There’s never enough time to spend together…
Jack Howard x Dean Dobbs
Fluff and angst galore!
It’s become normal, Jack realised, for them to be more affectionate when they’re together. After long periods apart, Dean will rush into his arms when they get off the train and Jack will spin him round. Dean’s hair will get windswept, and Jack will be dizzy, but it won’t matter because they’re finally together.
The cuddling on the sofa is pretty nice too, soft and warm and safe. They always do it after a video now, it’s like a stupid ritual or something. Jack will flop onto the soft sofa and Dean will lean into him. Sometimes Dean will fall asleep on his shoulder, sometimes they hold hands for no other reason then it feels nice, and Jack will always remember the time when Dean pinned him on the couch, but was too tired to do anything else but fall asleep on top of Jack.
The hand holding doesn't end when they leave the sofa though. It’s simple enough to slip a hand into Dean’s, intertwining their fingers with a simple explanation of “It’s cold.” Dean doesn't even bother to have an excuse anymore He just grips Jack’s hand and beams up at him. Sometimes Jack just takes his hand when they’re out and about, rubbing circles on it because it’s just something they do.
This isn't the only time Dean doesn't offer an explanation. Jack always offers the bed, as Dean’s the guest, but Dean always says he’ll be fine. That never stops him from slipping into Jack’s bed and cuddling up with him. They never seem to be able to sleep unless they’re pressed together, but Dean can never seem to decide what position he likes best. Sometimes it’s with his face pressed to Jack’s chest, other times it’s with his back pressed to his friend’s chest. No matter what way Dean is sleeping though, he always manages to be touching his best friend. Jack guesses that with such a short time together, it really isn't worth being apart.
Dean sleeping on him doesn't end in the daytime either. When Jack is editing, he’ll feel Dean flop onto the seat next to him and put his head on the editor’s shoulder, asking stupid questions that Jack loves to answer. There’s something brilliant about the way Dean smiles when he’s really, truly happy. His eyes sparkle and Jack always gets a stupid urge to kiss him.
The only moment Jack doesn't like is when Dean has to leave. They both promise to call, to talk on Skype, to text and to tweet. But it’s never enough. They just want to be close enough to touch, close enough so that if one of them wants the other, all they need to do is walk a couple of steps. The worst thing is Dean’s tears. The one night where Dean doesn't come into his room is the last night. Jack will lie awake as Dean cries himself asleep, before going downstairs and lifting Dean up in a bridle carry. He’ll wipe away the tears that glisten on his friend’s face, and cuddle him close, listening to the slow, regular breathing that tells him Dean is happy in his land of dreams. Dean will be gone in the morning, with a note that says “I’ll see you soon.” He never adds the words it isn't soon enough. Jack adds those, as he stares at the blurry editing screen, wishing Dean was there.