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perpetual_motionTitle: After Prep School [2/2]
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Law & Order [HSAU Universe]
Pairing: Jack/Mike Cutter
Rating: PG
Summary: Why, hello, Mike.
Disclaimer: Bullshit and lies.
Author's Notes: As always, blame![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amazonqueenkate. She demanded more from the HSAU, so here it is. This whole bit was going to be longer, and it may still be, but for now, we're calling it 2/2. I consider this hits the two most important post-school points. What about MIke's career [part the first]? And what about Mike and Jack?
Part One
After Prep School [2/2]
By Perpetual Motion
Jack’s halfway through his last class of the day when there’s a knock on the door. “Come in,” Jack calls without turning around. He’s trying to get a few more notes written on the board. When he turns around, all the girls have gone starry-eyed. Mike Cutter is standing in front of the door in jeans and a tight button-down shirt. There’s a visitor’s bade clipped to his shirt hem, and his collar’s open.
“Undershirt, Mr. Cutter,” is out before Jack can stop it.
“I was hoping I’d grown out of that rule.” Mike’s grinning as he leans against the door.
“I suppose you have,” Jack concedes because he knows they’re talking about much more than the shirt. “But not out of interruptions, it seems. Classes don’t end for another twenty minutes.”
“We could leave early!”
The class laughs, and Jack grins at the back row. “Nice try, Mr. Wolf, but you’re stuck.” Jack looks at Mike again. Mike looks cool as can be except that Jack recognizes the careful stillness of Mike trying not to twitch. “You’re welcome to wait, Mr. Cutter, if you can remember how to be quiet and pay attention.”
“I can wing it.”
Jack’s going to respond with something mildly sarcastic, but then Mike’s walking across the room and sitting in Jack’s chair, slouching just slightly and stretching out his legs as though he’s not putting himself on display.
Bastard, Jack thinks and pulls together his scattered thoughts and gets back to his lesson. The girls are still starry-eyed, and Jack relishes the thrum that runs through him every time he leans over his desk to check his notes. Mike doesn’t engage him, simply sits at Jack’s desk and thumbs through the novel Jack’s been reading during tests and quizzes. It feels nearly domestic, and Jack tries to shake it off as the bell clangs and everyone scatters.
“Hi, Jack,” Mike says once they’re alone.
”Mike,” Jack says and looks out the window facing the hallway. Everyone’s already gone, Friday afternoon enough incentive to make the students hustle. “How are you?”
“Graduated.” Mike leans back in Jack’s chair, hands going behind his head. “Old enough to buy my own drinks. Going to law school come August, but you know all this.”
“Yeah,” Jack’s gotten updated via e-mail and the occasional dinner that he forced himself to keep strictly friendly.
“So, I’ve done the college thing now, and it was fun.” Mike stands and steps in near Jack. “I met people. I got good grades. I discovered various types of bongs.”
Jack grins. “Oh?”
“Yeah. And I thought I’d stop by and check in, say hi to a few people.” Mike looks Jack in the eyes. “Let them know they had mostly good advice.”
“Mostly?” Jack asks because he knows it’s his line.
”I got a fantastically dramatic speech on my graduation day about how I should go out and meet people, find someone interesting who shares my interests.”
“And how’d that go?” Jack already knows the answer from the way Mike is looking at him, but he has to ask. Mike has to tell him.
“Here I am.”
It’s enough for Jack. He grabs the back of Mike’s head and reels him in, mouth just off-center when Jack ducks his head to kiss him.
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Law & Order [HSAU Universe]
Pairing: Jack/Mike Cutter
Rating: PG
Summary: Why, hello, Mike.
Disclaimer: Bullshit and lies.
Author's Notes: As always, blame
amazonqueenkate. She demanded more from the HSAU, so here it is. This whole bit was going to be longer, and it may still be, but for now, we're calling it 2/2. I consider this hits the two most important post-school points. What about MIke's career [part the first]? And what about Mike and Jack?Part One
After Prep School [2/2]
By Perpetual Motion
Jack’s halfway through his last class of the day when there’s a knock on the door. “Come in,” Jack calls without turning around. He’s trying to get a few more notes written on the board. When he turns around, all the girls have gone starry-eyed. Mike Cutter is standing in front of the door in jeans and a tight button-down shirt. There’s a visitor’s bade clipped to his shirt hem, and his collar’s open.
“Undershirt, Mr. Cutter,” is out before Jack can stop it.
“I was hoping I’d grown out of that rule.” Mike’s grinning as he leans against the door.
“I suppose you have,” Jack concedes because he knows they’re talking about much more than the shirt. “But not out of interruptions, it seems. Classes don’t end for another twenty minutes.”
“We could leave early!”
The class laughs, and Jack grins at the back row. “Nice try, Mr. Wolf, but you’re stuck.” Jack looks at Mike again. Mike looks cool as can be except that Jack recognizes the careful stillness of Mike trying not to twitch. “You’re welcome to wait, Mr. Cutter, if you can remember how to be quiet and pay attention.”
“I can wing it.”
Jack’s going to respond with something mildly sarcastic, but then Mike’s walking across the room and sitting in Jack’s chair, slouching just slightly and stretching out his legs as though he’s not putting himself on display.
Bastard, Jack thinks and pulls together his scattered thoughts and gets back to his lesson. The girls are still starry-eyed, and Jack relishes the thrum that runs through him every time he leans over his desk to check his notes. Mike doesn’t engage him, simply sits at Jack’s desk and thumbs through the novel Jack’s been reading during tests and quizzes. It feels nearly domestic, and Jack tries to shake it off as the bell clangs and everyone scatters.
“Hi, Jack,” Mike says once they’re alone.
”Mike,” Jack says and looks out the window facing the hallway. Everyone’s already gone, Friday afternoon enough incentive to make the students hustle. “How are you?”
“Graduated.” Mike leans back in Jack’s chair, hands going behind his head. “Old enough to buy my own drinks. Going to law school come August, but you know all this.”
“Yeah,” Jack’s gotten updated via e-mail and the occasional dinner that he forced himself to keep strictly friendly.
“So, I’ve done the college thing now, and it was fun.” Mike stands and steps in near Jack. “I met people. I got good grades. I discovered various types of bongs.”
Jack grins. “Oh?”
“Yeah. And I thought I’d stop by and check in, say hi to a few people.” Mike looks Jack in the eyes. “Let them know they had mostly good advice.”
“Mostly?” Jack asks because he knows it’s his line.
”I got a fantastically dramatic speech on my graduation day about how I should go out and meet people, find someone interesting who shares my interests.”
“And how’d that go?” Jack already knows the answer from the way Mike is looking at him, but he has to ask. Mike has to tell him.
“Here I am.”
It’s enough for Jack. He grabs the back of Mike’s head and reels him in, mouth just off-center when Jack ducks his head to kiss him.
