Title: Noon on the second
day
Author: Bernie
Disclaimer: This is fiction
Rating: G implied M/M
Pairing: Daniel Alfredson /
Jason Spezza
Jason has invited himself
away with Daniel. Also dawn on
the third day (companion piece)
Midday finds Daniel on the
roof of the boathouse - the one with the best view of the lake and completely
hidden from any eyes at the villa - looking into the sun and eating dessert
first.
He holds the spoon out -
dripping white - to Jason and watches him lick it up, his tongue curving around
the metal to the treats hidden on the other side. The spoon is hot from being
held unused while Daniel stares at the water. And the sweet has a metal
tarnished taste that suits the day.
Vanilla has melted to mush
in the heat, and they give up on the spoon and just tip the box back, drinking
the melted ice cream like a milk shake instead.
The roof is corrugated iron
under their hands and hot and getting hotter. Jason pokes at the rust around
the nails holding the sheets down and watches Daniel's pale skin turn pink.
Jason licks his fingers and
catches the dribbles on Daniel's neck, on his cheek, on his chest. It takes
time to clean the mess away, the white flakes drying and tasting foul, hot and
mixed with sunscreen and flaking bits of metal.
And Daniel is still sticky
when Jason weasels his way into his arms and rests his own sunburn on Daniels
red shoulder.
Daniel appreciates the merits of silence, and Jason is
at least smart enough to kept his mouth shut, except for the odd times it
really really needs to be open.
For ice cream. For salt. It's quiet and summer and
Sweden and they are breaking down in the heat.
