Dave with the gaze of something more than a friend. It'd gone unnoticed for so long; it was hard to tell the difference between platonic and romantic when you only had one friend, and no one else even dared to treat you as a person. But it all came pouring in his words, trying to keep himself from crying; something he had hardly done until Dave came around to invoke all sorts of feelings within him.

"You- Are a complete and utter weirdo..."

A lone tear ran down his face, Dave's hand reached up to wipe it away before it could cling to his jaw. He smiled at the act, and Dave finally met his eye, both their gazes being filled with tears of sheer bliss. Drawing a shaky breath, he continued:

"You shouldn't at all make me feel this way, make me smile at anything that even reminds me of you- And yet, you do... So, whether bride or groom, I hope you can find peace with calling yourself mine."

There was so much more to say, about how Dave made him feel alive and human for the first time since that damned night, about how he couldn't help but laugh at every one of his jokes while simultaneously finding himself clinging to that accent he had grown to love. He'd still be here tomorrow if he had to list all the little things, but he feared that he might burst out into tears if he said anything more. Dave understood regardless, he always did, and mouthed a teary-eyed I love you. Something so simple and short, yet the previously repressed weight of it all made the both of them emotional.

"How endearing... Then, let me ask you this-"

The officiator broke the prolonged silence in which looks said more than words ever cool, retrieving a small box from the lining of his suit. Two identical rings, presented to them against a contrasting red cushion. Jack had arranged them in advance; they could hardly be of any value as he only had to pay twenty additional bucks for them, but it was the thought that counted. Jack retrieved the first ring, letting Dave's hand trace through his fingers until he had raised it between them.

"Do you, Jack Fitzgerald Kennedy-"

"Your name's Jack-?"

"Yes- Shut up about it."

"Why? It's cute-"

"-take Dave Miller to be your less-than-lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

He replied with utmost certainty, disregarding their brief exchange as he slipped the ring onto Dave's finger. The size had been an estimate, but it fit perfectly; just another aspect where he knew Dave better than he thought. The silver stood contrasting against his skin, he briefly considered gold might've looked better; he'd have to look into that if either of them remembered this by the time morning rolled around.

"And do you, Dave Miller, take Jack Fitzgerald Kennedy to be your less-than-lawfully wedded husband, through sickness and health?"

Dave retrieved the remaining ring, lifting his hand and slipping it around his finger, mirroring Dave's own. Gently, he raised Jack's hand high enough to press a kiss to the back of it, smiling through all of it. Jack couldn't recall when he had earned such affection, but he wouldn't want it any differently.

"I do."

"I hereby pronounce you-"

He briefly hesitated; Jack couldn't blame him. Dave seemed equally as confident when presenting female as he did male, and it was hard to tell from looks alone. Jack sometimes considered he simply didn't care as to how he was perceived, seeing how easily he embraced typically feminine things such as wearing a dress. He'd have to ask him about it later, he noted to himself before the officiator drew a conclusion:

"I hereby pronounce you married-! You may now kiss the bride."

The words had barely left the stranger's mouth as Jack wrapped an arm across Dave's back, dipping him low as he kissed him with more intent than ever before. Everything that had gone unspoken until now was concealed within the very contact, Dave's hands grabbing onto the lapels of his suit like they were his lifeline. It all lasted a moment longer than it should, hushed rumoring starting up amongst the crowd when he pulled Dave back to his feet. It affected him to his very core, Jack could see it in the expression on his face that must've been all too similar to his own.

"Thank you all for attending, give it up for the newlyweds!"

The group of strangers that'd attended their make-shift wedding cheered once more as they walked back down the aisle, some even standing up to whistle and clap. For a cheap venue that reeked of liquor, it was everything they wanted and more; it was more than they had ever expected of each other. They disappeared into the room Dave had originally emerged from, stumbling right into a hug as if previously coördinated; it always seemed as though they knew what they needed.

"Fuck, Jack- I..."

"Please, keep calling me old sport- I like it better."

