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51stcenturyfox) wrote2009-01-04 11:54 am
51stcenturyfox) wrote2009-01-04 11:54 am
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Fic: Homeworld Honey (Jack Harkness/John Hart) NC-17
Title: Homeworld Honey
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51stcenturyfox
Pairing: Jack/John/others
Rating: NC-17 for sex/language
Wordcount: 730
Summary: With 17 simultaneous pleasures in the Lotus Nebula waiting for you, why would you stick with one person?
Notes: Time Agent Academy. From a song prompt bykaraokegal
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I want you.
Jack reads John's lips from across the room, feels the words tickle at a nerve somewhere along his spine and swallows hard. He's standing at the bar with a couple - another cadet and his partner from the old home system, just there for the weekend.
Jack figures the four of them could... take it back to his room, or the cadet's. He's attractive. Got that joie de vivre. The partner is... gorgeous, really. John’s type (that would be blonde in this case, but the truth is, John’s never met anyone gorgeous who’s not his type.) She’s an eyes-wide homeworld honey and her arm is folded tightly into the cadet’s as he laughs and buys Jack another drink.
That'll last, Jack thinks.
The cadet is ahead of him, nearing finals. He'll soon be transporting for his first duty shot. He’ll make it home a few times in that first year, if he's lucky. If he wants to go home. The honey will wait, brag to her friends, bore ‘em stiff with the whole true love thing. Being a Time Agent is a big deal, in most places. Being with a Time Agent? Also a big deal.
Then the visits will come less often and dry up entirely. There will be blame, and pointless crying.
There's nobody waiting for Jack like this, back at Boeshane. Well, his mother, obviously, but no partner who'll expect visits or regular correspondence or to be missed. There is no framed photo in his room of a smiling face with eyes which seem to follow him around and silently approve of the sharp creases in his uniform.
Jack doesn’t like the idea of leaving anyone behind.
It happens at the Academy too. Months thrown together with other cadets lead to arrangements which turn into relationships. These are discouraged but overlooked. The faculty knows most of them won't last, won't become permanent attachments.
The idiots get tattoos. Jack knows one cadet - he's obsessing - gets his boyfriend's name tattooed on his shoulder. His partner goes into the shop with him - they're passing a bottle back and forth, laughing - and comes out with a design on his shoulder, also. It's a lotus, in honor of… well, it’s obvious which assignment he’s bucking for. That'll last.
Attachments are not a good thing in this line of work.
"Let's party, action man," John had said, restless. He’d slapped him on the belly. “Come on Joyless, drop the books and walk your happy feet out of your fucking dorm room for once.”
Jack, stretched out on his bed, studying, had groaned in protest.
“I get out. I go places.”
“Right. This week? Barring classes? Have you really? Thought not.”
“I…” Jack considered. Damn, he hadn’t.
“Exactly. Because you’re no fun. Come on, beautiful.”
And then he had to get off the bed because John had stepped up to jump on it, sending his books flying.
That night, the young woman's long fingernails dig into Jack’s sides as she straddles him, her head thrown back. John is quiet for once, his lips busy with the other cadet.
“These beds really need to be bigger,” the cadet moans, edging off and to the floor, and Jack sees John’s mouth curl, remembers him saying, “Beds are for sleeping”.
John would rather fuck on a desk, halfway over a chair, pressed hard against the wall.
“I prefer the unconventional,” he’d said, and that was true.
Later, John's arm is around the blonde’s shoulder. They're sated, sweaty, tangled in a blanket on the floor.
"Where is it you come from again, love? Mind if I look you up sometime?"
Jack stirs. John looks up at him and continues murmuring softly to the woman as his hand pulls through her damp hair.
"...mmmhmm, yes. Sounds like a lovely place."
Jack knows John only calls homeworld "love" because he can't remember her name, if he'd even asked. Probably hadn't. She doesn’t know that, though. She also doesn’t know not to believe anything John says. Well, most things John says. He has this subtle tell when he’s making shit up. It’s an eye twitch. Maybe Jack will warn him about that sometime.
The other cadet stretches, curls his body around Jack's, He's listening too. Jack realises he doesn’t remember the cadet’s name, either, which is really... kind of awful.
The expression on the cadet’s face? Smug. That's mine, over there.
When Jack glances at his own reflection in the mirror across the room, he sees the same look.
Dammit.
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Like Time Agents? Me too, love. More here
filthgoblin also just wrote this lovely, hot piece
Author:
51stcenturyfox Pairing: Jack/John/others
Rating: NC-17 for sex/language
Wordcount: 730
Summary: With 17 simultaneous pleasures in the Lotus Nebula waiting for you, why would you stick with one person?
