Forget, Yes, Forgive, No
Jack drew his hand over
Daniel's ass, feeling the drag of sweat-damp skin. "Daniel?"
"You know, there's something I've been meaning to ask..."
"Did you guys really do that thing? With the short straw;
Bewilderment gave way to comprehension. "Oh. That."
"Yeah." Jack pressed a hopeful, gentle kiss on a certain spot on
Daniel's collarbone. "So?"
"Jack, we were angry. Angrier still when we found out it was a trick."
"I know that."
"And hurt. All of us."
"I know that, too." Another kiss.
"Jack, it's only been two years. Ask me next year."
"Oh, for -"
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