He huffed into Dave's hair, burying his face in it to hide his quivering lip as he tried to contain the tears of sheer bliss. It smelled of hairspray with a hint of tangerine, much better than the usual hint of tobacco that followed both of them; Dave looked superiorly beautiful when he was taken care of.

"Sportsy, I-"

It was on the tip of their tongues, Jack knew because he felt it too; they'd just never learnt to say it. Three simple words, and yet it still felt impossible after everything. They'd understood for a long while already regardless, what they'd built transcended language on its own; it was easier that way. Neither had ever learnt to acknowledge something so major, especially not when it came crashing down on them so suddenly. He retreated from the hug, much to Dave's dismay, and put his hands on his shoulders.

"I know- You don't have to say it-"

He whispered and Dave smiled at him thankfully, a sight so lovely Jack felt dubious there was anything he wouldn't do to see it all the time. Moments like these had always existed, but he only now started to notice how frequent they were.

"Y'wanna continue the rest of our little honeymoon in the motel-?"

Jack joked with a wink, it always had been easier to conceal the emotions he couldn't put to words behind a humorous facade. Dave gave him a playful punch in the shoulder, scoffing at the suggestion. He knew all too well that Dave was foreign to the gentle affection Jack had been providing him with as of late; never received it in his childhood and went into adulthood without any desire for it. But Jack could be patient, he was more than content to let their mutual revelation simmer until the both could better comprehend it.

"Hah! Can't even get me dinner first, old sport?"

Dave shot back, gratefully taking the hand that Jack extended to him. It was a start, all affection suddenly felt much more meaningful with their engagement, the metal of their rings cold against their skin. A part of it would have to be relearned, no longer done under the pretense of friendship, sudden intimacy instead of playfulness. They exited through a backdoor, still dressed in their wedding garments and uncaring for the looks they received. It didn't matter when they had each other, when all they could think about was what the one besides them really meant.

Conversation didn't seem to come so easily anymore, the usual flirtatious comments that emerged when alcohol was present didn't seem to be appropriate anymore. Previous; it'd all been jokes, or so they thought. What had just happened had to be more than that, it was just that neither of them had any idea how to address it in anything that wasn't deflecting humor. And yet, neither made an effort to retreat their hand. It was only halfway down their walk to the motel that Jack brutally tore himself from his racing thoughts to note that Dave didn't have his usual fast pace. Typically Jack had to make an effort to keep up with him, considering just about every aspect of him was much taller than it should've been. He glanced down towards the dress which dragged across the pavement - a shame it had to get dirty so early on, Jack would've loved preserving it for a later use that wouldn't occur - and noted that it perfectly concealed the distant click of heels.

"Dude- Are you still wearin' those high heels?"

Jack said with a laugh, stopping in his tracks. Dave's hand nearly slipped from his, the movement almost throwing him off balance, but he stopped too before the contact broke. Judging from his expression, Dave was glad for the opportunity of conversation as he lifted up the bottom of his dress to reveal the heels that they'd stolen as well.

"Yup! And they're killin' my fucking' feet sportsy-!"

"So take them off?!"

"Hah, sure old sport! And get a heroin' needle in my foot?"

Jack nodded defeatedly in response, shooting a glance towards the heels before Dave let the dress fall over them again. He'd have offered to switch shoes and wear them for Dave, but he was certain that he wouldn't be able to walk in those things even if he tried; it was a miracle Dave had even been able to, he wondered briefly if he'd done it before. Despite that, it felt unfair to let Dave alone suffer the consequences of their impulse, and besides; he ought to take care of his bride. He blurted with confidence he didn't really feel:

"I'll carry you."

"What-? Are ya' certain sportsy...?

"Fuck, you don't weight more than a hundredfifty pounds, I can take you-!"

"Oh, I'm sure ya' can take me-"

Dave joked as he presented Jack with a cocky smirk and suggestive wink. He rolled his eyes in response, secretly incredibly glad that Dave still had his usual demeanor. He tried not to let it be known that the suggestion did more to his thoughts than he'd like to admit as he held out his arms to Dave, beckoning him closer. With a little bit of effort due to the difference in their height, Jack managed to pick Dave up in bridal style, unable to suppress a wide smile as he resumed their pace again. Dave had one arm across the back of his shoulders, the other reaching up to hold the side of neck, shamefully burying his face in the crook of it.

