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Something always needed repairs and something was always damaged. Jack sat down hard on a chair by the kitchen table and tugged off his gloves. He set them on the table, gently pulled off his goggles, and rested them on top.
“Jack?”
Jack’s face brightened at the voice and he looked up. Through the doorway that led into a ‘living-room,’ a little girl with long brown hair poked her head out. He raised his arms and she ran into them, hugging him.
He petted her hair, “How was your day, Abbs?”
She dramatically deflated, “So boring. Ava still won’t let me in the Nursery and Celine just made me sort files by dates.” She pulled away and looked up at her uncle, “I miss when you would take me to work. It was fun.”
He booped her nose, “It was slowly blinding you.”
She wrinkled her nose, “But Sy can fix that.”
It was true that Simon could do that. He was the only one capable since Jack’s blood wasn’t as…. Alive. “Abby, we’ve been through this.” He rested a hand on her shoulder, “You’re too young for the trials.”
It had been nearly six years since the COI pulled Simon out of the blood ocean. Nearly six years since Jack came back from certain death.
He pulled his niece into a tight hug, cherishing the warmth and flesh that she was. “I can’t risk losing you.” He whispered.
She nodded her head, “I know. I love you too.”
With no animals to test on, they started with seeds that were stored away. A few drops of blood into the soil every few weeks proved to be remarkable for its growth. After a few months they had a whole baby tree growing, baring bright red apples. They were small, about the size of a toddler’s fist.
But they were safe to eat.
As long as Simon kept donating his blood, they could have proper food. Apples lead the way to potatoes, carrots, radishes, rice, wheat, beans, and peaches. Fuck man, the peaches were so much better than the orange paste he grew up with.
Water was still an issue but Jack knew it wouldn’t be for long. He was just working in the Nursery, and saw Ava and Dave working on creating a cloud with the condensation that came from the plants.
Life was improving so damn much.
But the effects of Simon’s blood in people have been mixed. Some it saved, others it hardly did anything, and a rare few passed. His blood was only deemed worthy of using on someone if they were on the brink of death. It had the most success rates then.
Jack changed the subject, “I made you something, an early birthday present,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small and delicately made flower. Thin pieces of scrap metal artfully and lovingly welded together to create a floral hair clip about the length of his pinky. “It’s an apple blossom.” He said, carefully tucking Abby’s hair behind her right ear, and clipping her bangs out of her face.
Her pale blue eyes were wide, “Do I get another cool present tomorrow?”
He snorted and ruffled her hair, the clip holding well, “That took me weeks to make, no.”
Abby gave a frown but her bright eyes betrayed her mock annoyance. “I bet Simon will have a cool present to give me.”
“Bold of you to assume he would remember what day it is.”
She pulled up a chair to sit on, “I miss him.” She leaned her arms on the table, “What time is he coming home?”
Home.
The way she said it so casually made Jack’s heart thump. This, right here, was what he wanted to live for.
He glanced at the ‘window’ that displayed the day and night cycles. “He should be here around sunset. So another hour or so.”
She hummed, “So are you going to tackle him in a four limb hug and kiss him silly like a lovesick fool again or are you going to let me hug him first?”
Jack’s eyes blew wide and he was speechless for a moment. “What?” Was all he could manage to string together.
She raised an eyebrow, “Whenever he goes off on these long trips, you always get to love him first and I have to awkwardly stand there and wait for you two to stop eye fucking.”
“Language,” He pointed a finger at her, “you’re still twelve.” He dropped his finger, “And where did you learn that term?”
“Ava.”
Jack rolled his eyes, “Of course it was her. And for your information, we aren’t eye fucking, we’re just. Looking at each other.”
Abby raised both eyebrows and Jack playfully grabbed her head and pushed it down as he got up. She giggled, “Seriously, when are you two going to get married?”
Married? He turned around, “We aren’t even dating, Abby.”
She gave him a puzzled and exasperated expression, “He lives with us and you two aren’t exactly quiet.”
His ears burned pink, “You’re supposed to be asleep.”
“Hard to sleep with the sound of clapping and muffled moans.” She deadpanned.
