Death was dandy.

doctor-scratch-deactivated20130 asked: (OMEGA! for Doc.))

[Jack though Doc was a giant, assholish doucheprick for forty forevers

Doc ended up displaying compassionfor him, and the worm turned. but he was super nervous and flaky once Doc accepted him as an interest, as evidenced by their fallings out. But he loves Doc, and is in love with him. Doc is the lightning that crackles the clouds of Jack’s skies, and his being around leaves him breathless]

so which one of us is wearin the dress

oh wait

oh damn

i gotta talk to droog

i think doc would lock me out of his house jus for the sake of me gettin physical with him

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that can certainly be arranged babe

adamantinesmoke:

flagrantlyhomojack:

adamantinesmoke:

…right

Excuse you?

Nothing, Jack.

thats right nothing.

doc better watch out

nothin keepin me from sitting around his house in booty shorts all day now

adamantinesmoke:

…right

Excuse you?

flagrantlyhomojack:

The Retired ‘God’: flagrantlyhomojack: Tension held Jack suspended in the air. He had…

flagrantlyhomojack:

Tension held Jack suspended in the air. He had been with Doc for a while, they had weathered many storms—mostly of Jack’s brewing—and he should have seen…

Jack broke softly from Doc when he gasped, the faintest tips of pointed tips showing in a gentle smile of his own. Being so close against him was electrifying. Quite literally, at times. It was a sensation Jack relished. With a soft, breathless chuckle, the smaller man curled against the other, hand still feeling the warmth of silken skin. To be able to stay like that, that one frame of perfected bliss, forever, was Jack’s wish. But he had to break the silent spell.

“What now?”

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