Just One Night...'nother Slash Fic :D
Apr. 4th, 2005 11:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fightingthecageI didn't mean to write a prequel to Blank White Walls, it just sort of happened. Started off as something completely different. *shrug* And it's a bit dodgy, they probably horribly out of character but hey, today they're my bitches and they'll do as they're told. Yes Jack, I'm talking to you sweetie... ;)
Title: Just One Night
Author: fightingthecage
Rating: NC-17. SLASH!!
Pairing: Jack/Tony
Warnings: Graphic sex, do NOT read if you dont like hot guys shagging!
Summary:2 months after Teri dies, Jacks lonely.
Disclaimer:No money made, dont own them. But damn I wish I did! :D :D
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Just One Night
The first day back and Jack sat in his car for a few moments. He didn’t know what he felt. Mainly relief, a feeling that he was returning to where he belonged, a place that was home in a way far deeper than where he simply resided. It was familiar, what he knew, what he lived.
But there was fear too. It had been a long time. And some things…some things you didn’t forget. Like what this place had cost him. What he had lost here. The people here that had hurt him. And loved him…
His heart was healed now, as much as it ever would be anyway, and he’d decided that it was time. The nuke had given him his life back, in a way, or rather – George had. The bomb had more subtlety than George but he was kind of thankful for both. Now there was just one more hurdle and he had no idea of how he was going to handle it.
He’d been sitting in the dark and crying. There were people in the other room and he’d had to escape, didn’t want to break down in front of them. But he’d been followed. A voice whispered to him that it was OK, he could cry, no one would care. They worried that he didn’t cry. They worried that he had locked it up so tight that it would kill him. He hadn’t been able to stop and hands reached for him, pulled him up and close in the darkness, they held him and he had let them...
‘Jack!’
He jumped, pulled out of his uncomfortable reverie. Michelle, grinning at him through the glass as his fingers gripped the wheel of the car tightly, down low where she wouldn’t see the knuckles turn white.
‘We thought you’d dropped off the face of the earth. Where have you been?’
They were walking now, the length of the parking lot. He tried to walk slower.
‘Kim was pretty protective for a while there. I kinda let her – needed to sort myself out before I could come back.’
Michelle looked at him with badly concealed sympathy. ‘You went through a lot that day Jack…’ She put her hand on his arm and he didn’t hear anything else she said. Shockwaves ran through him at the touch and…
...electricity seemed to be charging the room suddenly, the embrace was different. He could feel the heartbeat banging in his ear as he was held to the chest, he felt it speed up and knew that his own was mirroring it. Tears were still falling but they were slower now, his breathing calming and yet quickening, as a hand stroked through his hair and his mind moved from grief towards enjoyment of proximity...
The elevator pinged and they stepped inside, Michelle talking about the changes in layout since the bomb. ‘We’ll have someone show you around, get you re-acquainted. I’d do it myself but I have to go over to Division after the morning briefing…’
Jack stared at the numbers of the elevator that seemed to be moving at warp speed. Funny how he should be so nervous about this, he had seen him once since then. Although working together that day had been different, their minds were focused elsewhere. Now though – back to regular hours, where time could drag and there was time to chat about normal things. Except… how could they?
‘C’mon, I’ll walk you up to your office.’ He followed Michelle, eyes on the ground instead of surveying the new surroundings. The back of his neck felt hot...
...as suddenly the head above him shifted, moved so that the face was buried between his shoulder and neck and he could feel moisture, a thin film of sweat that was now rubbing into his skin as they breathed together, neither daring to speak. But still, he had moved the hands that were holding onto this man, circled them gently over his back, feeling the roughness of the T-shirt that covered the muscles underneath. Didn’t know what he was doing, only vaguely registered that his own back was being soothed the same way. All he could feel was motion as they breathed, a slow, gentle rocking that eased them both...
‘I bet it feels strange being back huh? There are a few new faces around. We got a new guy from SWAT, he’s good. His name’s Chase and his file will be on your desk. And Field Ops Head of Tech Support is Chloe O’Brian,’ Michelle chuckled. ‘You’ll get to know her pretty quickly. She’s uh...very direct...shall I say…’
Jack nodded, thought he should probably respond to some of this. Michelle had been to see him a few times while he’d been recuperating, at first to thank him for listening to her and following up on the Cyprus Audio and after that, because they’d become friends.