Jack stuttered, his cheeks slowly turning pink at the realization that he may have exposed his niece to even more adult things. “I- we don’t- since when- Argh!” He closed his eyes, “We’re dropping this.”
“‘Not together,’ my ass.” She muttered.
“Abigail!”
She laughed and raised her hands in surrender, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry!”
Before he could chide her more for her colorful language (thanks Ava), the door swung open and Simon walked in, “I’m back!”
“Sy!” Abby jumped up from her spot by table and threw herself into Simon’s arms.
He picked her up and spun her around before setting her back down. “What’s that in your hair?”
“Jack made it!” She beamed, “Isn’t it pretty? It’s an apple blossom!”
His finger gently caressed the delicately made hair-clip, “It’s beautiful,” he smiled, “it looks exactly like one- minus the colors.” He looked over to Jack, “You outdid yourself.”
The way Simon looked at him made his heart and soul relax. He put his entire being at peace, “Thanks.”
Simon stepped forward, “Where’s my hug at?”
Jack smiled and met him by the table, pulling him in for a gentle kiss. He heard Abby mumble something but ignored it as Simon wrapped his arms around him and lifted him up, kissing him again and spinning around. They pressed their foreheads together and simply enjoyed the embrace.
“I would like to actually sleep well for my birthday, so if you two could keep the fu- uh- loving down, that would be great.”
“Abigail!”
~⪦✇⪧~
When the overhead lights dimmed for the night cycle, Abby was already in bed and hopefully asleep. Jack sat down on his bed, pulling off his shirt for the night. He could feel the bed dip behind him and he leaned back into Simon’s embrace. He looked up at him and kissed the underside of his jaw.
Simon chuckled and moved to kiss his forehead, “I missed you too.”
Jack shifted his body so that he was facing Simon. His body had remained unchanged over the years and so had Jack’s. Maybe it was because he was exposed to Simon more often than most. Or maybe it was just a side effect of the blood. He didn’t care. He was glad to be next to him, hand tracing his jawline to pull him into a deep kiss.
Simon hummed and pulled away, “I’m tired, Jack.”
Jack re-positioned himself so that he was sitting in Simon’s lap, “I can do most of the work, I don’t mind.” He kissed down Simon’s neck and felt him shiver. “You can lay back and watch as I work myself open.” Simon sharply inhaled at that and Jack smiled, feeling his dick harden under his thigh.
Simon nipped at Jack’s shoulder, pressing him closer to his chest, “Someone’s needy.”
“The only one I need is you,” Jack pulled him back up into a kiss, his tongue softly licking his mouth open. Simon sighed into the kiss and trailed his fingertips along Jack’s spine, causing him to arch his back a little.
Simon broke the kiss and leaned back to take his shirt off, his hands immediately going back to touching Jack’s bare skin. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He whispered, peppering wet kissing along Jack’s chest.
Jack closed his eyes and let himself be worshiped by the man, basking in the warmth and security that was Simon.
It was never spoken out loud but they both knew they deeply, unmistakably, loved each other.
Jack rested a hand on Simon’s chest and he took that as a sign to lay on his back. Jack then got off of him to take off his pants and grab a tub of an oil based ointment that was meant to protect skin. He sat back down on Simon’s lap and opened the tub, scooping a small dollop in his finger. He placed his right hand on Simon’s hip and leaned back, putting his weight on his knees and calves as he teased his entrance with his left middle finger from behind.
Simon lightly dug his fingers into the soft flesh of Jack’s thighs as he watched, his pants heavily constricting his erection. Yet, with Jack on him, he couldn’t do anything to free it.
Jack circled his hole and added a little bit of pressure before going back to rubbing circles. He adjusted his weight again, taking his hand off Simon so he could feel himself up, slowly rubbing down his shaft and squeezing the base. He huffed, eyeing Simon’s trapped cock. He reached out and palmed at the tent, Simon’s head rolling back as he jerked his hips.
“Keep your eyes on me,” Jack commanded, slipping a finger inside himself. He let out a quiet moan, pushing it in further to that sweet spot. With Simon’s warm brown eyes now on him he began to pump the finger in and out, breathing heavily at the little bursts of pleasure running through him.
