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[June 17th | 2010] |
Summer 1943
8:42 PM
Captain Doubletree's Office
Jack had been thinking. A lot. About Sam. He’d never admit to that, of course, but it was true all the same. He’d been thinking about Sam and this… this thing between them, whatever it was. He was still scared and he was still confused and he still hated Sam and resented him, but there was one fact he couldn’t deny any longer.
He wanted him.
That fact still made Jack feel ill, made him hate himself, but there wasn’t any way he could deny himself any more. He tried not to think about it, tried not to pay attention to the older man, but that didn’t work. He… he wantedhim, he did, and in this… this intense physical way. It was like an addiction-- every part of his body felt like it was crying out, demanding more, demanding Sam.
Kissing him was all Jack thought about. He thought about Sam’s hands on his face and on his neck and in his hair. He thought about how rough and how exciting it was to be with him, he thought about how good Sam made him feel.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to be alone with him again, he… he wanted it, on the… regular. Jack knew it was wrong, but he figured it didn’t mean anything. Jack still didn’t like him, he didn’t want to talk our touch innocently or joke around with him-- he wasn’t a queer. It was about passing the time, it was about feeling good, and nothing more.
He couldn’t do these things with a woman, after all-- no, that was what marriage was for. With… with a man, it was… well, getting what he wanted without sacrificing his… marital future. With a man it was pointless. No repercussions.
So, Jack made his way over to the block of offices reserved for the ranking men, stopping with a salute at the doorway. “Captain Doubletree requested to see me, Sir,” he explained to the man at the door, and was allowed in with a nod. Jack took off his hat and walked towards Sam’s office inconspicuously, doing a very good job of hiding what he was really there for.
Finally, he arrived at Sam’s door, lifting his hand and knocking. He waited patiently outside, even though he was getting even more anxious for him with every second that passed.
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[June 10th | 2010] |
May 25, 2000
12:32 PM
New York City
“Jesus, Jack, calm down,” June said with a slight laugh, rolling her eyes at the nearly-giddy man next to her. She’d sat with him on the train for a whole hour and a half, listening to him go on and on about how excited he was to introduce her to his boyfriend, how wonderful he was and how hot and charming and funny he was and blah blah blah blah.
She… was happy for him. She was, she really was-- Jack deserved to be happy, he deserved the best. But she was apprehensive. She didn’t know what kind of guy Jack would go for, if he’d live up to her expectations for him, if he’d be good enough for Jack.
June was nervous. And she didn’t want Jack getting his heart broken.
The blond in question practically leaped to his feet as the train slowed, and was the first one in line at the door to get out. He pulled June though the crowd, making both of them laugh, and they held hands as they pushed through the throng of people heading upstairs. After a relatively short walk, Jack and June arrived in the main hall, standing on a marble floor beneath a turquoise-painted sky.
“He should be here somewhere, he said he was waiting,” Jack said anxiously, looking around rather desperately for his boyfriend.
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