Notes: Time Agent Academy. From a song prompt by
karaokegal Crossposted to
torchwood_decaf , galactic_conman and guns_n_poodles click for plain text on a white background
I want you.
Jack reads John's lips from across the room, feels the words tickle at a nerve somewhere along his spine and swallows hard. He's standing at the bar with a couple - another cadet and his partner from the old home system, just there for the weekend.
Jack figures the four of them could... take it back to his room, or the cadet's. He's attractive. Got that joie de vivre. The partner is... gorgeous, really. John’s type (that would be blonde in this case, but the truth is, John’s never met anyone gorgeous who’s not his type.) She’s an eyes-wide homeworld honey and her arm is folded tightly into the cadet’s as he laughs and buys Jack another drink.
That'll last, Jack thinks.
The cadet is ahead of him, nearing finals. He'll soon be transporting for his first duty shot. He’ll make it home a few times in that first year, if he's lucky. If he wants to go home. The honey will wait, brag to her friends, bore ‘em stiff with the whole true love thing. Being a Time Agent is a big deal, in most places. Being with a Time Agent? Also a big deal.
Then the visits will come less often and dry up entirely. There will be blame, and pointless crying.
There's nobody waiting for Jack like this, back at Boeshane. Well, his mother, obviously, but no partner who'll expect visits or regular correspondence or to be missed. There is no framed photo in his room of a smiling face with eyes which seem to follow him around and silently approve of the sharp creases in his uniform.
Jack doesn’t like the idea of leaving anyone behind.
It happens at the Academy too. Months thrown together with other cadets lead to arrangements which turn into relationships. These are discouraged but overlooked. The faculty knows most of them won't last, won't become permanent attachments.
The idiots get tattoos. Jack knows one cadet - he's obsessing - gets his boyfriend's name tattooed on his shoulder. His partner goes into the shop with him - they're passing a bottle back and forth, laughing - and comes out with a design on his shoulder, also. It's a lotus, in honor of… well, it’s obvious which assignment he’s bucking for. That'll last.
Attachments are not a good thing in this line of work.
"Let's party, action man," John had said, restless. He’d slapped him on the belly. “Come on Joyless, drop the books and walk your happy feet out of your fucking dorm room for once.”
Jack, stretched out on his bed, studying, had groaned in protest.
“I get out. I go places.”
“Right. This week? Barring classes? Have you really? Thought not.”
“I…” Jack considered. Damn, he hadn’t.
“Exactly. Because you’re no fun. Come on, beautiful.”
And then he had to get off the bed because John had stepped up to jump on it, sending his books flying.
That night, the young woman's long fingernails dig into Jack’s sides as she straddles him, her head thrown back. John is quiet for once, his lips busy with the other cadet.
“These beds really need to be bigger,” the cadet moans, edging off and to the floor, and Jack sees John’s mouth curl, remembers him saying, “Beds are for sleeping”.
John would rather fuck on a desk, halfway over a chair, pressed hard against the wall.
“I prefer the unconventional,” he’d said, and that was true.
Later, John's arm is around the blonde’s shoulder. They're sated, sweaty, tangled in a blanket on the floor.
"Where is it you come from again, love? Mind if I look you up sometime?"
Jack stirs. John looks up at him and continues murmuring softly to the woman as his hand pulls through her damp hair.
"...mmmhmm, yes. Sounds like a lovely place."
Jack knows John only calls homeworld "love" because he can't remember her name, if he'd even asked. Probably hadn't. She doesn’t know that, though. She also doesn’t know not to believe anything John says. Well, most things John says. He has this subtle tell when he’s making shit up. It’s an eye twitch. Maybe Jack will warn him about that sometime.
The other cadet stretches, curls his body around Jack's, He's listening too. Jack realises he doesn’t remember the cadet’s name, either, which is really... kind of awful.
The expression on the cadet’s face? Smug. That's mine, over there.
When Jack glances at his own reflection in the mirror across the room, he sees the same look.
Dammit.
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Like Time Agents? Me too, love. More here
filthgoblin also just wrote this lovely, hot piece
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Really glad you liked this. :)
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I'm pretty sure John hasn't heard about Gray yet. Jack doesn't overshare, does he?
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Come to think of it, The first line and the last line sum up the whole story. ;)
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Wait a minute? I'm dealing drugz? Oh noes! :0
Hit it!
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oh, and it was hot!
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Hopefully RTD doesn't do an Agency story someday and Joss my fanon.
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Believe me, I can't stop. I love them so much!
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And after I'm done with revisions today, I want to read the rest of your Jack/John, and now I'm REALLY looking forward to that NO fic.
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A lot of people won't give "THIS isn't my OTP" fic a chance (*frownie*) so thank you!
Great feedback, as well.
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Cute but depressing. That's what I was going for. *g*
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