To Let Go's bonus drabble, and no, it's not sad.

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"I feel safe in the five am light
You carry my fears as the heavens set fire."

- Technicolour Beat, Oh Wonder.

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The white topless car roamed freely on the empty road as the sounds of adrenaline-filled screams echoed around the slumbering streets. The green and yellow neon lights were still flickering from the city's night life that had just ended. Party-goers were tiredly heading home, ready for their sleeps that happened when the sun came up. However, that was just the majority of them.

Roger drove with one hand, the other was trying to take Jack's bony hands off his eyes. His laughters, along with the redhead's were dragged along their car as he sped up the car, almost crashing into a lamp post, and until then did Jack remove his hands from the other's eyes. Roger backed his car and kept going, giggles escaping his throat as the other leaned in and kissed him. The numbers in the built-in clock on the car appeared as four thirty in the morning, but neither of the two cared. Their tongues entwined as their lips danced in a fiery waltz.

The car was ridden according to Jack's directions that were whispered into Roger's ears, tickling the noirette in their way. They drove out of the city as the clock struck five. The location slowly became clear to Roger the more they went, and when they arrived, he let out a surprised gasp, and a happy squeak that was too uncharacteristic to be true. Jack stared at his companion's reaction, a smile creeping up to his lips. He pulled the other close, and their lips collapsed again.

They were in the middle of a field, exactly where they first met. It was their secret place, even if it was out in the open, and it was also where Jack had dragged Roger to when he asked the noirette out. Roger ran across the field, letting his excited screams burn his lungs and dissolve into the night sky. Jack chased him, and for once, they looked like the innocent children that they used to be. The redhead caught up with Roger right as he tripped on a small rock. They stumbled upon each other, the noirette ending up in Jack's arms, like he always did. Light blue eyes stared at gray, and they laughed again. Roger reached his hand up and brought Jack's head down to his.

This kiss was long and slow, and sweet.

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When Roger woke up again, he was lying in bed, ruffled black hair and a naked torso were enough for him to know what had occurred right after the drive home. A bony arm was wrapping around his waist with small flecks of freckles scattering on it. A small smile found its way to his lips as he turned around, seeing Jack's lazy, sleepy face a little disrupted by his movement. Beams of sunlight were hitting the side of their faces and Roger's hand unconsciously placed on Jack's cheek, his thumb stroking the skin. The redhead stirred, light blue eyes hazily opening to see the gray ones looking at him intensely.

Roger's face turned a bright red when he was caught staring. He attempted to turn away, but Jack was faster, and had managed to get on top of the other. Roger sheepishly grinned, and the redhead leaned down to kiss him. He could swear he feel Jack smiling against his lips as they melted into the kiss.

"Let's drive somewhere at five again." Roger whispered, letting a puff of air from his mouth hit Jack's.

"You're crazy." The redhead smiled again. His lips locking Roger's between them.

"I always am, silly." The noirette wrapped his arms around Jack's neck, letting a small moan out of his throat. "For you."