"Promise you'll come back."

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Jack is first to wake the next morning. In truth, he hadn't really slept, too afraid to close his eyes in case Dexter wouldn't be there when he opened them. But now in the reasonably early hours of Sunday morning, there he lay. Dexter Chan was still in his bed, by his side, head buried in the pillow, still in the world of sleep. 

Jack dares to raise a hand to Dexter's face. He reaches out, brushing away the fallen black hair which had flopped over his face, to reveal him at peace. His lashes, dark and long, decorating his closed eyes. Jack lets his thumb brush over Dexter's cheek. 

He is so focused on what he is doing that he doesn't notice Dexter's eyes slowly open. "Mmmm, that tickles." He groans as he now nestles his head a bit more into the pillow. 

Jack suddenly feels that apprehension as he moves his hand away. Did Dexter remember where he was and who he was with? "Dex?" He says with trepidation. 

Dexter now focuses a little more on the man laying next to him.  He smiles at the fear of God look in Jack's eyes. "Jack, relax. I know where I am." 

Jack can feel the anxiety leave him like a heavy weight lifting. He smiles as he again returns his hand to Dexter's cheek. "You scared me last night." He says through a smile. 

"Why?" Dexter says with amusement. "I am capable of human emotions sometimes." 

"I guess I didn't know if it was the drink or you doing the talking." Jack says as he resumes the affectionate stroke to Dexter's cheek. 

"Both." Dexter replies. He reaches up his hand and covers Jack's hand with his own to lower it. "I know we probably have a lot to talk about, but I need to go to the bathroom first. I stink." 

"Promise you'll come back." Jack says with a nervous smile. 

"Clingy already?" Dexter says as he edges out of the comfort of the warm bed. "You can always join me." 

"Maybe I will."  Jack says with a small smile to his lips. He watches as Dexter makes his way to the bathroom, before rolling onto his back and looking up at the white ceiling. This still felt all so surreal to him, Jack wondered if he was in some amazing dream, but when he hears the faint sound of the shower running, he has to get out of bed and go to the source. 

As he approached the bathroom, Jack had never felt so nervous as he did right at that moment. He pushes open the door. As it swings on it's silent hinges, he is graced by the opaque view of Dexter in the shower, through the glass screen. He watches in silence, unnoticed by Dexter, as Dexter pushes his hands through his wet hair. 

Jack reminisces on his shameless past at how he had gotten off imagining Dexter in such a situation in the school showers and that first time Dexter had exposed himself in front of him and their world changed forever. 

Brian had always been the regret Jack had to live with. Brian may have looked very much like his brother, but he would never be Dexter. 

"So are you gonna stand there all morning or are you gonna join me?" Jack is pulled from his thoughts at Dexter's call from behind the screen. He takes a hand and wipes the screen so Jack can see him looking at him. 

Jack doesn't need to be told twice as he removes his underwear and takes a step towards the partially frosted glass, pulling at the door and stepping inside. 

Once the door is closed, there is a strange sense of the unknown which surrounds them, as neither seem to make a move. "Is this your first time or what?" Dexter jokes as he looks at Jack who looks like a vulnerable adolescent.

"You do realise that we have never really touched each other before." Jack utters nervously as he takes in Dexter's shower drenched form, his body shaven to the hilt, just highlighting his muscular physique and half plump erection between his legs. 

"Apart from the time you pummeled me to the floor that is." Dexter jests with a half smile. 

Jack sighs at the bitter memory. "You know that's not what I mean." Jack now holds up a hand to touch Dexter on his chest, his hand now placed on the wet skin, right over Dexter's beating heart. 

Dexter looks down at the hand palming his chest before looking back at Jack, whose body looked firm, more muscular than his, with Jack's erection way further ahead than his. 

"You know...we have never kissed." Jack hums as he watches his own fingertips brush over Dexter's left nipple, circling the pad of his thumb over the bud, making it firm under his touch. 

"Well then…" Dexter says as he takes his own hand and reaches out to hold Jack's waist. "What are you waiting for?"...