‘I’m sure I’ll get acquainted with everyone soon enough. As long as they can do their jobs, we’ll be fine.’
Michelle smiled and opened the door of his office for him, letting him enter first. She showed him the new features, chatted casually about the clean-up of that day and he was grateful, he could listen without adding much. Or think much. Then there was a knock on the door…
...and a voice came through, quietly, tentatively. It knew better than to intrude on grief, it had been there and understood.
‘Tony? I’m going to take them out. Will you be OK with Dad?’
Kim knew why Jack had run. She hadn’t been back with him long, she’d been at Carol’s, but she’d come to recognise the signs. And she was grateful, Jack thought, that Tony was there with him now because she couldn’t do it, couldn’t hold him while he cried because it killed her inside. They didn’t cry together. Not ever.
The head rose so that the voice wasn’t muffled. ‘Yeah Kim, we’re OK…’
‘Alright. Dad I love you. See you later.’
And the house was quiet, except it wasn’t because the hands were still moving and the pain was still there and Jack didn’t want to let go because if he did, he would be hurting alone again and he didn’t think he could stand it. The empty house was the worst thing of all, he dreaded it. So he didn’t let go and neither did Tony and suddenly he thought he was going to cry again, he didn’t understand…
‘Why did she do it Tony?’
‘I don’t know Jack.’ There was more moisture on his neck and he realised that Tony was crying too and that was alright...
‘I should have seen it...’
‘I should have too. I’m sorry.’
And Jack had pulled his head back, unable to let someone share the blame... but instead, he found himself mere millimetres from the face in front of him and that was all it took, one of them leant in...
‘Mr. Bauer?’ Michelle grinned as Jack looked up. He had been staring at the floor below him, not seeing the curious faces of people he knew and people he didn’t, all glancing up and wondering about him.
‘Come on in.’
‘I’m Chase Edmunds. I’ll be working for you.’
They shook hands and Jack’s first impressions were positive. ‘Nice to meet you.’
‘You too sir.’
‘Call me Jack.’
The kid smiled and turned to Michelle. ‘We’re all ready for the briefing on our side. Chloe processed the overnights already.’
Michelle nodded. ‘We’ll be down as soon as Tony gets here.’
Jack turned away to hide his face as Chase left the room, he didn’t catch the look of concern on Michelle’s face as she noticed his movement. She eased next to him and gently laid a hand on his shoulder...
...and from there it travelled to his cheek as they kissed, cupping the side of his face, a thumb softly rubbing the stubbled flesh, easing it, pulling him in deeper as a tongue slid carefully into his mouth, the lightest of brushes against his, sending gentle waves of pleasure rippling through his body... it was so long since he’d felt anything like this, he forgot who it was and just surrendered to the moment, the feel of firm lips on his, pressing down, insisting that he let him in... and he did. He pressed back, their tongues slid slowly together, then entwined, locked and then loosened, grating softly against each other... and Jack’s mind was clearer than it had been in two months, he gave in to the feeling of freedom...
‘Jack... have you spoken to Tony since it happened?’
His head shot round, panic gripped him. He had his suspicions about Tony and Michelle but surely he wouldn’t have told her anything…?
‘What do you mean?’
‘I mean – well, I know you spoke to him about work but – ‘ Why did Jack look so worried? ‘Well, after you hit him I mean. He’s not angry. He understands now why it was important for you to get Kate out of here.’
Jack was careful not to relax too quickly, she would wonder what he had thought she was going to say if he did. ‘Well…I don’t know, we never really talked about it.’
She smiled in relief, certain that she had found the source of the worry. ‘He’ll be here in a minute. I’m sure he’ll want to talk to you before the meeting. I have to go and get some things together, I’ll be back in a few, alright?’
He nodded, careful to smile a little. She rubbed his shoulder…
...and it started to slide down to his chest, their lips still locked together…
‘…It’s good to have you here again Jack.’
‘Thanks Michelle.’ She left the office, he sat behind his new desk and closed his eyes...