"This is so embarrassing sportsy-"

He whined, with the vague resemblance of a laugh and a deep violet across his face. Jack gave his thigh a squeeze where his hand held him underneath it, somewhat of a strange act for the otherwise distant man. He always took his space, it'd already been strange for him to be so eager about the whole wedding ordeal, let alone carry Dave and provide strangely intimate gestures. It was new, a bit startling, but Dave was certain he could get more than used to it.

"Oh c'mon, you're in a wedding dress and this is where you draw the line-?"

"Hey! The dress is stunnin' and you know it!"

His face retreated from the crook of Jack's neck, the hand that was across his shoulders moving up to slap the back of his head. Jack nearly tripped at the motion; the both of them were still a long way from sober. A brief silence fell, contemplating his words as carried Dave closer to their motel. He still wasn't sure if it was appropriate to make a move, it felt more intimate when it wasn't contributional to their otherwise ambiguous relationship; it felt serious.

"You'd be stunning without it-"

Jack mumbled, trailing off the moment he realised the confident tone he had imagined was nowhere to be found. Dave seemed unfazed though, scoffing as he so often would before responding in a joking manner:

"We just got married, ain'tcha goin' a bit fast old sport~?"

"I think we're not going fast enough, we should'a done this way earlier!"

It wasn't merely jokes anymore, that had become incredibly evident when he put that ring around Dave's finger, when their equally teary eyes met once it was over. And yet, through his daze, Jack knew he felt alright with that. It seemed Dave did too, from the way his smile only grew at Jack's suggestion. The motel came into sight as they turned the corner, and Jack set Dave back to the ground, his hand lingering along his side as he did.

"I thought ya' said y'could take me, sportsy-?"

Dave teased, leaning in real close as if to see whether or not Jack would retreat. It was still a task to figure how his liking towards physical contact had changed, Dave remembered when late night cuddles were pushing it not too long ago. Jack didn't budge, instead stepped closer until Dave moved aside to allow him inside.

"Don't get comfortable, you can walk yourself inside just fine-!"

His hand was on Dave's waist again when they walked through the door, towards the elevator that probably shouldn't have passed inspection. Closeness intertwined through both the mental and physical, consistently present even through all that went unspoken. His hand was on Dave's chest the moment the elevator doors slid to a close behind them, as if it was meant to be there. It traced down, leaving a stain of orange foundation, barely concealed adoration behind his eyes.

"I mean it though-"

Dave rested his arms on his shoulders, allowing himself to be trapped between Jack and the wall as his hands traced his sides. There was something different in his otherwise lifeless eyes, something that first appeared when he stepped up that aisle, as if Jack had realised something he already knew long ago.

"-we should'a done this before... You look good."

A sly smile spread across his face as he dipped into the crook of Dave's neck, leaving a featherlight kiss in his wake. He could feel him outright jolt in his place where his hands held his slender waist, squeezing to feel how awfully refined he was under the fabric of that dress. Jack'd seen it before, bones that stood prominently against the skin which hardly contained any fat, despite that, he also saw the beauty which hid beneath the shell of a rotting vessel; the core of his very soul.

"Ya' flatter me old sport..."

He retreated, looking at Dave again, the lovesick smiles on their faces matching. Slender hands toyed with his tie, undoing it as Jack let his palms rest on the other's hips.

"I'm jus' stating the obvious..."

Dave scoffed, as if he still didn't entirely believe it; Jack could sympathize, he knew what it was like. With both hands on the ends of Jack's undone tie, still looped around his neck, Dave pulled him in. Their lips met, rather clumsily, in a gentle kiss that quickly turned into more when Dave ever so slightly parted his lips as an invitation. Even with the heat of their mouths intertwining, nothing could be close enough. The desire for similarity turned into intrigue that highlighted previously unseen differences; complimentary. He'd denied himself the connection for too long already; he had to be with him to feel complete again. His hands wandered, pressed their bodies together as they broke apart in a gasp, traced his lower back until he was squeezing, wringing a needy whine from Dave.

