Ungghdf. Young Jack Hammond, warm as though he'd never shivered through a three day winter storm in the North Atlantic, with the smell of books on his skin and that of nice soap in his clothes.
There's a line, too, in my head about there only being three things or whatever that Jack can't tell his friend Orrock about -- they're such good friends, and Tom is so good to him, and the three things are [something about his family, maybe his father dying a little ignobly], [something else], and the third thing being that Hammond knows what it feels like to lie underneath the First Lieutenant. There were other parts about it -- what it was like to kiss the First Lieutenant, what it was like to slide his hand underneath Bush's shirt shirt, even the pain mixed with pleasure when he puts it to you -- but the notion that what sticks with Hammond is what it felt like to lie on the bed, naked, with an equally naked Bush covering him?
Man.
I wonder how clearly Bush would realize that what he was feeling about Hammond is guilt. And whether he'd understand why he was feeling so angry about Hammond.
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Date: 2006-04-11 02:51 am (UTC)There's a line, too, in my head about there only being three things or whatever that Jack can't tell his friend Orrock about -- they're such good friends, and Tom is so good to him, and the three things are [something about his family, maybe his father dying a little ignobly], [something else], and the third thing being that Hammond knows what it feels like to lie underneath the First Lieutenant. There were other parts about it -- what it was like to kiss the First Lieutenant, what it was like to slide his hand underneath Bush's shirt shirt, even the pain mixed with pleasure when he puts it to you -- but the notion that what sticks with Hammond is what it felt like to lie on the bed, naked, with an equally naked Bush covering him?
Man.
I wonder how clearly Bush would realize that what he was feeling about Hammond is guilt. And whether he'd understand why he was feeling so angry about Hammond.