...as the hand moved lower, running across his stomach in a gentle caress that almost made him groan. Fingers stroked slowly over the ridges of his stomach muscles and the breath caught in the back of his throat as one finger trailed lower, maybe by accident, but it was low enough to make the general pleasure he’d been feeling suddenly more specific and he gasped as there was a twitching in his groin...
He broke the kiss but didn’t move backwards. The hand still stroked, carefully, in safer regions and Jack was confused. He had liked it unsafe...
What are we doing? was all he could think but there was no power in him to utter the words. All he could do was stand, and reciprocate and go with it because it felt so good to be held, to have someone in his arms, to feel anything other than all-consuming emptiness and pain...
The hand moved to his hip and pulled him close, one jean-clad thigh moved slowly, it pressed, asking to be let in... he shifted and it slid between his legs, he could feel the muscles working underneath the skin as they moved, rubbing against his groin and causing small bolts of pleasure to run up his body, telling him he was alive, before they rushed downwards again and began to knot together, causing a small groan to escape his lips as he felt himself start to harden...
The phone rang and he reached for it without thinking. ‘Bauer.’
‘Mr. Bauer, this is Chloe O’Brian. I’m your head of Tech.’ Jack looked up and could see her through the glass.
‘Hi Chloe. You can come into the office if you like.’
‘Well, I didn’t know if that was appropriate seeing as you just got here. I just wanted to say that I’m going down to the meeting, just so you know I’m not slacking off somewhere. But I have a file that you’ll need later, should I bring it in now?’
Jack smiled to himself. She was ten feet away and on the phone.
‘Sure Chloe. Bring it in.’
She hung up. Five seconds later she knocked the glass and waited to be waved inside. He could hardly stop himself from laughing as he shook her hand, but she was frowning so he didn’t. ‘I’m going down now. Tony just got here.’
The need to laugh disappeared. She handed him the file and left and he walked back to the desk and sat down, not looking down to the floor where he knew Tony would be. Remembering the way that...
...there was pressure against his hip and he knew what it was, knew that Tony wanted this. But why? And suddenly it came to him – that he was not the only person that was alone now, he was not the only one that had lost something. She had hurt them both and only they knew what it was like. It was something they shared...
...he allowed himself to be kissed again, and he raised a hand, trailing it slowly up the broad back and burying it in the thick dark curls, pressing lightly to make the kiss deeper. It didn’t matter why this was happening, he just knew that it felt good and he needed to feel good, they both did, he wanted more, his body was starting to cry out for it. Tony seemed to sense it and the hand on his hip moved under the hem of his T-shirt and then there were fingers, running slowly over hot skin, rolling over the muscles in his back while all the time his leg tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed, sending waves of pleasure, stronger now, all the way through him...but they all found their way home, down to his crotch where he was fully hard and straining and gasping in the intensity of their closeness.
‘Tony...’
Hot lips on his neck, tasting him, nibbling at him, biting gently...his own fingers tangled in the other mans hair while the other hand gripped his back, locking him in, not letting him go. And all the time, that leg, pressing against him, driving him wild...
Tony pulled his head back, and Jack could see feel his eyes on him, two dark pools that were even darker than the rest of the room, they bored into him. Neither of them spoke and the silence grew loud, it seemed to buzz through them and heat the air where they stood. This was the decider and Jack didn’t know what to do. So he just waited and when Tony ran his hands down his sides, and gripped the edge of his shirt, he didn’t stop him, even when the man paused for a moment to give him the time to say ‘no.’
But he didn’t. He could feel the smile rather than see it but it didn’t matter and within a few seconds his shirt was pulled over his head and fingers were exploring his skin, rubbing in slow circles, flicking gently over his nipples and that was it, Jack knew he would never be able to stop now...
‘Yours too...’
He was already helping it up, not wanting fabric between them, wanting flesh, wanting everything and Tony knew it, wanted it too...a brief rustle and then he was pulled back only this time it was skin on hot skin and Jack revelled in the warmth, remembering what it was to touch, as he explored with his fingers and his mouth, enjoying the taste of salt that made his tongue tingle, loving the strength in the arms that held him, wanting more, needing it...