“Jack,” Simon swallowed, his hands creeping to Jack’s inner thighs, “please, I want to make you feel good too.”
He pulled his finger out and applied more lube, going right back in, pressing another finger in, “Be a good boy and just watch.”
Simon whined but kept his hands where they were, thumbs rubbing circles on the sensitive skin.
Jack let out a moan when the second finger slid in. He paused to adjust and ran his other hand up and down his dick, precum beading the tip. He slowly rocked his hips to ease motion, scissoring his fingers to stretch a little more. He made direct eye contact with Simon, letting his lust shamelessly show on his face.
Simon went to sit up but Jack pressed a hand against his stomach, “What is it?” He asked, trying to keep his moans down as he fingered himself.
“You look so hot right now,” Simon said, his hips weakly trying to grind against the nothing that was there, “Jack, please, can I at least kiss you?”
He pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the blanket underneath them, shifting his legs so that he was sat directly over Simon’s tent. He pressed down and Simon moaned, his eyes closed. He took that opportunity to lean down and suck on Simon’s neck, the man’s hands flying to grip his waist as he needily grinded against him.
Jack bit down and heard Simon’s breathing hitch, “What part of ‘be a good boy and watch’, do you not understand?”
“Jaaack,” Simon whined, “Please, it’s been so long, please, let me touch you.”
“Only if you’ll listen.” He purred in his ear.
“I’ll listen.” Simon nodded, “I’ll be good and listen.”
Jack rested his left forearm next to Simon’s head, dropping down to kiss him. “Hands stay here.” He used his right to place Simon’s hands on his waist, “Keep them there.” He said against his lips, as his free hand slowly trailed down Simon’s stomach. He stopped his fingertips so that they were just under the waistband of Simon’s pants and boxers.
Simon gripped his waist and pressed up with his hips for any amount of friction. Jack smiled and slipped his tongue inside Simon’s mouth, exploring it like he could map it out. He dipped his fingers under, pulling the clothing down just enough so that he could wrap his hand around Simon’s girth.
The grip on his waist tightened as Jack slowly pumped Simon, quieting his loud moans with his tongue and lips. He pulled back and sat up, fully freeing Simon’s dick. He scooped a generous amount of lube into his hand and began to slick Simon up, the man trying his best to keep his hips still at the sensation.
Jack then re-positioned himself, wiping what excess lube was left, around his hole and lined himself up. He lowered himself down with a gasp, the stretch pleasurable. “Fuck, I’m not going to last long.” He said, pausing to let his body adjust.
Simon struggled, wanting to sit up and press their bodies together as he fucked his man silly, but obeyed, keeping himself as still as possible while Jack finished pressing himself down, their skin now flushed together.
Jack’s body shivered and he rolled his hips, biting his tongue as he found the angle to rub against that spot.
Simon lifted his right hand away from Jack’s waist and cupped his face, “No noise for me?”
“I don’t- ah- I don’t want to-” he bit his lip and slowed his pace, “Abby,” He finally got out, “I don’t want to wake her up.”
Something evil flashed behind Simon’s eyes, “Oh?”
“Yeah,” Jack nuzzled Simon’s hand, “We need to be quieter.”
Simon put his hand back on Jack’s waist, stopping him completely.
“Simon? Wha- AAAAAHHH!” Jack moaned, Simon slamming his hips up against Jack at a fast pace, “Simon, Simon, fuck, Sy!” Jack clawed at Simon’s forearms, clutching them for dear life, “Slow-slow-” He cried out, “SIMON!”
Simon pounded into him, pants and moans falling all over the place, “That’s right, let them hear you.”
Jack’s body melted, unable to keep himself upright. He collapsed onto Simon’s chest, the thrusts not slowing or stopping, tearing moan after moan out of him. “Simon,” he whimpered over and over, “I can’t- I’m-”
Simon cut him off with a kiss and Jack screamed into his mouth, painting their stomachs with hot cum.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He cried, Simon picking up the pace, slamming into him even harder.
Oh, he was going to be sore after this.
“You sound so beautiful, Jack,” Simon moaned, pressing wet kisses along Jack’s neck, “Scream for me again?”
