#jacksandy week

just some cuties ready for summer 

DAY 7: free day

It’s a different feeling to watch the stars from Earth. It’s strange to think of his life from before, a life of jumping from shooting star to shooting star or leaving a blazing tail across the sky as he dreamed on. While dreams felt more tangible to him, that past life felt more like the dream, leaving him wondering if they truly existed at all. He’s not sure if he misses it completely, but when he looks up at the night sky, sees a dark patch where a star should be, he understands he longs for his time as a pilot. Here though, in snowy Burgess, under the night sky, holding Jack’s hand as dreamtrails light up the frozen pond, he doesn’t feel that same longing. Jack points out constellations, real and make-believe, and tells him of beautiful stories of the stars Sandy’s heard in the dreams of dreamers over the years. He loves the way Jack tells them, though, so full of that bright light he saw in him all those years ago. Jack tells Sandy of things Jamie has told him, a young man in his own right by this time, and Sandy only corrects him sometimes, if only because Human science is good but still so young. Jack never lets go of his hand and with his crook resting in his lap as he points to more stars, Sandy’s own free hand starts moving. It’s lovely the way Jack goes soft and quiet when Sandy’s fingers find his jaw, turning his face towards him. Jack’s eyes are a brilliant blue and so deep, holding snowflakes and loneliness and age, but in this moment only holding twinkling affection. Sandy smiles and tilts his head as Jack leans his own down. Oh yes, he thinks, Jack’s eyes are the best kind of stars after all. They kiss and it’s warm and cold, brilliant and calm, soft and fantastic, and Sandy feels like he’s flying amongst the stars again.

