Valentine Fic: Accepted Truths (Eureka)
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serene_quillTitle: Accepted Truths
Pairing: Jack/Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1800
Disclaimer: Don’t own, just borrowing for a bit of fun.
Warnings: unbeta'ed, AU late season 2
Summary: Valentine fic for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lazaefair who requested: Pre-slash, pre-relationship, leading up to first time or relationship (whatever you feel like writing out). I guess this focuses on Jack and Nathan's relationship developing to the point of discovering attraction to each other. But, not so fast - they have to start from never having been (consciously) attracted to men before. Before meeting each other, they did not date men in college and did not self-identify as gay or bi. So how did two heretofore straight males end up humping madly in a GD utility closet (or wherever) despite themselves? May lead to either fluff or angst, or both. Bonus points for Taggart walking in on them and making remarks about mating habits.
A/N: Ended up being more about questioning sexuality and self identity than a slow build, hope you like it!
Jack had found since working in Eureka that many of his accepted truths simply weren’t true. The first moon walk occurred in 1968. False. People couldn’t spontaneously combust. False. Dreams stayed in one person’s head only. False.
Jack Carter was completely straight. False? He sighed, picking up a rock and tossing it in the lake. Since the odd incident yesterday, he’d decided his brain was overtaxed, overstressed, and he’d more than earned a day off.
But the calmer he got, the less sense it all made.
The day before had seemed like any other crisis. Alarms blaring, and people going crazy because they’d been exposed to a chemical spill. GD vents failing to open and Jack trying to get Nathan up to a command access room. Jack tugging a seemingly oblivious to danger Nathan into an empty closet a moment before he’d been caught, pressing him automatically into the wall, one eye on the hall, waiting for the angry mob to pass. “God, you have no common sense, do you?” he asked Nathan, still keeping one eye on the hall.
Nathan shifted under his grip, and Jack found himself remembering the magnetic fence, because he was suddenly turned on with no reason to be. He instantly started to move away and Nathan tugged him back, just before another wave of scalpel wielding scientists passed the door. This time, Jack could feel what felt suspiciously like an erection against his hip. He looked up, surprised to see Nathan looking just as stricken. “Maybe,” Nathan shifted again, gritting his teeth. “Another side effect of the chemical. Secondary exposure.”
“Yeah,” Jack agreed, his arousal spiking as Nathan shifted again. “Stop moving!”
“Problem, Carter?” Nathan smirked, shifting his hips deliberately. “I’m just fine.” And just like that, Jack mused, it had turned into one of their usual pissing matches, trying to one up each other, each moving in order to try and bring the other off first, insulting and sniping at each other as they moved.
“Fuck, you would be turned on by your projects going awry, wouldn’t you?” Jack had snapped, as he suddenly upped the game by shoving a hand down Stark’s pants, gripping the other man’s erection. Nathan quickly followed suit, his rough hands shocking Jack.
“Wouldn’t have pegged you as into men,” Nathan struck quickly, and Jack groaned when Nathan hit the right tempo, shaking his head.
“I’m not,” Jack managed, pumping Nathan harder. “Chemical.”
“Doesn’t change sexuality, no chemical does that,” Nathan retorted, then frowned. “Maybe this one does.”
“What, you want me to believe you’re straight?” Jack shot back, rolling his eyes. “You, slinking around in your GQ suits and put together better than any straight man on the planet?”
“Shut up,” Nathan demanded, using his height and free hand to force Jack around, slamming him against the wall, suddenly kissing Jack, the sensation more than Jack could withstand, Nathan’s kissing so unlike he expected, hot and soft, his tongue forcing Jack’s mouth open but then taking his time to explore gently. Jack moaned into the kiss as he came, dimly aware of Nathan thrusting into his hand twice more before groaning through his own orgasm. Nathan continued to kiss him, as though he could pour himself into Jack, and Jack had no intention of stopping him.
Finally, breathing hard, Nathan pulled away, looking warily at Jack. “We need to get to the vents open.”
“No kidding,” Jack agreed.
Hours later, after Henry had taken blood and Jack was finishing up locking up a few of the scientists who had a slower reaction to the chemical dissipating, he was handed a copy of the lab work, signed off on by Nathan Stark, showing that their blood work was completely clean, no sign that they’d ever been affected by the chemical spill.
Jack tossed another rock in the lake, sighing to himself. Jo had been a little surprised when he’d told her he was taking a sick day, looking a little pale as she probably remembered his last sick day. “God, I would just be screwed up enough to be attracted to Nathan Stark,” Jack grumbled to himself.
His phone rang, and Jack pulled it out, seeing Nathan Stark on the caller ID for the fourth time that day. He hit the ignore button, settling back down with the sonic fishing rod he borrowed from Dr. Todd that morning.
About an hour and a half later, his silent brooding about the state of his sexuality was broken by the crunch of gravel under tires. He used a small mirror from the fishing kit to look, not turning, confirming his guess that it was a black beamer. He stunned a fish with precision, listening to the footsteps on the dock, waiting for them to stop.
“Do you have any idea how hard it was to track you down?” Nathan sounded irritated.