Jack shook his head, trying to regain whatever dignity he had left. “A-Abby- can’t-”
Simon wrapped his arms around Jack, pulling him close and changing the angle of penetration.
“SIMON-FUCK, SIMON!”
He came undone then, spilling into Jack’s ass.
Jack whimpered, and moaned, the sensation too much for his already spent body. He laid like putty on top of Simon, his brain coming back from a blue-screen. It was then that he heard pounding against the wall and he lifted his head.
“-EEP! CAN’T YOU TWO GO ONE NIGHT WITHOUT BUTT FUCKING!”
He buried his face into the crook of Simon’s neck, “We really need to make it up to her.”
Simon giggled and nuzzled Jack, “Don’t worry, my present for her will be well worth it.” He wiggled, “Can you get off?”
“Nope, I live here now.”
He laughed, “Jack, sweetheart, we need to clean up.”
“Mmmm, brain is soup.”
“Oh my god,” Simon lovingly shoved Jack off his chest and looked around for the cum rag.
“It’s still in the drawer,” Jack blindly fumbled his hand around the edge of the bed where the nightstand was and opened a drawer. He pulled out a scrap of oil stained fabric and threw it at Simon, while he grabbed a slightly less stained one for himself.
Once they were done wiping themselves off and putting their pants on, Jack snuggled his back into Simon’s chest, the warmth nearly lulling him to sleep when a thought suddenly train wrecked in, “Are we like, together?”
He could hear the hamster wheel turning in Simon’s head, “Are we?”
“Oh my god,” Jack snorted, “six years and we’re now just putting a label on it.”
“Well- I mean- It wasn’t like we decided this.” Simon said, talking with his hands even though they were still wrapped around Jack’s waist, “It just kinda. Happened. Why? Do you… not want to be?”
Jack turned his head to look at Simon, “I want to be whatever makes us happy. So if that’s together then we’re together.”
Simon propped himself up on one arm to gaze lovingly down at Jack, “I don’t think I’d want it any other way.” He leaned down to sweetly kiss Jack.
“I do think we need to take Abby’s happiness into consideration as well, it cannot be good for her to hear us fucking.”
“Eh, she’ll get over it.”
“Simon.”
“Okay, okay.” He laid back down, “She’s practically our daughter at this point, so we may as well be an established family.”
Jack turned around, his heart beating faster than normal, "Established as in?”
“As in, like, a last name for all of us. Isn’t that what families do? Become united under a name?”
His heart breathed a sigh of relief, “More or less. We can talk about it more later, I’m tired.”
“Oh, you’re tired?”
“Can’t hear you, I’m too busy sleeping.”
Simon grumbled and pressed an annoyed but loving kiss on top of Jack’s head.
This was worth living for.
~⪦✇⪧~
Simon cursed as he dropped the measuring cup on the floor. “Why is baking so hard?”
Ava looked over his shoulder at the recipe book, a spoon and tiny bowl in her hands, “Because you suck at it.” She said, mixing the dry powder with water, “Now hurry with the dry ingredients, I got the egg substitute ready.”
“Why are you so good at this?” He dumped a small bit of sugar into the medium mixing bowl.
She shrugged, pouring the slimy mixture in, “I read a lot of files as a kid.” She then grabbed a small bowl with liquids and emptied it unceremoniously into Simon’s bigger mixing bowl, a cloud of powder drifting up.
Simon sneezed, spreading even more powder in the air. Ava just looked at him and he grimaced, “It’ll bake out, right?”
She shook her head and began mixing, “In my bag is her present, would you mind cleaning them off?”
Simon nodded and went to the kitchen table, opening her real leather (super fucking rare) satchel. Inside wrapped in some cloth were bright red… things.
“Holy shit, are these strawberries?!” Simon whipped around to look at her.
“Yes,” Ava smiled, “and they are juicy.”
“Is this why you wouldn’t let her in the Nursery?”
She nodded, “I wanted to keep it a surprise. I can’t wait to see her reaction, she’s been wanting us to grow them for years now.”
Simon held the three strawberries in his hands. They were small and could probably be eaten in one bite. They smelled sweet and a little bitter. “Ava, you’re amazing, she’s gonna love this.”
“I know. Now grab that pan will you, Jack can only distract her for so long.”
