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51stcenturyfox) wrote2009-01-11 04:00 pm
51stcenturyfox) wrote2009-01-11 04:00 pm
Fic: "Psyched" Jack Harkness/John Hart (NC-17)
Title: Psyched
Author: 51stCenturyFox
Pairing: Jack/John
Rating: NC-17 for sex and language.
Wordcount: 1,217
Summary: John's got quite a mouth on him, and Jack has missed it more than he'd probably admit...
It had been nearly a year since they had seen each other and it was unexpected even though they were there for the same reason: another psych eval following the loop debacle. Time Agents had regular evaluations, but theirs were more extensive. It wasn't a good idea to arm people and send them through the vortex if they were... unbalanced.
Still, the pair rarely crossed paths, by Agency design. That they'd been scheduled for simultaneous appointments was likely a screwup, a fact which would not surprise either agent, considering prior screwups, one of which was well, major.
John was already waiting in the office, leaning against a wall instead of sitting in one of the two chairs. He had two apparent physical states: completely relaxed and sprawled out over any available piece of furniture or completely relaxed and propping up the nearest wall. In either case, an assumption of passivity would be a mistake; John was like a coiled spring, always ready to snap back.
Jack leaned a shoulder against the same wall instead of taking a chair. It wouldn't do to be at a disadvantage.
"So."
"So."
"How's your new partner, Beautiful?"
"Fine, just fine," Jack said. He studied his own hands as if they were fascinating artefacts.
"No, I mean how is she?"
"Crude."
"Ooh, that sounds intriguing."
"No, you're crude. Since when do I kiss and tell?"
"Well," John considered the question. "All the time, when you have something positive to say?"
"If you've gotta know, we're... not."
John's eyes widened. "Really." He rolled his upper back along the wall to face Jack, who stared back as his former partner continued. "Picking up pretty little things in various places around the galaxy, then, are you?"
"Sometimes, yeah. Often, in fact. Are you on something?"
"Absolutely fucking not. Clean as a whistle. My body is a temple." John's mouth twisted. "You're not getting any, are you?"
"Oh please."
"No, wait..." John paused, "of course you are. Just nothing meaningful and serious."
Jack scoffed. "Like it was, with you?"
"Pleasure is one of the few things I do take seriously, Boeshane."
"That's not what I meant."
"I'm not talking about sex, but you do still try to find meaning in things, don't you? The universe, the Agency, your lunch. Purpose, meaning, yadda yadda. You're a... secret idealist."
"Your point?"
John pushed himself off the wall with one boot and faced Jack, then leaned closer and spoke, his breath tickling against the side of Jack's jaw.
"You miss my point, don't you?"
"You never stop."
"...and that's why," John hissed. His tongue darted out to tease softly against Jack's ear before he pulled back with a smirk. "I never stop."
"That's right. You absolutely never stop getting on my nerves."
"Oh baby, I love nothing better than getting on your nerves."
Jack regarded him for a moment before gripping John's shoulders. "...and you know what else?" he said, "You still need to learn when to shut the hell up."
He hauled John to his chest and claimed his mouth in a deep and punishing kiss which slid slowly and inevitably into a warm and languid truce. It had been a while since Jack had been kissed quite like this. It was as if they had all the time in the world.
Once, they had believed that this was so.
Jack was stirred back to the present by an urgent tug at his belt. He pulled his lips away reluctantly, with a murmur of protest.
"You went rock hard the second you walked in," John whispered as he worked the buckle and unfastened Jack's trousers.
"Not here," Jack growled, low in his throat.
"Yes. Here."
He opened his mouth to argue but saw the heat in John's eyes and realised he'd lose this one, just before his former partner kissed him again, moved his hands to splay against Jack's back, lowered them and suddenly... dropped.
Then John's lips, precise and lethal, enveloped him and it seemed to Jack that minutes passed before he finally remembered to breathe. He gasped frantically for air as John shifted to his knees from a squat and his tongue played along the underside of Jack's cock, before that... oh yes, amazing...so missed this... mouth closed around him again and began a slow deliberate cadence of draw and pull.
Jack shivered with pleasure as his fingers plucked at John's hair and along his collar, then finally clasped into tight fists. He pressed them into the wall at his sides, his fingernails slicing into dampened palms.
Nothing legal should feel this fucking good, he thought.
Jack's vision blurred as he took in the wall opposite them. A soothing green colour, a framed diploma - Dr Amelia... something - and the projection of a foreign and shifting landscape.