Jack has certainly smuggled a number of things in his life. He smuggled a thing of snowballs to Jamie once during a snowball fight he and Monty had versus some bigger kids from the middle school. Jack found that while he can’t get into too much ruckus with children, protection of them and all, he can’t not help even the score sometimes when he can. He has also smuggled Rudolph, who actually exists and talks and Jack is still not sure how it works but he has a talking, glowing nose reindeer friend so he doesn’t care, some extra carrots from the kitchen. Plus maybe a whole plate of meat pies because he likes them and because whole plates of meat pies left unattended are just begging to be eaten. So as he flies over a sapphire blue ocean with a carton of ice cream under his hoodie, one hand holding on to it as the other grips his crook, he just laughs happily at the imagined vision of Sandy smiling once he sees. Once he gets there, Sandy doesn’t disappoint at all. Jack’s trying to open the thing while he tells Sandy how he got the thing. Sandy makes a star appear above his head before Jack even started and Jack shakes his head, telling him that Jamie’s family had just finished off their ice cream and his mom had cookies for them instead. It had actually been Cupcake. She had flagged Jack down and had been holding it up to him as his feet touched the ground. She mentioned that her Dad had been buying groceries that day and forgot to look at the label, not realizing that the chocolate ice cream with actual pecans in it were probably not good for his daughter with the nut allergy. As she continued on with the story, telling Jack about her Uncle really balled out her Dad about it, he looked down at the carton in wonder before he wrapped his free arm around her. As much as Cupcake was the toughest kid in Jamie’s whole town, she still leaned into the hug and patted his back. Sandy made a few symbols over his head, one looking like an ice cream cone, the other looked like two hands reach for each other, along with a snowflake and pillow followed by a question mark. He squints at the hands and tilts his head, “Is that the symbol for share?” Sandy nodded “Oh, then yeah Sandy.” Jack says, smiling, “What? Did you think I wouldn’t share my treat with you?” Jack has another word on his tongue, something he’s heard over the years but something he’s too nervous to say out loud. Sandy looks at him, eyes sparkling with something kind but something that feels like it’s only for him, and Jack wonders if Sandy has the same word on his lips. Sandy goes to get silverware, coming back with two spoons made of shells, at which Jack suspect they were a gift from those lovely mermaids that are suspiciously absent, and Sandy lets Jack take the first scoop. Jack tries not to be greedy, even though his mouth is watering already and he licks at his lips once the lid pops off. It’s still nice and cold, but soft enough that there’s no resistance as he takes his first spoonful. He brings it quickly to his mouth and it’s like an explosion in his mouth. Food in the 21st century is so different, so good, so full and vibrant of flavor and spices and techniques to bring the fullness of the food that he loves to appreciate. As the smooth, heavy taste of the chocolate fills his mouth, the sweetness and richness leaving him in euphoria, he closes his eyes and makes a sound of complete bliss. His eyes fly open and he brings a hand over his mouth, staring at Sandy whose smiling wickedly at him. Jack hears the crackling of ice forming as he groans in embarrassment, his cheeks feeling tight from the frost growing there. Sandy throws his spoon behind him, Jack watching be buried halfway in the sand,  and be possibly lost if a strong wind comes to finish the job, and watches Sandy take Jack’s spoon. Blues eyes follow the movement as Sandy scoop up his own spoonful and brings it to his lips, slowly licking it clean. Jack swallows thickly and hears even more crackling. Sandy closes his eyes at some point and little, golden suns pop around his head, spinning as his smile grows wider and Sandy floats off the ground. Jack chuckles and takes a hold of Sandy’s hand, guiding him gently back to earth as the little man opens those big, golden eyes of his. Jack stares into them, blue matching gold, and finds himself leaning in closer. Sandy does the same. Slowly, ever so slowly, Sandy moves that hand holding the spoon. He scoops up another taste, bringing it back up and Jack’s hand reaches out to take it. Sandy’s hand stops it, curling his tiny fingers around Jack’s as he shakes his head. Jack’s brows furrow before he watches the spoon move closer before he understands. He feels more frost grow, right on to his ears even, and looks to the spoon and back to Sandy, smiling. He opens his mouth, tries to resist the urge but eventually says “ahhh~!” Sandy’s shoulders shake with silent laughter as he rolls his eyes. He lets the spoon touch Jack’s lower lip and Jack wraps his lips around, dragging his lips across the spoon. Jack savors the taste, never looking away from Sandy as the other stares at his lips. Once he’s finished, he tilts his head and leans in to kiss him. Their lips meet, Sandy’s nice and soft and warm, and Sandy needs no prompting to open his mouth. Jack smiles against the other’s lips before opening his own, slipping not only tongue, but the little piece of pecan into his mouth. Sandy is warm and tastes like chocolate and this is probably the best kiss he’s ever had in all his three-hundred and seventeen years. And it’s his own fault for breaking it off once he hears giggling. Jack straightens his back as he feels the frost grow back as he looks toward the shore, watching waving wails and webbed fingers and looks to see the lovely ladies attached to them. Eyes that have seen more treasure than Jack has ever known and more rare creatures that lurk down, in the darkest depths of the ocean, stare at the two lovers glitteringly. Some begin cooing, perfect lips forming perfect pouts that no creature with a heart could resist, as others giggle like sea bubbles as he makes out the pearly color of their teeth. He groans miserably at them and they flutter their eyelashes, as though they have nothing to apologize for. Jack turns to Sandy for guidance but the little man is glowing happily and chewing on the pecan like the two lovers don’t currently have an audience. Jack eyes Sandy, and then Sandy’s lips, and then turns his head to the ever attentive mermaid group, and gives a very, very long sigh, “Come on,” Jack says, picking up the container, “We might as well share.” Jack and Sandy continued using the shared spoon as the girls used their fingers to scoop up chocolate goodness, some chewing happily at their nuts that their fins moved frantically. Jack was alright with the girls coming though, because ice cream is definitely one of those things that was more to share with others. Besides.....with the look Sandy gave him as they finished the container, and even the more intense look as Jack licked at his fingers, he’s sure he’ll get some more dessert the minute Sandy and he are alone.