~⪦✇⪧~
“Jack, I don’t see why you have to cover my eyes.” Abby said, slowly shuffling her way to the kitchen table with Jack’s hands over her eyes. “I know it’s a cake.”
“Shush, let me pretend you’re still six.” He said, nodding at Simon to pull out a chair. He guided his niece to it and told her to sit down. With his hands still over her eyes, Simon pushed the chair in.
He dropped his hands and peered down at her. Her mouth was agape, eyes blinking at the three small strawberries placed neatly on her one small cake.
“Happy birthday!” He cheered with the others, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. He pressed a kiss on top of her brown hair, “All for you.”
“Sorry for keeping you out of the Nursery for so long.” Ava apologized, “I wanted to surprise you.”
Abby beamed as she grabbed the knife that was resting next to the plate. “This makes up for you two fucking last night.”
While she went to cut the cake into four squares, Ava shot the two men a look, “You guys couldn’t wait two days? You were only gone for like, a week at most.”
Simon pointed a finger at Jack and Jack playfully smacked his accusing finger away. Simon chuckled and Abby dished out the slices. With the knife she cut two of the three strawberries in half and placed a half on each piece. Well. Nearly each piece.
“Abbs, don’t you want the full one?” Jack held his small plate with his slice, one full strawberry resting on top of it.
She looked at him with such warm pale blue eyes that Jack’s breath caught in his throat. She looked just like his little sister. “Nah, you can have it.”
“Ka-Abby, these are the only ripe ones for now, you can’t just-”
She shoved her small slice of cake into her mouth and looked at Ava and Simon who took the silent hint and also shoved their slices into their face holes.
Jack looked at them and then back down to his strawberry. Holding back tears he popped the cake in his mouth, chewing the dry but sweet bread. He then ate the strawberry, pressing it up against the roof of his mouth, the small berry bursting in a sweet juicy mess.
“Holy shit,” he swallowed, “That’s a lot of flavor.” He blinked his tears away and leaned down to hug his niece again, “Thanks.”
She pressed a kiss to his cheek, “I love you, dad.”
Jack froze, the tears he just blinked away now coming back full force, “Oh, fuck you,” he lovingly said, “making me cry and shit on your birthday.” He wiped at his face, “I love you too. So damn much.”
She looked over at Simon, a shit eating grin plastered on her face “So where’s my present, pops?”
Simon's eyes widened, blinking rapidly. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it, his brain doing mental gymnastics for a few seconds while everyone around him laughed. He held up a finger, and reached into his pocket. “I’m just going to ignore what you called me- for now,” he added quickly.
“Wait,” Jack watched as Simon pulled something fuzzy out of his pants pocket, “you actually got her a gift?”
“Of course I got her a gift, what kind of father would I be if I didn’t?” He smirked and handed Abby something the size of a water bottle. At first, Jack thought it was wrapped in a strange cloth but then realized that it was made of cloth.
Abby ran her thumbs over the pale yellow plush body, “It’s so soft.” She said, a little breathless.
“It’s a stuffed animal.” Simon smiled, “I think it’s a rabbit. That’s the closest I could match it to on the database.”
She slowly held it to her chest and gently hugged it, her eyes reddening, “I’ve only read about these.” She looked up at him, her voice a mere whisper, “Where did you get one? They don’t make these anymore, it’s a waste of fabric.”
Simon knelt down so that he was slightly below eye level with the young teen, “I have my connections.” He pulled her into a hug, “And it’s not a waste. Not if it's for you.”
She sniffled, “Well now I’m crying and shite on my birthday.” She awkwardly reached around the embrace and ruffled his black hair. “I love you, Sy, thank you so much!”
Jack wrapped his arms around the both of them and then motioned for Ava to join. “So, do you forgive us for loudly fucking last night?”
She laughed, “For now, you guys are on thin ice.”
“I accepted the free audio years ago.” Ava said, jolting the two men. “It makes personal time a bit more fun.
“-YOU CAN HEAR US DOWN THE HALL?”
“-YOU MASTURBATE TO US?”
The two men looked at their friend who was just cackling.
“-ANSWER US.”
“-YOU SICK FUCK.”