"Jack-"

Much like the sound of his voice; he was a mess, lips bruised and hair undone. A shock migrated through Jack's body at hearing his name whispered through those very lips, temporary and fleeting yet so impactful. For quite possibly the first time in decades, someone saw him again and loved him regardless of his flaws. He would've given him anything and more right there, but the elevator doors opened behind them. Dave was the first to move, Jack still felt too dazed with it all, tie slowly slipping from his shoulders as Dave took it with him.

"Keep up-!"

Dave joked, knowing well that he could in no way outrun Jack in heels. Still, Jack made an effort to reach him as quickly as he could, scared as though he'd be incomplete without Dave by his side. Hands found the lapels of his suit, dragged him along the hallway as Dave nearly stumbled over from walking backwards. It was off before they even reached the door, deft fingers working at the buttons of his waistcoat as they stumbled inside, limbs intertwined. There was an undeniable want that radiated between them, one that had always been present but only now became more evident; a want that needed discussion.

Their lips clashed again before either of them could so much as get a word in, it almost seemed as if there were a magnetic force that drew them together regardless of their command, a unionship so enticing it couldn't be resisted. Orange foundation smothered along Dave's face, slipping Jack's waistcoat off before letting the both of them fall back onto their bed. The aftermath of the wedding definitely still lingered, overjoyed and unphased by the consequences of this entire night, parting with a breathless laugh.

"Just- To be clear... You want this too, right?"

Jack asked, with a little bit of hesitation in his voice. Something in him still feared that he wasn't worthy of love, that the absence of a soul made him inherently unlovable beyond repair. And yet, Dave seemed to compliment that in a way previously unseen, unphased and appending towards all which he lacked. Dave ran a hand along his scalp, letting his fingernails rake along the short hair that'd managed to grow on Jack's head.

"What, sex-?"

"God, you're so vulgar!"

"Look who's talkin' sportsy!"

Mutual laughter resonated through the room, Jack putting his hands on the mattress to support himself, allowing enough room for Dave to start unbuttoning his shirt.

"But, that's what it is, right?"

He worked so agonizingly slow, like every movement had intent behind it, every button that slipped along the fabric only brought them closer. Jack couldn't help but laugh, partially of nerves and partially of endearment at how they would never truly change.

"Yeah that's- That's what I meant."

"Hmh, thought so... I see the way ya' look at me sportsy; that's no way ta' look at a friend."

"Oh c'mon, you're not supposed to marry a friend either!"

"Then, maybe, we ain't exactly friends."

Dave's eyes briefly shot up from where they were peering at Jack's - now nearly exposed - chest to give him a teasing glance, blowing a kiss in the air between them. He couldn't help but smile at the sight, raising a hand to swipe at a tangerine smudge along his lips.

"It's all good with me old sport, but I ain't takin' it from behind!"

Dave's hands were tracing his chest now, nails raking along scars that he otherwise hated to be touched. The sensation of scratches between numb and recipient tissue was so thrilling it almost made him forget about a topic he hadn't yet mentioned, brought back to reality once Dave's fingers curiously traced the two prominent scars below his pecks. Jack considered that he must've noticed before during many of their changes and shirtless collapses into bed, but had simply written it off to be a result of differently placed springlocks.

"I don't- Have the attributes for that anyway..."

He huffed with a nervous laugh, although it spoke volumes that he was even telling Dave this to begin with. Momentarily, Dave gave him a confused look, before carefully reaching a hand down and pressing his palm against the crotch of his pants, finding the absence of a bulge. He nodded, and Jack could practically see the gears grinding in his head, before it clicked into place.

"Oh, I get it-! That's alright with me old sport!"

His casual response reminded him exactly of why he had felt so strangely safe around Dave, even despite his murderous tendencies; he'd love him regardless. No matter how rotten his heart; his soul was pure and full of adoration.

"You're stunnin' regardless..."