DAY 1: BEACH/SUMMER jack may have stolen the ice cream but ykno

At the time, it was because he hadn’t had an audience. Now, in North’s workshop, in the guest room Jack was given and Sandy likes to share with him, he finally has an audience to sing for. Which makes it more embarrassing when he feels like his throat is going to clamp shut.  Sandy and Jack have the same affinity for music: they love it. They listen to all kinds of music, from anywhere they can. They fly everywhere, to hear the radios blaring a million different songs, to the street performers who leave no filter between their performance and their audience, to even the thin walls or open windows of clubs letting their music pour through the streets. They love it all and dance to it whenever they can. Sometimes, Sandy likes to sign to the song. His sand whirls back into his sleeves or swirls back into Sandy’s ever present dreamcloud, and he begins to move his hands, a dance in and of itself. Jack knows more American sign language than any other, but if Sandy keeps signing in French, he may learn more than he does of the Russian. It is Sandy’s way of singing and it is beautiful, to not only see his hands to flow with the music seamlessly, but to see’s Sandy’s face become as expressive as the singers voice. Jack watches, leaning forward, captured and dying to join in, to sing along with Sandy. He always opens his mouth, always take in a deep breath, always ready to begin. Yet, always, he stops, closing his mouth and slips back into the role of attentive audience member once more. But now they’re alone, in a room that isn’t quite soundproof, but if he was quiet, no one outside of this room would be able to hear. The question was, would Sandy even want to? He looks to Sandy, who is flitting about the room, his head whipping back and forth before resting his chin on his hand with a thoughtful expression. Jack raises an eyebrow and closes his eyes, drumming his hands on his crook in his lap. “If you’re looking for the thingy that looked like a seashell, the one with the spikes and shimmered whenever I touched it, it’s in the top shelf of the drawer where all your other doohickeys are.” Jack says, cracking an eye open to look at Sandy turn to him. His eyes are wide and his mouth has fallen into a perfect “o” as he stares at him. His face shifts, his eyes going rounded and bright as the corners of his mouth touch either side of his face. Sandy jumps in midair, sandy gold stars shooting from his head and he gives him a tiny salute. Both of his eyes open as Jack smiles back, watching Sandy rush over to the drawer. Jack’s eyes never leave Sandy, even as his smile falls a bit, the light in his eyes dimming a bit, as he gnaws on his lower lip. Sandy is still rummaging through the drawer, his hands pushing away tiny machines that clank and clatter noisily, his head tucked low and close to the drawer. After another minute of this, Jack takes a deep breath and comes to a decision. “Hey, um, Sandy?” Sandy pauses, raising his head and turning toward Jack, a question mark forming over his head. “Um,” Jack starts, shifting a bit on the bed so he could face Sandy, “When you’re done finding your whose-a-whats-it, I was wondering if you could come here for a second?” Sandy blinks at him and start closing the drawer, moving towards Jack. Jack rolls his eyes, giving him a lidded eye look and Sandy forms another question mark, the raising of his eyebrows plus sky smile he gives him, completing his sarcastic look. He jumps once more and lands on the bed, settling down beside Jack and shifting to face him. Jack’s stomach turns itself into knots when Sandy fixes his eyes on him, mentally wishing he had thought of a song before he called Sandy over. Jack takes another deep breath, “Okay, so um, I wanted to…try something.” One of Sandy’s eyebrows quirks up and he tilts his head, another question mark appearing before Sandy waves it away and creates a little check mark. Jack smiles at him and Sandy smiles back, his hand reaching out to take Jack’s. Jack’s hand gives Sandy’s a light squeeze as Sandy rubs his tiny thumb along pale knuckles. Jack takes another breath, trying to calm the nerves that must be tipping Sandy off. He licks his lips, closes his eyes, takes one more deep breath, and parts his lips. A song floats out between his lips. “Fly me to the moon, and let me play amongst the stars,” Jacks sings, the rough sound of his voice smoothing out quickly, becoming almost pleasant to his own ears. Jack takes another look at Sandy, whose eyes are wide and his face is slack, before smiling and continuing. “Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter…and Mars.” He makes his eyes go lidded and his voice goes softer, hopefully smoother, at the end. He wants to play, maybe try and go for that soft, velvet tenor he hears in Jazz singers. He leans in close and tries to feel and look confident. Sandy is still staring at him, his shock turning into awe which turns into something warmer, something heated, as they lean in closer. Jack’s breathes lightly on Sandy’s lips as his eyes flutter closed, his mouth still moving, “In other words, please be true…” Jack’s other arm wraps around Sandy as the other’s hand fists his hoodie, “In other words….baby, kiss me.” Their lips meet a second after wards, their heads tilting as they deepen the kiss. Jack feels Sandy part his lips, his tongue swiping at Jack’s lower lip whose mouth opens to take Sandy’s lower lip in between his teeth. He’s not sure how long they’ve been kissing until they break for a second, panting slightly, Jack’s cheeks beginning to frost over as Sandy’s face looks a tad bit like it’s glowing. Jack chuckles and Sandy smiles at him, his lidded eyes flashing amber and it causes a shiver to run up Jack’s spine. Sandy forms a pair of full lips, a heart, and an exclamation point above his head. Jack laughs, raising his arms to wrap around Sandy, “Sexy? Really? You sure, because I’m not completely convinced-” Sandy silences him with another kiss.