Tony started to push him backwards, walking them to where the bed was without letting go. Jack felt the back of his legs hit the mattress and he stopped, but he was pushed down carefully, sliding off the strong thigh so that there was a long, deep, breathtaking moment of pleasure that seemed to spread through him and set him on fire... he couldn’t stop the moan this time and he was glad that he didn’t because Tony knew what he needed, the leg was replaced by a hand that squeezed and kneaded the bulge in his jeans and Jack thought he was going to go out of his mind with pleasure...but it wasn’t enough, he wanted more, had to have it...
‘God Tony...’
There was another knock on the door and he waved Michelle inside. ‘Briefing in five. Tony will be over in a second.’
‘OK.’
It was all he could say. His throat was dry but he forced himself to look over the walkway through the glass – yes, there he was. Shit, this was going to be awkward, even though it had happened nearly two years ago. Jack told himself that he was being stupid, it hadn’t been an issue the day of the bomb – but that had been different, and he knew it. And it had been acknowledged that day too, just once – when he’d been about to walk out of CTU at the start and Tony had stopped him. ‘I know Jack…I was there.’ That was all he said and he knew that Tony hadn’t forgotten, knew that they shared something that they were trying to ignore. And instead of it driving him away, Jack had remembered what Tony did for him that night, and what he’d given back, and it had been one of the things that forced him to stay.
But now, there was no crisis. Nothing that would keep their minds away from it. Shit. It was going to be hard working with a man that had once…
...kissed him deeply and with almost unbearable patience, slowly popped open the top button of his jeans. He knelt down, those deep eyes staring into Jack as he opened the second, then the third, exposing tight flesh and the hem of his boxer shorts. Then he paused and Jack tried to will him to hurry up, what was he waiting for?
‘Have you done this before?’
Oh. Shit.
‘Ummm...no.’ He was embarrassed to admit it but didn’t know why. Surely it would be worse to say yes? ‘Have you?’
‘Couple of times. Don’t worry.’
His hand opened the last button and the straining length of Jack’s cock was almost free, just one thin layer of material between it and what he desperately wanted. Tony smiled in the darkness, slid his hand over it and squeezed gently, causing Jack to moan as he leant back, palms down on the bed, taking his weight. He looked down and watched Tony slowly stroke his stomach, his fingers trailing the soft hair that ran from his navel to his groin, he had to stop himself from pushing forward to get more, his mind screaming with frustration.
Eventually the shorts were eased down and he was exposed but Tony didn’t tease now, he was filled with hunger as his mouth closed round the head of the pulsing cock, his tongue flicking over the tip, sliding over the hole, while he sucked gently, slowly, making Jack writhe and moan and start to push back. Fuck, it felt good and all the pain of earlier had disappeared, all he could think about was pleasure and how much he wanted this. He looked down, Tony felt him watching him and drew back completely, letting just his tongue flick out and over the top of the head, alternating speed and pressure until Jack was almost out of his mind... he reached, buried his hands in the hair and pulled the mouth back onto him, bending forward so that he was half curled over the figure on the floor, moving the head at the speed he wanted, dissolving in pleasure as the hot mouth engulfed him whole and sucked and licked and played with him until he couldn’t move or speak or think...
Suddenly it was gone and Jack could have cried in frustration. He had been so close... but it wasn’t enough. He knew what Tony wanted and he wanted to give it to him, knew that they needed it. His hand closed around his own cock but he didn’t move it although the desire to do so was incredible. He just waited as Tony got rid of the rest of his clothes and kicked them away... and then he just stood, all dark skin and muscle that Jack wanted to feel rubbing against him. But he seemed hesitant.
He sat and looked up at him, wanting to be touched – but he knew he had to touch in return. So he nodded at him, Tony moved forward and stood between his legs so that Jack’s mouth could reach... a sigh rippled through him as he felt the heat and tightness close around his length and he started to push forward, gently, not wanting to make him gag but needing more, wanting this to make the loneliness disappear...
Tony stood outside the office, trying not to look as though he were reluctant to go in. He could see Jack in there, just sitting behind his desk, he seemed to be just staring at his hands. Unusual, Jack was usually a whirlwind of activity – it could only be one thing. This was going to awkward.
‘Tony. Did you want something?’
He sighed and turned. But it gave him an excuse to put it off. ‘Uhh…yeah. A copy of the overnights. I thought you went down to the briefing already Chloe?’ Damnit, Michelle was coming up the stairs.