Dave mused, and Jack felt his face flush a little at the suggestion. He hadn't exactly considered himself anything in that regard, not even before the springlock accident. Dave's hands moved to brush his shirt off his shoulders, halting before the fabric could fully drop to ask:

"Would'ya want me to go about this any differently old sport-?"

"No- Treat me like you would a man."

"I mean, no homo, but ya' are!"

"I think we've moved past the 'no homo' thing, don'tcha agree? Now turn around so I can unzip you!"

Dave pushed himself off the bed in response, forcing Jack to go along with him. He couldn't help but smile during the whole ordeal, everything from robbing a dress to get married in, to Dave's considerate reaction; he seemed to be the only one who managed to make Jack express joy in such a manner. That was exactly what'd drawn him to Dave; not having to fabricate his emotions for once, effortlessly feeling alive. Fingers worked carefully on the delicate zipper concealed beneath the fabric of his dress, revealing prominent shoulder blades to the dim light that buzzed in through their curtains. He traced the raised tissue of his scars, studying how scarily similar they were to his own as Dave shivered under the touch.

Dave turned back around to face him, dress hanging loosely across his shoulders. The look in his eyes said more than words could, glowing pupils expanding at the mere sight of Jack, a welcome silence embracing them. Dave's hand came to lay on the back of his neck, pressing their foreheads together; close enough to share heavy breaths between them, just far enough to refrain from colliding again. Jack found his hands restlessly tracing his sides again, utterly lost in the moment until one of Dave's hands wrapped around his wrist, raising it to his collarbone.

"Go on-"

Dave encouraged in a whisper, and by his tone of voice Jack could already tell he'd love nothing more than to oblige by whatever Dave would say next.

"-take it off."

His fingers brushed along the fabric draped across his shoulders, eyes flicking to newly exposed chest as he pushed the garment lower, until Dave was able to shake it off him with a muffled thud against the floor. No matter how many times he'd seen Dave undressed, it never became any less of a breathtaking experience. Although he'd gained a little in Vegas, he weighed an unhealthy amount as Jack could nearly count his ribs when he ran a thumb along them. His body told a story Jack was yet to discover, fingers finding irregular scars tattered all around, following along them as Dave's breathing only got heavier.

"Like what ya' see sportsy-?"

His accent hung thick around his words, voice low as if even the littlest sound could break what had begun building between them. Jack couldn't find it in him to be truthful and say how genuinely concerned he sometimes was for Dave's physicality, how he wanted nothing more than to see him healthy, so he nodded solemnly instead. Before he could linger on the topic, Dave's hand seized his jaw and pulled him in for an open-mouthed kiss, orange foundation staining his palm. There were traces of him all over Dave; there couldn't be enough physical evidence of the connection that had previously gone unseen.

Somewhere amidst the stumble back to bed Dave managed to kick his heels off, discarded in a corner to be found in the morning; all that mattered was here and now. They parted, briefly, a string of saliva breaking between them as Dave pulled him onto the mattress. Dave's legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him trapped overtop of him as they melted together again, movement so exhilarating neither of them could fully comprehend it. In a swift motion Jack dipped his hand between them to grind his palm against the growing arousal concealed within Dave's boxers, feeling him outright moan against his teeth.

"Fuck- Ain't ganna last long..."

Dave mumbled into a heavy pant for air, having half a mind to laugh with his statement. His hands were on Jack's back, leaving traces of faintly painful pinpricks where blunt fingernails dug into pale orange. He raised a hand in response, tucking a strand of hair which lay before Dave's eyes behind his ear.

"What, you're that quick?"

Jack teased, with a sickeningly sweet tone. The makeup that'd once been on his face was now shared between the two of them, painting Dave's expression similarly to his. He gave a squeeze where his hand was still between them, feeling Dave roll his hips into the touch.

"Hell sportsy, I could finish to the sight of ya'-"

"Oh shut it, you're not fooling me."

"I'm serious Jack, you're everythin' ta' me.."