“What do you want, Stark?” he asked flatly, stunning another fish.
“I’m not gay,” Nathan said, voice matter of fact, and Jack rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, I’m not either,” Jack replied snidely, turning and aiming the fishing rod when Nathan took a step closer. “What do you want?”
“God knows why, but it seems I want you,” Nathan replied dryly. “I’ve been half crazy thinking about you for the past 24 hours.”
“But we’re straight,” Jack said, noticing that Nathan suddenly smirked, looking much more self assured. “What?”
“We,” Nathan drawled, grinning lazily. “You said ‘we’ are straight. You can’t get it out of your mind either.”
“I’m open minded enough to accept that it was good sex, and I enjoyed it,” Jack replied carefully. “Not that it means anything more.”
“Which is why you’re out here sulking instead of taking my calls,” Nathan observed, stepping closer. Jack childishly pushed the button, sending a jolt of sonic energy at Nathan’s leg. “And determined to keep me at arm’s length for no reason.”
“So what?” Jack grumbled, turning back to the lake, heart starting to thud harder, as he let Nathan walk closer.
“I have a hypothesis,” Nathan murmured in his ear. “You know Kinsey hypothesized that sexuality wasn’t polar. You could be straight your entire life with one major exception.”
“And you just happen to be attracted to me?” Jack replied, shivering a little at the intimate tone. “Reality check, Nathan, you hate me.”
“I want you in my bed,” Nathan said, taking the fishing rod from Jack’s hand easily. “I’m not saying I want to start a relationship or anything yet, I’m saying we should explore this.”
“Why?” Jack asked, breathing getting shallow as Nathan moved closer, fingers closing around Jack’s wrists and straddling him and pinning him firmly in place.
“Because good scientists test their hypotheses. Because it would be fun,” Nathan said, grinding his hips a little, making Jack gasp. “Because we’d be explosive and because maybe we’d be good together.”
“We’d kill each other,” Jack objected weakly, head falling back when Nathan leaned in to nuzzle at his neck. “God, Nathan, feels good,” he admitted, words half choked out, the drag of Nathan’s beard over the soft skin of his throat sending an electric current straight to his cock. Straight or not, his body seemed to be enjoying this an awful lot.
“Exactly why you should let me take you home,” Nathan muttered in his ear, before tugging Jack’s earlobe with his teeth.
“So, what, just some fucking around for fun, or something else?” Jack asked, trying to move his arms but still restrained by Nathan.
“Something else,” Nathan replied finally, sitting up and looking down at Jack for a moment. “I don’t share.”
“I don’t either,” Jack said, struggling a little. “So you’d have to stop pursuing Allison,” he added, thinking it might drive the other man away.
“You too,” Nathan replied simply, rocking his hips into Jack’s. “Look, while we’re figuring this out, it’s just us. If we end up self destructing, we can go back to fighting over Allison or dating dry cleaners or whatever else you want.”
Jack let his breath escape in a shaky sigh, surprised. He hadn’t expected Nathan to pursue this, but maybe he should have. Nathan could be ruthless when he wanted something. “Okay,” he heard himself agree.
Nathan’s eyes lit up, and the sight was breathtaking, making Jack pull Nathan down into a fierce kiss, laughing when the chair tipped, dumping them onto the dock. Nathan took advantage, locking his fingers tighter and pressing them to the wooden slats as he deepened the kiss. Jack’s hips jerked up, rutting against Nathan, desperate to feel more.
Nathan met his thrust, erections rubbing through pants, and Jack gasped, struggling again, not enough sensation for him. “Dreamed about trying this, kept me up half the night,” Nathan murmured between kisses, finally letting go of Jack’s hands only to undo Jack’s belt, fumbling a bit as he pulled Jack’s erection free of his pants. Jack felt his head fall back in shock when Nathan tentatively licked at the crown of his erection, a quick taste.
“Ungh, god, Nathan,” he stammered, forcing himself to hold still when the little licks, exploring continued. “You just jump right in, don’t you?” he gasped.
“Best way,” Nathan agreed, sucking Jack in a little, then backing off, stroking slowly, taking his time to look carefully at Jack. Jack reassuringly stroked Nathan’s face, before a hungry, predatory look crossed Nathan’s face, his eyes rolling back as Nathan quickly swallowed half of his cock.
Nathan continued, motions growing more confident as Jack groaned, letting him know what was appreciated, versus the little warning noise he made when Nathan’s teeth scraped him. Not wanting to push Nathan, he linked his fingers with Nathan’s, squeezing hard to try and warn him, but Nathan kept sucking, squeezing back. “Nathan, I’m gonna…” he managed to stammer, and Nathan flickered his eyes in a way that clearly said he understood, and Jack stopped fighting it, crying Nathan’s name as he came.
He was aware of Nathan coughing a little, spitting and looking surprised. “Going to take some getting used to,” he told Jack, who nodded, sitting up a little, looking at Nathan eagerly, suddenly intent on taking his turn, to reduce Nathan to whimpers in such a pleasant way. The scientist flushed a little, looking down at the wet splotch on his pants. “Next time,” he said ruefully, and Jack snorted, somehow able to believe that Nathan had gotten off on reducing him to a helpless mass of need, under his control.
