50 Ways to Leave, Seven and Eight

[brainofck]

By way of explanation

Seven

Daniel opened the door groggily. Jack shoved him back, the door slamming shut behind him, Daniel against the wall with a hot tongue down his throat, a cool hand down his sweats. No requests. Jack maneuvered them to the couch, shoved Daniel over the arm, undid his fly. Somehow there was lube, then Jack was fucking him with no prep. It burned but Jack knew what to do and there was a new, embarrassing stain on Daniel's couch. Jack was zipped up and out the door so fast the breeze from the hall on Daniel's bare ass made him shiver.



Eight

"I'm sorry about your nose," Daniel said, fingers twining through Jack's silken-soft hair.

"I deserved it," murmured damply against Daniel's skin.

"Still doesn't make it right," Daniel replied.

Daniel relished the feel of Jack's relaxed body in his arms. Daniel could count the times Jack stayed on the fingers of one hand. He longed for these times – after.

"This isn't right, either. I can't do this."

Daniel didn't answer.

Jack started moving. "I should go."

Daniel desperately wanted...

"I've never asked you." He stopped before he started.

"That's the best reason to go."

Daniel sat listening to Jack's retreating footsteps.

Comments

[brainofck.livejournal.com]

Ha! Meanwhile, I often find it hard NOT to write crack. Ah, well. Still, your problem is much more complicated than mine. I just have to focus on one isolated moment of leaving. Some of them will go together in long chains, but I only have to roughly imagine what the events are in between - I don't have to write plot or dialog or anything.