It was still foreign to be wanted for Jack, but with everything Dave said and that uncovered adoration in his eyes; he was slowly beginning to grow accustomed to it. Still at a lack of words, he kissed Dave with everything he'd never learn to vocalise, feeling him rut against his hand simultaneously. To love while being loved, in such a raw and lucid way, was more than he had ever expected for himself. With his eyes threatening to come to a close, he could still see the shine of his ring where it cupped Dave's face through his fluttering eyelashes.

Dave let a hand wander along Jack's chest, to his stomach, and finally to the zipper of his pants where he toyed with the seam. He broke away to shoot Jack an inquiring glare, already granted permission in the form of an eager nod before he could verbally ask. In a swift motion, he undid the button and zipper to Jack's pants, removing his legs from his hips to allow him to push the fabric onto his thighs. A pitiful plea came from Jack as Dave moved his hand between his legs to caress him through the fabric of his boxers, teasingly slow strokes that matched Jack's hand. He could feel him gradually grow harder with every sound that escaped his lips through heated kisses, until he was straining and outright twitching.

"Do I need'a use a condom?"

Dave breathlessly whispered in between kisses, cupping Jack's face to study how his weathered skin was beginning to show through his foundation; how Jack became increasingly more evident of a person.

"Yes- Better safe than sorry... Thank you for asking."

"Course sportsy!"

Dave chirped, moving out from underneath Jack to retrieve a condom from his nightstand. Jack, in the meantime, kicked his shoes and pants off. He returned sooner than later, pushing himself up to be level with Jack, who now sat on his knees. He'd never be any less amazed at seeing Jack's scars where they weren't hidden behind a layer of foundation, prideful to have earned enough trust to be shown such vulnerability.

"How d'ya wanna go about this-?"

Dave asked, reaching a hand forwards to take a hold of Jack's. He ran his thumb over the ring around his finger, the one that matched his own, and couldn't help but smile. Jack put his hands on his shoulders, letting himself fall back onto the mattress and pulling Dave along overtop of him.

"Like this."

Jack mumbled, laying his legs on Dave's narrow hips as he gave a roll into his crotch. He visibly flushed at the motion, slowly tracing his hands up Jack's thighs until he was holding his hips, pulling him nearer to grind against him with a slow movement that matched Jack's own. Wrapping his arms around Dave's neck, Jack pulled him nearer to draw him in for a swift kiss. In response, Dave dipped his head below Jack's jawline, sucking a mark into his neck.

Everything felt as if it was too much yet simultaneously not enough to Jack, his whole body in a daze that surpassed that of merely being drunk. His hand was tangled in Dave's hair, nails scraping his scalp as he twitched in his place, unable to suppress soft sounds of unconcealed desire. His other hand was on Dave's waist, clinging on to the little flesh he had in an attempt to match the eager rolls of his hips, head reeling back when he felt teeth graze his neck. He needed more than just the meek friction of Dave grinding against him; mental connection manifested through the physical.

"Davey- Fuck me like I'm your everything, please..."

He could feel the smile on Dave's face against his skin the moment he uttered the words, and couldn't suppress one of his own. He moved back, toying with the waistband of Jack's boxers before shooting one last glance up for confirmation, quickly receiving a nod in approval. Shifting back, he made quick work of removing Jack's boxers, stepping off the bed to discard his own as well. Naked as the day they were born, they reunited on love laced sheets, sharing a quick kiss before Jack felt a weight press against him, just below his abdomen.

He could've drank the sight like a tall glass as Dave straightened his posture, hand skimming the bed for the condom that got lost somewhere along the way. His lips were parted in a heave, a breath he never seemed to quite catch, the situation alone being enough to strip him from his last remaining bodily functions. Except for one, that was, as a droplet of milky white dribbled down his tip. With that same lovesick smile both of them had the entire evening, Dave brought the rubber to his face to tear the packaging with his teeth, making a show out of it for Jack's enjoyment.

It was strange to be so accustomed to each other that there was still room to laugh in such tension riddled situations, the knowledge that they'd maintain their mutual appreciation being beyond comforting. No words were shared when Dave rolled the latex over his length with exasperated huffs, quick glances said more than enough. Seeing Dave sprawled across his abdomen only managed to make him ache more, the images of what was about to come consuming his every last thought. Having reached the base; Dave took himself in hand, gently pressing the tip into Jack. His body jerked at the cold contact, prompting Dave to immediately retreat and shoot his head up.

