#( UUHH THIS ENDED UP PRETTY ANGSTY HSHDJSJSJ ;_; )

[astrogone]

​Spots to Kiss: A Kiss on the Jawline ( @godbanes​​ ) — Donovan / Jack

“Please?”

                                       “No.”

“Pretty please?”

                                       “No.”

“P—”                                        “I WILL leave you.”

A pathetic whine escapes from Jack as he practically clings onto Donovan’s leg that is about to leave his sight, trying not to to get his bruised jawline contacted with the other’s knee. Although there is no blood on him from the severe cuts, the sharp pain still dwells through pulsing, torn flesh. He doesn’t think Donovan would let him sit this close to him if he was stained with blood. Or even a speck of dirt. Yet it seems like asking him for a kiss on his little, bitty boo boo after he had hurt himself climbing over the playground is still too much for him.

Always the dirty damned Jack you are, Donovan would say. Jack takes that title with pride because that is all he is; he would not know himself in any other ways. Though when he sees that particular dark gleam across Donovan’s eyes during this amusing night, he feels joyful, thinking that he appreciates him like that anyway.

“Jack states that Donovan is mean,” he huffs.

Donovan bears a fake offended look. “Ouch, I’m hurt,” he says sarcastically. “Come up with a better insult than that and I’ll stay.”

Jack tilts his head, thinking. Then smirks. “Jack insults him about how Jack is a better kisser than him.”

A roll of eyes is given— so hard, someone else may be the one bleeding tonight. “Nice try, Jack, I’m never going to kiss your stupid, little injury. How old are you? Three?”

“Ummm... Jack doesn’t rem—”

“It’s a rhetorical question, oh my God.”

“Jack! Wants! Just! One! Kiss! From! Donovan!” Jack jumps in his seat as he emphasizes every single one of his word. Wincing each time he lands and causes the pain to spread deeper than before.

“The only thing you’ll get from me is a punch if you keep asking me for that,” Donovan retorts.

“Jack asks how is that even better for Donovan? That just makes Jack want him to kiss his jawline more then—” “Okay, I’m going, goodnight.”

“WAAIIIITTTTT!” Jack clings onto two legs now. Donovan shoves him off, but is waiting for his next words. Impatiently, of course. “Jack promises he will never talk about it, so... please? Just a one second kiss to make Jack feel better?” He attempts to pull off a puppy look on Donovan, shiny eyes and head tilted and all. Donovan scoffs, throwing his cigarette down and stomping on it, as if that is an equivalent to beating Jack up for having to be a complete weird baby about this whole situation to him.

“Fine, fine, fine. I’m only doing this just because I know you’ll never shut up about this.” The last part could be said either to Jack or himself, though it can be both, Jack thinks. He doesn’t plan to dwell over that thought for too long when, at last! He is finally getting a kiss! Jack leans himself closer to Donovan and it is only a bare brush his jawline gets from him. Even though Donovan had truly taken his words with giving him a one second kiss, the disappointment still burns in him for the kiss lasting too soon. In a blink of an eye and nothing feels right. It is too much like a breeze during the gentle times, or a feather ticking on nose. Nothing about it screams Donovan.

Knowing him though, with sharp grins and a heavy heart, Jack should had known this would happen.

Yet hope prevails all.

“You’re thinking too loud,” mutters Donovan, shaking Jack’s shoulder to take him back to the reality. Jack almost doesn’t want to go back, but he still listens to him because it’s Donovan. “Let’s go home, it’s getting cold here.”

Jack slowly nods, standing up from the bench, his knees nearly buckling as the world sadly sways beneath his feet. He comes to realize that he doesn’t feel any better after all of this. “Okay.” Strangely, for once, he’s quiet, but Donovan doesn’t acknowledge it. Certainly not when he takes another cigarette from his pocket and lights it, as if he’s burning the phantom kiss on his lips, before he walks away, not waiting for Jack to follow him. Donovan knows what Jack has been thinking, and Jack knows that he will only ignore his thoughts of wanting more from him. More of him.

The only times Jack does get that desire is when they are either drunk or high, but he can’t appreciate Donovan properly. He can’t when Donovan doesn’t let him— want him to.

Even when it hurts, he still follows Donovan because he loves him too much.

#( UUHH THIS ENDED UP PRETTY ANGSTY HSHDJSJSJ ;_; ) #( I did noticed how the only times they would kiss are when they’re drunk [ or high from Donovan’s end ] ) #( and I wanna play around the concept of when they’re NOT and ) #( of course it had to be angsty ahdhsJSNS DJJD FCKU ;A; ) #˚* ੈ✧ ‧ ( answers . ) you know i'll take my heart clean apart ; if it helps yours beat #˚* ੈ✧ ‧ ( queue . ) maybe i’ve done enough #( * jack . ) #donovan tag. #godsbane