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"Hey sugar tits! Get your sexy ass out here and wear your boots!" Jack hollered from outside. The birds on the trees all scattered. Jack was so fucking loud the neighbors miles away probably heard him.
Izzy tossed his newspaper and reading glasses aside and sighed. He'd almost finished the crossword! Whatever Jack wanted better be good.
"Be out in a minute, you prick!" Izzy yelled back.
He got out of the recliner and grabbed his boots by the front door. He grimaced when he looked at them. The leather hadn't been taken care of as well as it should've been. Izzy used to be so fastidious with them. It was one of the ways he occupied his time when Ed was out cheating on him. He threw himself into caring for his leather clothing to distract himself from the grief of Ed's infidelity and their crumbling relationship.
But life wasn't like that anymore. Becoming exclusive with Jack was the best thing he'd ever done. Life was wonderful. He was actually having fun. Izzy, of all people, having fun. He had Jack to thank for that. His boots had seen a lot since they got back together. Deathmatch wrestling matches, mud bogging, intimate walks in their woods, sticky dive bars, kinky shenanigans...They were so busy enjoying each other's company that the leather was sorely neglected. Izzy wouldn't trade it for anything though.
Izzy smiled as he put the well loved boots on. They brought back nothing but happy memories now.
When Izzy stepped out on the back porch, Jack was sitting on the steps with a big grin on his face. Beside him was a bottle of rum, a horsehair brush, a container of boot polish, water and cloths. His foot was resting on a box he kept the supplies in. There was a pillow waiting for Izzy on the other side of the steps.
Jack held the bottle of rum out to Izzy. "Make yourself cozy, prince. Them boots need blacking."
Izzy looked Jack up and down. He pointed to his shirt. "Dressed like that? Why the fuck are you wearing your Fiona shirt for this. You're such a pig pen that you're gonna ruin it."
Jack shrugged. "We got matching Fiona shirts last time we went to see her. Think it's time to retire this ol' gal to manual labor. And if it gets stained it'll just remind me that I'm your pig pen."
Izzy patted Jack on the face and grabbed the bottle. "You better never forget it, Jack. That's who you'll always be to me."
"You mean it?"
Izzy bent down and kissed Jack's forehead. "'Course I do. Now let's put you to work, see what you can do with these fucked up things."
"They're pretty bad, but nothing Jackie can't spruce up. Next time you're crushin' my nuts you'll be able to see your reflection."
Izzy propped himself up on the pillow and put his legs in Jack's lap. "That how you noticed I'd been neglecting them, huh?"
"Yeah. Last night when you were really giving it to my twins I was kinda surprised at how dull and dirty they were lookin'. See they still got my jizz on the toe," Jack chuckled. He traced the crusty come stain with his finger.
"You shot off like a rocket last night. Thought you'd never stop. How do they feel today?" Izzy pressed the heel of his boot into Jack's crotch.
Jack winced. "Got a nice bruise on my sac. Hurts real good though, doll. Be good to do it again in no time."
Izzy smirked. "That's what Daddy likes to hear. Now be a good boy and put your polish where your mouth is."
"Does being a good boy get me a reward tonight?"
Izzy hummed. "Depends on how shiny my boots are when you're done."
"Baby, by the time I'm done they'll look brand new," Jack said confidently.
Izzy sipped the rum as Jack cared for his boots. As much as he wanted to direct Jack's work, Izzy refrained. Was it challenging? Absolutely. But Jack was expressing his love through this act of service. He didn't want to be snarky this time and ruin the moment.
Jack chattered away as he rinsed away the jizz and grime from Izzy's boots. He talked about all the random shit going on at his work's latest construction site. His crew found a burial ground for doll heads after they'd leveled an old house. Izzy was well aware of it. Jack brought a Cabbage Patch Doll head home and glued it to the mailbox. Why? Izzy had no clue. But Jack told a damn good story, and he couldn't help but crack up. Fuck did it feel good to laugh.
Izzy wasn't surprised that in the case of boot blacking Jack was a sloppy worker. Boot polish ended up smudged on his cheek, smeared on Fiona's face, and all over his hands. Despite the mess, Jack did a damn good job.
It was domestic, simple moments like this that reminded Izzy just how much he loved Jack. He was the most incredible person he'd ever had in his life. His best friend, fiancé, partner in crime, pig pen… The love of his life. He'd spend the rest of his life truly happy and loved the way he'd always needed.
Nothing was better than the wonderful life they'd built together. Sturdier than anything Jack and his crew could ever make.
"Whatcha thinking about, baby?" Jack asked as he wiped down Izzy's boots with a cloth. He was almost done. Izzy had to admit that he was impressed by how great they looked now. They did almost look brand new!
Izzy grinned. "Guess I'm thinkin' about how much life doesn't suck when I'm with you."
