Unfinished and never will be finished. This is a uhhh.. Silas/Jack smut .. It's old so it is not that good
Word Count: 3,562
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Jack had arrived to the outside of the chapel on a cold evening to deliver his favorite man, some flowers. The setting sun lays a beautiful golden light upon the graveyard. Jack takes a deep inhale through his scarf, relishing in the cool air. He places down the flowers in his right hand and starts to walk back before he hears the autumn leaves crunch behind him. He pauses, raising an eyebrow and smirks.
"Are you supposed to be awake right now?"
The taller figure behind him chuckles a bit.
"I'm not sure, it was tempting when I hear footsteps right out my temporary home"
He turns around to face the taller figure. He's wearing his classic ebony cloak with velvety fabric. The one that drops all the way down to the floor, concealing all that's behind it. Like a door waiting to be opened. His perfect facial features. Cheekbones jutting out at the right angle. Nose hooked enough to catch you and reel you in. Drinking in the wine colored eyes making you drunk with attraction. Jack almost seemed lovestruck with a hint of something else. He had dreamy eyes and a lazy grin laid across his face. Silas had picked up the flowers, smelling them. They were his favorite flower, pincushion flowers. Jack knew him well enough now. Just ages ago, if you'd told either one of them they'd be together, they would never believe you. Silas observed Jack. His lanky body inside the army green coat. Hands deep inside the pockets as he stared at him with half closed eyes and a grin. It gave Silas the now familiar warmth growing in his stomach.
He was never one for many emotions and neither was Jack, but both had brought them out. The more they were together, the more carved out and defined those emotions were.
"Well if you are to stare at me and think of what's behind my cloak, we should go inside. You might catch a cold."
The soft voice broke Jack out of his thoughts. He blushed as he realized what exactly he was doing again. He quickly moved forward to catch to the dark mass in front of him. Once inside, the man in velvet cloak placed his flowers in a vase. The inside of the chapel was not too large. The dark wooden walls were polished and shined. The obsidian color of the flooring made the place feel much more expensive then it actually was. There were gold engravings lined across the walls, as well as two windows laid on the eastern and western sides of the building. More over inside, there was a coffin against the back of the chapel and a table under one of the windows. A couple of candles and oil lit lamps were scattered about as well. The table had paper and a pen waiting to be used. The vase of flowers almost overfill from how frequent Jack gave flowers to his lover.
Jack admired the room, until the sound of clothing made him turn his head back to his lover. His jaw dropped. Silas was removing his cloak. His back was turned to him and he was facing the wall. It was off his shoulders and against his elbows as he carefully removed it more. HIs head was turned slightly, looking at where his cloak was going. The light shone through the window and casted an elegant warm glow against the scene. His long hair resting nicely against the broad shoulders and chest now revealed to Jack. The velvet cloak was fully off. Silas folded the cloak neatly and placed it onto the table. He wore a black undershirt with a red vest over it. The red vest had a delicate pattern and markings all over it. The sleeves of the undershirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the pale forearms of his lover. Accommodating the black undershirt were the black pants draping over his long slender legs. The shorter man's eyes drifted to the obvious roundness of it.. The taller figure's clothing had framed him perfectly. Every thing was cut perfect, showing off some of his best qualities, all the qualities he had hid behind that velvet cloak.