Staring up, John saw Jack's head swivel at the sound of the airlock. He pulled back and turned to see the nurse drop his clipboard, mouth ajar.
"Don't stand there gawking, love. Join in or shut the fucking door."
"Sorry! I'm sorry!" the nurse yelped as he backed out.
John's hands ranged roughly over the back of Jack's shaking thighs, then clutched at them through folds of fabric. "Guess this will go into a report so the headshrinker can determine what it all means."
Jack looked down again, his jaw flexing, eyes deep and desperate with need.
"Dammit. Don't you stop now or -"
Before he could finish, John dipped his mouth down to one hand and those lips, feverish and familiar and wicked, wrapped around him again, working more urgently, as a slick thumb teasingly stroked his opening once, then again, before being thrust inside and turned.
Jack nearly blacked out.
A hard shudder wracked his body as John swallowed - and the back of Jack's head hit the wall with a smack. Not that maintaining silence mattered now, but he managed to bite back a shout and groaned softly instead.
"Fuck."
His breath slowed and became less ragged as John rose and pressed his palms flat to Jack's chest.
Jack's hand snaked to the nape of John's neck as he crushed their lips together, tasting himself and relishing the hot slide of John's tongue. After a long moment, John pulled away, dropped a hard kiss on Jack's collarbone and whispered in his ear.
"Don't want it to keep you up all night wondering, Gorgeous, so I'll tell you what this meant. Meant I miss the way you taste, watching your face when you come. That's all."
Neither spoke as Jack fastened his trousers and John wiped the smudge from his boot off of the wall.
The appointment was rescheduled and their respective missions were both delayed. Some urgent incident had apparently led to a reallocation of staff, which had messed up the rota. What a surprise.
"We'll see you gentlemen on Friday then, " the nurse said, avoiding their eyes.
The Agents stepped into the softly lit corridor and the portal closed behind them with a soft snick. John turned right, Jack left, and footsteps echoed until one set stopped and Jack turned and called his former partner's name. John spun and stood, his face hidden in shadow.
"Well? Coming or not?" Jack asked, and waited for a typically lascivious response. Or a "not," which would have been more disappointing than he would've liked to admit, even to Dr Amelia Something-or-other, who was probably bound to secrecy or professional discretion or whatever they called it.
John surprised him by simply striding to catch up, but as he approached, Jack saw his smile.
They were outside, squinting in the shock of daylight before John answered.
"Yes, please."
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Can I just say I absolutely love the way you write Jack and John's banter. It's so natural and it feels so real. Great work!
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If I win Powerball, these two might be doing some acting at my house. ;) (I'll even keep it clean. I have one or two scruples.)
Jeeeese
Write me some Spander.
Re: Jeeeese
(Seems to work for the Buffy fandom, though, or you'd never find all of the fic.)
Re: Jeeeese
Ooops, I just reread that and realized you wanted SPANDER. Too late, too bad, so sad.
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Great work.
ETA: it'll be a year on Friday since Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang first aired. This fic series is such a great reminder of it.
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Anniversary fic, love that idea. I just watched KKBB again this weekend.
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This is becoming a regular occurance with your writing. But I liked very much indeed. Especially the nurse. That was hilarious. Though she made the wrond decision...
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The three-parter... OMG. /runs off to comment.
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Hot. Very hot.
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Am always happy when you tell me something is hot. It's like Mr Miyagi saying: "Good kick, grasshopper".
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What a taste little bit this was *shifty eyes*
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I LOVE these two.
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This is what it must have been like. I hate that even John was kind of schmooped out toward the end of the 2nd series.
Why is this show so afraid to let characters be their worst selves, when that's who they really are?
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Thank you. I do agree with a little schmooping, because he's genuinely sorry - and genuinely angry that Gray used him to get to Jack, whom I think John loves in a totally unreasonable way. After all, he only chucked Jack off the building after he was rejected.
Writing a follow-on to the end of S2 with Jack/John right now.
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I may be super sensitive to character assassination these days especially since the new Torchwood spoilers just get worse and worse. I honestly think a wake for the real Captain Jack Harkness is going to be in order.
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We all have things we'd like to see happen (Captain John, returning, please - though I may regret that if his character does something that puts me off my pairing of choice) but hey, the only ships we can steer are our own.
Fandom is a big place and there's room for every person's views, IMO. ;)
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Icon love! (As I usually have for your icons.)
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I'll be watching out for those! The boys!
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