‘I did. Then I came back to get your copy of the overnights.’ She handed the file to him triumphantly and took off, just as Michelle got there.
‘You guys done?’
‘Haven’t been in yet.’
‘We’ll be late.’ She pushed into Jack’s office with a token knock, Tony noticed the unease on his face as he looked up. He let out a long silent breath, trying not to appear nervous but all he could think about was the time that...
...he had to pull back, he couldn’t take the pleasure. There had been no one since Nina and Jack’s mouth felt too damn good. He looked down at the soft blond hair that was tangled around his fingers and he wanted to possess him suddenly, he wanted the body pressed underneath him, he wanted it all. Never thought he would be here, never dreamed of it – but now he was and he needed it. He hadn’t even liked this man until a couple of months ago, now they were joined by the actions of one woman that nearly ruined them both... he needed to know that Jack wasn’t going anywhere. Had to feel it. Had to say sorry with his flesh because words weren’t enough.
He reached down and pressed him backwards so that he was finally on his back, it had seemed to take forever to get there. But they had time... he covered him, kissed him, enjoyed the moans in his ear as his hip pushed into the throbbing erection below him, had to fight to keep control of himself as his own cock rubbed against the soft fuzz on the hard stomach that he covered...
Eyes met and they both knew what the other was thinking. Tony looked at the floor, tried to smile, scratched at his cheek. Jack brushed his fingers across his nose and sniffed, pulled a corner of his mouth up and looked away. Michelle laughed.
‘Oh you two. Men!’ She felt comfortable teasing, Jack was her friend and she loved Tony. ‘C’mon, or we’ll be late.’
‘We’re in charge here Michelle, they’re hardly going to start without us.’ He forced his stare back up. ‘Good to have you back man.’
He walked forward and extended his hand, Jack smiled and took it. Handshakes were OK. Social necessity, it would only be weird if they didn’t.
‘Thanks Tony. It’s good to be back.’ Eyes locked again and Tony was afraid Michelle would pick up on something if he didn’t get out of here soon. Their hands dropped and neither knew what to say.
He moved back and Michelle rolled her eyes. ‘OK, if that’s all you’ve got to say to each other, let’s go.’ Before he could stop her though, she gave Tony a quick peck on the lips. Jack swallowed and looked away...
...Tony was gently nibbling at his lips, enjoying giving pleasure just by pressing down, moving around slightly, sweat and heat making their bodies glide as Jack moaned into his mouth. This was fun, keeping him at the edge like this...but there would have to be more soon, the pressure was getting to be too much and he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
‘Got any lubrication?’
‘Oh God...what?’
‘We need lube Jack. I’m not gonna hurt you.’
Somehow that made the whole situation a lot more real and Jack felt him stomach clench as he got nervous. He hadn’t thought this far ahead, he’d just been concentrating on how he felt, how it made everything bad go away. But this...it felt different. He’d never done this before.
Tony felt the anxiety and pushed into him, reminding him that he was there, he was close, he could hold on to him. ‘Trust me Jack. Just this once...’
Jack closed his eyes, screwing them up against the ecstasy that threatened to overcome him. ‘In the bathroom,’ he managed to gasp out. ‘Cabinet...’
Tony slid off him and walked away, giving Jack time to wonder what the hell he was doing. But his questions were answered as soon as the weight of the other man left him... he needed him back. Lying there, naked and alone, even for those few seconds, brought back every night of overwhelming loneliness that he’d lived with since the funeral – he couldn’t be alone now, not now they’d come this far...
He was back and there were hands touching him again, stroking his chest, pinching and soothing. Lips tugged at his nipples, teeth buried themselves gently into his stomach to the point of pain, until the tongue soothed it over. Lower and lower, gliding, sucking, licking...he was writhing and hot, nearly lost it at the first pressure of the mouth around his cock...but it was just a tease to keep him ready. Tony was tugging at himself rapidly, making sure he was as hard as possible before he squeezed liberal amounts of KY onto his hand and started rubbing it over his engorged penis. Jack watched him with wide eyes, fuck, they were really going to do it...
‘Michelle!’
