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.
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 jean_prouvaire and I are working on, there's a bit that goes quite a lot like that, only somewhat more awkward because there shall be PORNYAY!
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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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. :)