"Too fast-?"

He asked, with genuine worry in his voice. Jack found it endearing to see how considerate Dave was, he hadn't entirely expected it with how disconnected he seemed whenever he spoke about hookers. Then again, Jack was more than that; Jack shared a ring with him, a past and a distant future. He was the heart to Dave's soul, a simultaneous completion and extension of him. In less than a second he shook his head in response, reaching forward to wrap a hand around Dave's wrist, drawing him nearer.

"No- No, I'll tell you if you go too fast... Promise."

He reassured, nodding towards Dave and underlining his statement with a teasing roll of his hips, grazing against him in the process. Dave shot him a grin in return, leaning back over Jack with one hand on the mattress beside him, the other being used to line himself up again.

"M'kay sportsy..."

He mumbled in response, gently pressing into the heat that had collected between Jack's legs, watching his face contort as his lips parted to release a whiny gasp. With a slow thrust that left Jack gasping for a strangled breath, fingers clutching in the sheets beneath his hands, Dave worked himself halfway into the other. He pressed his forehead to Jack's, inhaled the breaths that pooled from his rushed exhales as he halted his hips in place.

"That's it Jack, just like that..."

Whispered Dave in a praising tone, pressing a kiss to his forehead, uncaring for how the orange foundation would surely stain his lips. One of Jack's hands reached up to tangle itself in Dave's hair at feeling the stretch of him slowly inching deeper, the other remaining grasping at the fabric beneath him. He halted once he stood flush with Jack's hips, giving him time to acclimatize as he crashed their lips together again. Messy open mouths that couldn't get enough of one another, driven by nothing but the thrill of feeling each other beyond their skin.

They quickly broke apart though, interrupted by an eager groan from the back of Jack's throat as Dave drew his hips back, snapping them forward again in an agonizingly slow motion. His hand cupped Jack's jaw, thumb tracing his cheekbone while he whispered adoring praises, no words enough to express the sheer bliss he experienced at feeling Jack completely give into him. Slow and sporadic thrusts took a rhythm, adapting to the reactions it drew from Jack, his own breathing growing unsteady at the heat that pulsed around him.

"God, I love ya' Jack, I really do-"

Dave whispered softly, as if it was a thought that wasn't meant to become spoken word. And right there, Jack finally felt fulfilled again. All that he had lacked for years, the majority of his life, was rocking right into him. Every roll of Dave's hips had him begging for more, if only to feel that thrill of connection again as he brushed right against his cervix. It made him want to cry of overwhelming joy, knowing that no matter how broken he thought he was; there was someone who loved him the same, telling him how good he was doing with each snap of his hips.

"Ha- Fuck, I love you too Davey-"

The soul which he lost and the heart that he was certain Dave didn't have weren't important when they had the other to compliment it. Neither of them had been whole, not in a long time at least, but as long as they had each other they certainly felt like they were. Bodies intertwined, sweat pooling on their foreheads that formed a mixture of both their efforts, Jack's legs wrapped around the other's waist to keep him as close as he could; he never wanted the moment to pass. Momentarily, they were alive, they were human; even if only to each other.

"I meant what I said earlier sports-"

Dave began, interrupted by Jack pressing their lips together, clumsily as their teeth threatened to clash with every thrust that made Jack's body rock beneath him. Still he couldn't help but indulge in the messiness of it all, love in its most primal form, feeling the vibrations of Jack's moans against his tongue.

"-I, mnh~ Ain't lastin' long..."

He rocked his hips onto Dave at the words, lazily matching his thrusts as he wrapped his arms around the back of his neck. Dave gladly obliged to being pulled into a hug, leaning forward over Jack until his mouth was besides Dave's ear; whispering breathless words:

"Me neither... Ghk- That's just what you do to me-"

Even though he couldn't see it, Jack could say with certainty that Dave's smile reeked of nothing but pride at those words, knowing them to be true. He moved a hand to wrap around Dave's wrist, guiding it to where skin was clashing with thrusts growing ragged.

