#bittyxjack

[justcallmebbbarnes]

Everything about the Check Please fandom is fuckig everything I could have ever asked for. I love every single one of you nerds.

[snowystater-blog]

(bittyxjack) Pls write something like that 💕💕💕

thank you so much for prompting with this, i had a lot of fun with it!

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jack likes routines; it helps to keep him on track, to keep him moving forward, taking great strides towards improving himself in ways he never would’ve imagined occurring so much as a year ago. much like he couldn’t imagine bitty – right here, right now, in his bed while he takes his early morning shower – like this, not a year ago. it helps him to breathe, comforted by the steadiness and sureness of it all.

eric, on the other hand, likes routines less than his boyfriend; he’s aware there’s a reason to have them in place, and they do help, but that doesn’t mean he has to like them (much less stick to them when he’s procrastinating like the champ he is at that, as displayed for all to see on his twitter), and he certainly doesn’t prevent jack from having his. he can hear jack in the shower now, a sleepy smile on his face as he keeps half of it pressed against the older man’s pillow, inhaling the scent he’s become accustomed to over the past months, comforted by it and the sounds that come from the bathroom.

okay, so maybe he doesn’t dislike routines as much as he used to.eric can feel his eyelids dropping shut again, the steady and even thrum of the shower through the thin bedroom wall lulling him back to sleep, figuring that it wouldn’t hurt to have another hour or so to sleep. he doesn’t get that far, however, not when he feels more than sees the dip of the bed and all 6'4" of his glorious providence falconer is hovering over his smaller frame to grab his attention again. the kisses against his exposed back, moving up up up over his spine, sheets pooling at his waist, making eric shiver.

this routine is something he could get used to, oh yes, and it’s one of his favorite parts of theirs together. it feels permanent and like it will remain to be a sure thing for as long as eric lives, for as long as they both live, and he has to be careful not to allow such thoughts to escape him via his mouth lest he scare jack with just how deep in this, and them, he already is. it even scares himself, sometimes, when he dwells on it for more than a few moments without something to distract from it.

“bits,” the sound makes warmth pool in his chest and eric slowly rolls onto his side, then his back, freeing his arm from beneath himself in the process to reach up and cup jack’s jaw with both hands, any worries disappearing with each firm and loving kiss pressed to his lips. he pays no mind to the water droplets falling from jack’s hair to his own and his face, distracted by the french that rolls easily off of jack’s tongue to make his cheeks warm instantly. “je t'aime.”

“jack,” eric murmurs softly, his voice deeply accented as it always is when he’s first awoken, the drawl thicker until he’s more awake and aware, and jack doesn’t even know why but he loves eric all the more for it. his chest expands and, upon seeing the bleary but ultimately fond smile on his lover’s face, it feels like a swarm of butterflies are taking flight behind his rib cage where his heart is beating so, so fast. he feels light headed, but he can’t look away or even blink until eric responds, the sentiment completely mutual. “je t'aime aussi.”

they both ache, two hearts beating as one as they share one final embrace before jack has to leave for his morning run, a tender and light kiss pressed to eric’s forehead in lieu of a vocalized, “goodbye.” they’re not speaking over skype, and jack will return soon enough, so it’s not a part of this domestic routine they share together. what is a part of it, however, is eric getting out of bed so he can make them breakfast shortly before jack returns.

perhaps this routine can be an exception to the rule, after all.