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; you know."

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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