‘Ohhh what? We’re all friends here. And I think Jack figured it out already anyway, didn’t you Jack?’
He forced himself to look at her, nodded and tried to smile once again. He could feel the eyes on him and couldn’t look at him. ‘Good for you guys. It’s great.’
Tony was embarrassed. ‘We gotta go. Here Jack, take a look at the overnights, they’ll help you get up to speed.’ He handed them over and Jack reached for them, their fingers accidentally brushed and Jack...
...visibly jolted as he felt fingers reaching below his balls and brush across his entrance. Fuck, he must be crazy! Tony was just making sure that there was enough lube on him but he played around the hole too, kneading tense muscles and oh God, it felt good... Jack couldn’t help but rub his hand down his shaft and squeeze tightly, moaning and trying not to push down. Tony leaned forward and slid his tongue between his lips, trying to distract him from the fact that his fingers were sliding in now, he didn’t want to hurt him. Jack tensed anyway and Tony stopped, murmuring at him to relax, he’d take his time. Eventually Jack did and the fingers moved again, probing, searching, stretching, oh so slowly, oh so carefully and it didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would, Tony was gentle and patient and soft and - oh holy fuck, what the fuck was that?!! His whole body went rigid as there was a brush against something inside him, something that made his cock jerk and spasm and he had to bite down hard on his lip to keep control. He felt the smile through the darkness and wanted to tell him to stop laughing but there it was again, the shockwave of pure overwhelming pleasure that threatened to push him over the edge already.
‘Oh shit, don’t do that again, not yet...’
‘OK, if you’re sure.’ The fingers continued their probing but they were working their way out now and Jack could hardly bear to feel them leave.
‘More...Christ Tony, more...’ He reached for him, his hands slippery over the lube but he slid his hands down the cock and underneath until he was holding his sac, playing with the balls the way he liked his played with, rolling them around, squeezing slightly and he was satisfied with the quickening of breath he heard from the darkness.
‘That’s it...oh shit, enough. Stop Jack.’ He did and Tony wasted no time in pushing him back on the bed and pressing the head of his cock against his entrance. ‘Ready? Just relax...’
Jack gasped as he felt the pressure but he wanted it so much he didn’t have a chance to get scared. Tony was half-kneeling, half-standing – one foot on the floor, his other knee on the edge of the bed as he prepared to enter. But Jack didn’t want that, he wanted to feel his weight, wanted to hold someone again. But he couldn’t talk, suddenly there was pain and his body tensed again, only half-hearing the soothing mumbles that fell from Tony’s lips, only half feeling the hand that stroked his cock and tried to take his mind away from the pain...
Tony tried to make it easier and it wasn’t too bad, Jack didn’t fight him. The sight of the hard body beneath him was almost too much for him to look at as it writhed and he couldn’t help it, he had to push in further. There was a small yelp and he immediately leant forward, kissing those soft lips, murmuring an apology... he slid in further and Jack moaned suddenly, pleasure breaching pain, and he reached out, wrapped his arms around Tony’s back and wouldn’t let go.
‘Come closer...’
Tony answered with a thrust and was rewarded with another moan and a push down on his cock, Jack wanted more. And shit, he was tight and hot and it felt fucking amazing... he pushed again and then again, starting a slow, steady rhythm, getting deeper with each thrust...
‘Closer Tony...’
Fuck... any closer and he was gonna blow his stack. But he slid Jack up the bed anyway, then hooked one arm underneath his right knee and pulled his leg up. He held his arm there, to keep the leg in place and to give Jack something to push back on – at the same time, he got deeper access and could cover his body completely... which he now did, giving his weight which was what Jack wanted.
Jack thought he was in heaven, for a moment there he really believed he had died. Tony sank deeper inside him, lost himself there, but it was Jack that was gone, he couldn’t form thoughts anymore, all he was aware of was the thing moving inside him, the man on top of him, the security he felt from being held...Tony pressed his face into his neck, moved his leg and pushed harder, scraping his prostate over and over, harder and harder, Jack couldn’t breathe, his cock felt like it had burst into flames as it slithered hotly over Tony’s wet stomach, the friction on the underside sending unbearable pleasure through him, lifting him, making him fly, making his balls clench and swell and tighten, making him jolt and spasm and oh fuck...scream, he was gonna scream if this didn’t stop... oh shit...