"Just- Here, Stroke it-"

Mumbled Jack, urging Dave's hand towards his clit with eager movements. Dave did as he was told, even through his unfamiliarity with the adapted anatomy of his partner, pumping him into a tight fist. Judging by Jack's reaction, arching his back off the mattress with a vocal moan, he seemed to be doing the right thing. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to Jack's strained muscles, all over his chest and along his scars, until he was certain that Jack knew there wasn't any part of him that he didn't love unconditionally. It sent a whole nother wave of pure indulgent pleasure racing through him, leaving him with a flare in his abdomen that felt as though it could spill with every tug or thrust.

"Fuck- I-! I'm-"

Dave cut him short of the amalgamation of words and pleas that would've followed, kissing him through his orgasm. He shook with it, body growing numb before everything crashed down all at once, hands grabbing at Dave's back as he maintained his pace. Shocks washed over him, crying out Dave's name one final time before his jaw clenched along with the rest of his muscles, only relaxing once Dave's thrusts became infrequently slow. He'd hardly come down when Dave gave one final harsh snap of his hips deep into him, picking Jack up from the bed to wrap him into a hug, chest to chest as he finished with a whimper and a plea of Jack's name.

They sat breathlessly for longer than they should've, simply embracing each other. Two pieces of the same puzzle, a taijitu that'd never be complete without its other half. They needed each other, it seemed that only now began to sink in. Jack was the first to move, combing a hand through Dave's tangled hair, prying at the knots until he could freely run the strands through his fingers. He could still feel Dave pulse with the aftershocks as he grew flaccid inside him, shifting a little at the feeling.

"Ya' were right Jack-"

Dave's voice eventually broke the silence, chin still resting on Jack's shoulder with their faces turned away from each other. It was still foreign to hear his name from Dave, but the memory of it being whispered in a heated whine was enough to make him endorse it.

"-we should'a done this earlier..."

He could hear the smile in Dave's voice, he didn't think he'd ever get tired of that accent which only got thicker when he was tired.

"Glad you agree Davey..."

Jack mused, retreating from the embrace to remove Dave from where he was still buried inside of him, a brief shock jolting through him from the oversensitivity. Something within him mourned the loss, cringed at feeling so awfully empty again, but he was too overcome with exhaustion to register that the whole experience felt like the entanglement of their heart and soul; the fusion of a person. Dave seemed much the same, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he tied a knot in his condom and tossed it into the trash bin, nearly missing.

"Clean up tomorrow-?"

Dave asked in a drowsy voice, already tugging the sheets over his lower body. As much as Jack would've loved to crawl into Dave's arms right away; he knew it was best to urinate after sex to prevent infections and such, even if he was barely alive to begin with.

"I'll be a minute, you go ahead and lay down..."

He said to Dave, pressing a kiss to his forehead before walking towards their dingy bathroom. When he returned, Dave had pulled the sheets over his torso, his eyes already closed but with a content smile lingering on his face. He couldn't help but adore the sight for a moment: Dave, happier than he'd ever seen him, coated in remnants of his orange foundation and with a ring glistening around his finger. Their garments lay scattered across the floor, a messy memory that would make them smile in the morning for sure.

The night had been one of many revelations. Dave seemed more comfortable in a dress than he did in a suit, Jack would have to inquire about it another time. He was more preoccupied with having to accept that he was undeniably in love with Dave, and what that meant for his future. His promise seemed so insignificant compared to how Dave made him feel alive again, and he was perfectly content to push that dilemma further into the future. Instead, he slid into bed and wrapped his arms around Dave's body, still warm and sticky with sweat; not that he would've wanted it any differently.

The dress was one of the few things he'd managed to salvage over the years, initially with the hope that Dave would get to wear it again sometime, and eventually with the intention to bury it alongside him.

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This is my longest one yet... Of all time... Heh... Long.

Last smutshot while I'm still the 'child writing nsfw fanfiction' stereotype lol, birthday coming up. End of an era o7