Summary: It’s late at night, and Jesse does some thinking (Brennan/Jesse)
Notes: Thanks to Charles and Random for their encouragement, and bunnies, lots and lots of bunnies.
Jesse paused in the
doorway to his bedroom, his eyes firmly fixed on the rumpled bed. A
slow, silly smile spread over his face as he drank in the delicious site,
proving, without a doubt, that he had it bad.
His warm, fuzzy reaction
to Brennan in his bed wouldn’t have been so troubling if more skin had been
showing. Then, Jesse could have just played off what he felt as lust.
Blamed his hormones, and lived happily in the land of denial for a little
while longer. However, with only dark, tousled hair showing, and every
other part of his lover’s long, lean body hidden beneath a heavy comforter,
Jesse knew he could pretty much throw the safer theory out the window. This
wasn’t lust. Well, it wasn’t just lust. It was something more.
Something deeper. And, something infinitely scarier.
Jesse’s smile dimmed
a bit as he walked toward the bed. This was bad on so many levels.
You just didn’t fall in love with your teammate. Oh, sure, they were great
if you needed a hot quickie. Jesse couldn’t even begin to count the
number of times he had been jumped by Shalimar. It had been fun, and
a bit tiring after a while, but they had never strayed from the true course
of their coupling. She was in heat, he was a healthy young male.
Nice and simple. Any potential repercussions were handled by strict
protective measures. After all, the last thing either of them wanted
was a litter.
But, while that particular
threat certainly didn’t exist with Brennan, others did. It would be
so easy, too easy, for these fledgling feelings to get warped. For
someone to get hurt. And then, good bye friendship. Good bye anything
that remotely resembled a productive working environment. He and Brennan
fought so well together, their styles gelling perfectly. Did they really
want to risk throwing all of that away?
Jesse knew all that
happening was a long shot, but sometimes the worst thing you can think of
is what comes to pass, and he was able to admit, freely, but silently, that
the thought of losing Brennan scared the hell out of him. The blonde mutant
reached the bed, pulled back the covers and slid in next to his living electric
He had hoped that his
return was quick enough, and smooth enough to go unnoticed. It wasn’t.
A sleepy, startled head shot up from it’s pillow. ”Whuzzat?”
“It’s just me.”
Jesse rubbed his hand over his lover’s flank.
brown eyes blinked at him. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Go back
“M’kay.” The dark
head thumped back down on the pillow, and Brennan was immediately gone, once
again entrenched in his deep, and most likely dreamless sleep.
Brennan probably never
had any doubts about their relationship. Having doubts would require
thinking ahead, and he was too caught up living in the moment to worry about
the future. So, it was left to Jesse to be the worrier, the responsible
one. The one who didn’t look like he was going to be visiting happy
dreamland anytime soon. Fine. But, if he was going to lie awake and
brood, he might as well be comfortable doing it.
Jesse couldn’t help the smile that played around his mouth as he snuggled in against the larger man. Even in his state of sweet unconsciousness, Brennan knew enough to wrap himself around Jesse’s body, and the sometimes intangible mutant was squeezed, not tightly, but reassuringly. Maybe, just maybe, that was enough.