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I'll Be Gone Before You See Me
Nov. 18th, 2008 01:59 amI blame this on The Ballad Of Barry Allen. Which I Cannot. Stop. Listening. To.
Jake/Shane snippet from the unwritten superhero novel of doom.
This is how Jake remembers their first kiss: it's late, 2 or 3 in the morning. The league's rotation (thank you, Jamie) had him and Shane patrolling together that night, and they've just finished up. It was a quiet night, nothing more troublesome than muggings and drug dealers, not enough for them to break a sweat.
Shane says, a little shyly, "would you like to get a cup of coffee, before we head home for the night?" And Jake knows it's innocent on his part, but hey, he's not tired, and it's not like he's going to turn down the chance to spend a few more minutes with Shane. Which, when he thinks about it, is just pathetic, acting like a lovesick teenage girl, but he's still not going home.
They change back into their civvies on a rooftop, and Jake very carefully averts his eyes, and knows Shane is doing the same, though probably for different reasons. And then they drop silent back onto the street and become just part of the city again, just two men walking down the sidewalk and laughing softly to each other, on the way to a twenty-four hour diner nearby Jake knows that serves phenomenal coffee. It's that simple.
The coffee is good. The conversation is better. And after, standing in the dim sodium glow of the streetlamp outside, neither of them quite want to leave. Shane fidgets nervously, half turning like he's going to hail a cab, but oddly reluctant, and Jake's on the verge of finding some crazy excuse (I think that mob boss from last week figured out where my apartment is) to follow him home. He gets as far as Shane's name, and is surprised by how low and broken his voice sounds. It makes Shane turn back to him, eyes wide, and in the aching silence that stretches between them, everything suddenly comes together - this moment, this night, his entire life - and he leans forward, and he kisses him.
Jake doesn't know if he'll ever get the chance to do this again, so he makes the kiss last as long as he can. He's never been more glad of his powers than he is right then, when it lets him pretend he can keep this from ever, ever ending.
Jake/Shane snippet from the unwritten superhero novel of doom.
This is how Jake remembers their first kiss: it's late, 2 or 3 in the morning. The league's rotation (thank you, Jamie) had him and Shane patrolling together that night, and they've just finished up. It was a quiet night, nothing more troublesome than muggings and drug dealers, not enough for them to break a sweat.
Shane says, a little shyly, "would you like to get a cup of coffee, before we head home for the night?" And Jake knows it's innocent on his part, but hey, he's not tired, and it's not like he's going to turn down the chance to spend a few more minutes with Shane. Which, when he thinks about it, is just pathetic, acting like a lovesick teenage girl, but he's still not going home.
They change back into their civvies on a rooftop, and Jake very carefully averts his eyes, and knows Shane is doing the same, though probably for different reasons. And then they drop silent back onto the street and become just part of the city again, just two men walking down the sidewalk and laughing softly to each other, on the way to a twenty-four hour diner nearby Jake knows that serves phenomenal coffee. It's that simple.
The coffee is good. The conversation is better. And after, standing in the dim sodium glow of the streetlamp outside, neither of them quite want to leave. Shane fidgets nervously, half turning like he's going to hail a cab, but oddly reluctant, and Jake's on the verge of finding some crazy excuse (I think that mob boss from last week figured out where my apartment is) to follow him home. He gets as far as Shane's name, and is surprised by how low and broken his voice sounds. It makes Shane turn back to him, eyes wide, and in the aching silence that stretches between them, everything suddenly comes together - this moment, this night, his entire life - and he leans forward, and he kisses him.
Jake doesn't know if he'll ever get the chance to do this again, so he makes the kiss last as long as he can. He's never been more glad of his powers than he is right then, when it lets him pretend he can keep this from ever, ever ending.