After a few months of a road littered with shot glasses, powdered mirrors and discarded syringes, it was time to go home -- and LA sat before him, awaiting his return.
I love this image, especially the image of LA "sitting," waiting for him. Because cities do that, they sit. Odd, how cities do things without being alive, isn't it?
Yeah yeah, I look like shit. Move past it.
Oh God, that's such a Jack thing to say. Yes, this is the situation, get over it and get to the important shit. <3 that line.
He was thin to the point of emancipation, and white as a sheet.
I think you meant emaciation there. Emancipation was what happened when the slaves were freed, emaciation is when you're really scrawny and sick-looking. ;)
Sometimes the man was as easy to read as a good book – and he was sure that Jack was thinking the same about him.
That's an odd thing about Jack. He tries so hard to keep everything inside, but sometimes you can just see it all rise to the surface before he shoves it back under again.
Rape might be the worst. Given by him, administered to him. The source of so many nightmares, so many screams. His and not his.
That bit made my stomach turn, which is awesome because it's not even graphic. Just the way you wrote it is so visceral.
He was crying now and he didn’t even realise it. Tony stared at the silent tears in horror, not knowing what to say. Somehow feeling that Jack wasn’t aware of them. Or him.
Eep, poor Jack. Poor Tony, too. I can see this scene really clearly and even though Jack doesn't cry often, I can definitely believe it in this situation.
I was going to ask whether you were sure, seeing as you’ve been polite enough to ask me twice. I guess I really don’t need to.
Again, that strikes me as such a Jack thing to say. Even with the booze and the drugs, I think you've hit his character spot on, which is a really hard thing to do.
He almost lost control when the elastic caught on the head of his cock on their way down. He squeezed his eyes shut and blanked out the shockwave of ecstasy that spread through him.
I . . . um . . . gah. No words to describe the hotness of that bit. *lusts*
The hand slowed and tapped lazy fingers on the tip.
That is just a really fucking hot image. *lusts more* And I can totally imagine Jack doing something like that in bed, just touching because he can. *purrs*
He knew he shouldn’t but he rolled over anyway and planted a gentle kiss on those soft lips that were inviting even now the sex was over. They were almost feminine in their beauty, those curved arches and Tony wanted one more taste – it might be the last he ever got.
I love this description of Jack's lips, it's absolutely perfect.
I really, really like this fic. I think you did an awesome job with the characters of Jack and Tony, and I especially like how far you took Jack's character. We've never seen him quite that down on the show but if he ever was at that point, I think you portrayed exactly how he would be - tired but doggedly persistent, wanting a fix but holding back, downcast but stubborn as always. Great job. :)
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Date: 2005-03-11 01:08 am (UTC)I love this image, especially the image of LA "sitting," waiting for him. Because cities do that, they sit. Odd, how cities do things without being alive, isn't it?
Yeah yeah, I look like shit. Move past it.
Oh God, that's such a Jack thing to say. Yes, this is the situation, get over it and get to the important shit. <3 that line.
He was thin to the point of emancipation, and white as a sheet.
I think you meant emaciation there. Emancipation was what happened when the slaves were freed, emaciation is when you're really scrawny and sick-looking. ;)
Sometimes the man was as easy to read as a good book – and he was sure that Jack was thinking the same about him.
That's an odd thing about Jack. He tries so hard to keep everything inside, but sometimes you can just see it all rise to the surface before he shoves it back under again.
Rape might be the worst. Given by him, administered to him. The source of so many nightmares, so many screams. His and not his.
That bit made my stomach turn, which is awesome because it's not even graphic. Just the way you wrote it is so visceral.
He was crying now and he didn’t even realise it. Tony stared at the silent tears in horror, not knowing what to say. Somehow feeling that Jack wasn’t aware of them. Or him.
Eep, poor Jack. Poor Tony, too. I can see this scene really clearly and even though Jack doesn't cry often, I can definitely believe it in this situation.
I was going to ask whether you were sure, seeing as you’ve been polite enough to ask me twice. I guess I really don’t need to.
Again, that strikes me as such a Jack thing to say. Even with the booze and the drugs, I think you've hit his character spot on, which is a really hard thing to do.
He almost lost control when the elastic caught on the head of his cock on their way down. He squeezed his eyes shut and blanked out the shockwave of ecstasy that spread through him.
I . . . um . . . gah. No words to describe the hotness of that bit. *lusts*
The hand slowed and tapped lazy fingers on the tip.
That is just a really fucking hot image. *lusts more* And I can totally imagine Jack doing something like that in bed, just touching because he can. *purrs*
He knew he shouldn’t but he rolled over anyway and planted a gentle kiss on those soft lips that were inviting even now the sex was over. They were almost feminine in their beauty, those curved arches and Tony wanted one more taste – it might be the last he ever got.
I love this description of Jack's lips, it's absolutely perfect.
I really, really like this fic. I think you did an awesome job with the characters of Jack and Tony, and I especially like how far you took Jack's character. We've never seen him quite that down on the show but if he ever was at that point, I think you portrayed exactly how he would be - tired but doggedly persistent, wanting a fix but holding back, downcast but stubborn as always. Great job. :)