...Tony was battering him now, thrusting as hard as he could, his breath coming in ragged gasps in Jack’s ear. ‘...you feel so fucking good Jack...oh shit...I need you to come, you gotta come...’ Jack couldn’t hear the words, couldn’t move...Tony couldn’t hold out anymore, Jack was pushing down on him so hard and he was so fucking tight...he reached a hand between them and brushed his fingers over the tip of the straining purple cock between their bodies and that was all it took, Jack threw his head back and suddenly cum was spraying everywhere, coating their stomachs as he turned to stone, his whole body in spasm as he came harder than he ever had, his mouth curled in a silent scream, and shit... Tony took one look at his face and emptied himself without warning, it was too much, he couldn’t hold it as Jack jolted and clamped down on him, causing a ragged, guttural, primal yell to tear through his body and erupt from his mouth in perfect sync with the eruption that coated Jack inside...he thrust a few more times to get it all out and then just collapsed, too spent to do anything else...
They lay for a long while after that, no words passing between them because nothing needed to be said. Neither objected when Tony shifted to one side and pulled Jack close, neither minded when Jack wrapped his arms around that strong chest and held him in return. It was just one night and it wouldn’t be spoken of again, hell, they might never see each other again. They both knew that Jack wasn’t coming back to work and for this short space of time, the ghosts of Teri and Nina and their own pasts were held at bay for a while and that was enough for now...
...Tony dropped the file and scrambled to pick it up, Jack flushed instantly and looked away. Michelle looked from one to the other in confusion, what had she missed?
‘Guys?’
Their eyes were locked together again and they searched for words to break it before this got out of control.
‘What’s going on? You’re surely not mad at each other…?’
Tony sighed and broke the deadlock. He carefully put one arm around Michelle’s shoulders.
‘No, not mad. We both did what we needed to do that day…right Jack?’ He gave a nervous half-smile and Jack looked at the floor for a second before raising his eyes and looking into the dark ones again.
‘Yeah. It was just one day. We can get over it.’
They both grinned and the tension was gone. Michelle visibly relaxed. ‘Great. Now we can get to work. Believe me Jack, you don’t want to find out what it’s like here when Chloe gets pissed…’
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Date: 2005-04-04 02:23 pm (UTC)And the tension between Jack and Tony, with Michelle right in the middle of it. Ha! Lovely! Not quite as lovely as the Jack/Tony hotness, but yeah. heh. I love how Jack needs Tony, and how Tony responds to that, giving Jack what he needs. Very very very nice.
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Date: 2005-04-04 02:30 pm (UTC)Thank you very much! Heh, was quite fun to write this one, hotter and less angsty than my first effort at slash. I'm glad it was a) hot, b)tension-y (lol, tension filled?), and c) flowed well = aims completed. Thank you! :D :D
Oh and, I personally thought that Michelle needed a slap in this but the woman wont be told. I mean - I finally get the boys under control and now Michelle is creating havoc? WTF is with that?!!
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Date: 2005-04-04 02:36 pm (UTC)I role play Michelle, and a lot of my Tony fics end up narrated by her. It's very odd. She's a pain in my butt sometimes, but, I <3 her anyway.
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Date: 2005-04-04 02:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-04 02:53 pm (UTC)I'm attempting to write my next chapter, featuring Jack. It's not going so well. Not sure what the problem is. I may have to sit on it a little longer and go on to something else. Heh.
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Date: 2005-04-04 02:56 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-04-04 03:20 pm (UTC)*fails awfully*
Heh heh...I loved the idea of jack and Michelle in S2 but now? Not so much. She's being too much of a hardass at the moment, even if it is all a big facade. Straightening your hair does not make you Sherri, young wummen!
Heh. She wishes.
Anyway, I think Jack and Michelle getting together in your fic would be a fab idea, simply for all the angst it will bring all round. Never enough angst! :D
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Date: 2005-04-04 03:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-04 04:51 pm (UTC)Lol, sorry, I have something of a one-track mind.
Anyway...This fic I'm writing is set after S3, Jack/Michelle is a real possibility...YAY! It's easy - no one can resist The Jack, right? So have him grab her and She Will Say Yes. :)
And a page is good progress, keep at it. :)
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Date: 2005-04-04 04:55 pm (UTC)The way it's playing out...She may be the one to grab him, and HE WILL SAY YES. Heh. Actually I'm not sure. I'll have to write it out and see. I tend to do that too. I'm a self described seat-of-the-pants writer. I rarely have more than a vague idea of what I'm going to do when i sit down to write. I just...sit down and write.
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Date: 2005-04-04 05:02 pm (UTC)*squeeeee* Well, he's a bloke isn't he, he's bound to say Yes! :D :D I seriously cant wait to read this, it's gonna rock.
I too, am a seat-of-pants writer. I get an idea, or a line or something tiny and just write down what happens. Have you tried planning stuff out? I dont get how people can do it - as soon as I write detailed plans, I dont want to actually write the damn thing anymore. Kills everything. Yet some of the best fic writers I know plan every detail out first....ah well, I guess we all do it differently, but as long as the results please us, it allgood. :)
I envy you your short chapter ability though - lol, I cant clear my throat in less than a paragraph. Never shorter than 8 pages these days, usually more like 12. *woe*
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Date: 2005-04-04 05:06 pm (UTC)I envy you writing longer chapters. I don't have the patience. I'm inpulsive. I just want to get it written and filed away. And hopefully the feedback comes in. Heh.
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Date: 2005-04-04 05:27 pm (UTC)Lol - believe e, writing long chapters can be a drag. Sometimes i really want to write but I know its gonna turn into an epically (is that a word?) long thing and i cant muster the energy to do it. Still, worth it in the end when people like stuff. :)
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Date: 2005-04-04 09:02 pm (UTC)Epically. I like that. Dunno if it's a word, but it can be one now *g*
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Date: 2005-04-06 06:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-06 07:18 am (UTC)Heh. That one was fun to write. :D
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Date: 2005-04-06 07:57 pm (UTC)Awesome line, and so very true.
'You’ll get to know her pretty quickly. She’s uh...very direct...shall I say…'
*snort* Yes, direct would be one way to describe Chloe. :D
And she was grateful, Jack thought, that Tony was there with him now because she couldn’t do it, couldn’t hold him while he cried because it killed her inside. They didn’t cry together. Not ever.
Ah, God. Poor Jack.
‘You too sir.’
‘Call me Jack.’
Hee! In the Jack/Chase fic that
Tony seemed to sense it and the hand on his hip moved under the hem of his T-shirt and then there were fingers, running slowly over hot skin, rolling over the muscles in his back while all the time his leg tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed, sending waves of pleasure, stronger now, all the way through him...but they all found their way home, down to his crotch where he was fully hard and straining and gasping in the intensity of their closeness.
*flails* Dear Lord, that's hot.
And it had been acknowledged that day too, just once – when he’d been about to walk out of CTU at the start and Tony had stopped him. ‘I know Jack…I was there.’ That was all he said and he knew that Tony hadn’t forgotten, knew that they shared something that they were trying to ignore.
Oh, the angst. Poor boys. *pets them and makes it all better*
Godalmighty. Guh. Christ. You kill me with hotness, every damn time. I really loved how all of the smut was memory, and it flowed really, really well with the rest of the fic. It's so terribly Jack, too, the way his mind can be speeding along but he manages to keep it inside and do his work. Awesome fic. :)
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Date: 2005-04-11 02:42 pm (UTC)Thank you very much, I'm very happy you liked it! *squeeee* Lol, I would never have tried to write slash if it weren't for you, so yeah, you get the credit! :D
only somewhat more awkward because there shall be PORNYAY!
OMGPORNYAYWTF??!!11! Hee! Can't wait...
*thud!*
Date: 2005-06-16 11:21 am (UTC)threw his head back and suddenly cum was spraying everywhere, coating their stomachs as he turned to stone, his whole body in spasm as he came harder than he ever had, his mouth curled in a silent scream, and shit...
Whooooaaaa!!! *fans self*
That is hawt.
Re: *thud!*
Date: 2005-06-16 04:28 pm (UTC)Damn men wih their bits that we don't have... *grumblemuttergrumble*
Once again, thank you very much. Glad you liked it. :)