“How about I take you home, make it sooner rather than later?” Jack invited, carefully zipping himself up again, and Nathan leaned over, kissing him quickly.
“I could take the afternoon off,” Nathan agreed, tugging Jack up, hands gripping the sheriff’s ass, and Jack deepened the kiss, tasting himself on Nathan’s lips.
“Oye, mates!” Taggart’s cry broke them apart, him standing at the end of the dock, jaw dropped in shock. “I’m out here to study the mating habits of Branta Canadensis not Homo Sapiens Ignoramus. Get a bloody room!”
Jack chuckled, tugging on Nathan’s hand. “Yeah, good advice, Taggart,” he managed, turning bright red. Nathan followed him up the dock, smirking.
“Guess that answers how we’re going to come out,” he observed, and Jack rolled his eyes, left with no choice but to pull Nathan into another kiss.
Pairing: Jack/Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1800
Disclaimer: Don’t own, just borrowing for a bit of fun.
Warnings: unbeta'ed, AU late season 2
Summary: Valentine fic for
lazaefair who requested: Pre-slash, pre-relationship, leading up to first time or relationship (whatever you feel like writing out). I guess this focuses on Jack and Nathan's relationship developing to the point of discovering attraction to each other. But, not so fast - they have to start from never having been (consciously) attracted to men before. Before meeting each other, they did not date men in college and did not self-identify as gay or bi. So how did two heretofore straight males end up humping madly in a GD utility closet (or wherever) despite themselves? May lead to either fluff or angst, or both. Bonus points for Taggart walking in on them and making remarks about mating habits.A/N: Ended up being more about questioning sexuality and self identity than a slow build, hope you like it!
Jack had found since working in Eureka that many of his accepted truths simply weren’t true. The first moon walk occurred in 1968. False. People couldn’t spontaneously combust. False. Dreams stayed in one person’s head only. False.
Jack Carter was completely straight. False? He sighed, picking up a rock and tossing it in the lake. Since the odd incident yesterday, he’d decided his brain was overtaxed, overstressed, and he’d more than earned a day off.
But the calmer he got, the less sense it all made.
The day before had seemed like any other crisis. Alarms blaring, and people going crazy because they’d been exposed to a chemical spill. GD vents failing to open and Jack trying to get Nathan up to a command access room. Jack tugging a seemingly oblivious to danger Nathan into an empty closet a moment before he’d been caught, pressing him automatically into the wall, one eye on the hall, waiting for the angry mob to pass. “God, you have no common sense, do you?” he asked Nathan, still keeping one eye on the hall.
Nathan shifted under his grip, and Jack found himself remembering the magnetic fence, because he was suddenly turned on with no reason to be. He instantly started to move away and Nathan tugged him back, just before another wave of scalpel wielding scientists passed the door. This time, Jack could feel what felt suspiciously like an erection against his hip. He looked up, surprised to see Nathan looking just as stricken. “Maybe,” Nathan shifted again, gritting his teeth. “Another side effect of the chemical. Secondary exposure.”
“Yeah,” Jack agreed, his arousal spiking as Nathan shifted again. “Stop moving!”
“Problem, Carter?” Nathan smirked, shifting his hips deliberately. “I’m just fine.” And just like that, Jack mused, it had turned into one of their usual pissing matches, trying to one up each other, each moving in order to try and bring the other off first, insulting and sniping at each other as they moved.
“Fuck, you would be turned on by your projects going awry, wouldn’t you?” Jack had snapped, as he suddenly upped the game by shoving a hand down Stark’s pants, gripping the other man’s erection. Nathan quickly followed suit, his rough hands shocking Jack.
“Wouldn’t have pegged you as into men,” Nathan struck quickly, and Jack groaned when Nathan hit the right tempo, shaking his head.
“I’m not,” Jack managed, pumping Nathan harder. “Chemical.”
“Doesn’t change sexuality, no chemical does that,” Nathan retorted, then frowned. “Maybe this one does.”
“What, you want me to believe you’re straight?” Jack shot back, rolling his eyes. “You, slinking around in your GQ suits and put together better than any straight man on the planet?”
“Shut up,” Nathan demanded, using his height and free hand to force Jack around, slamming him against the wall, suddenly kissing Jack, the sensation more than Jack could withstand, Nathan’s kissing so unlike he expected, hot and soft, his tongue forcing Jack’s mouth open but then taking his time to explore gently. Jack moaned into the kiss as he came, dimly aware of Nathan thrusting into his hand twice more before groaning through his own orgasm. Nathan continued to kiss him, as though he could pour himself into Jack, and Jack had no intention of stopping him.
Finally, breathing hard, Nathan pulled away, looking warily at Jack. “We need to get to the vents open.”
“No kidding,” Jack agreed.
Hours later, after Henry had taken blood and Jack was finishing up locking up a few of the scientists who had a slower reaction to the chemical dissipating, he was handed a copy of the lab work, signed off on by Nathan Stark, showing that their blood work was completely clean, no sign that they’d ever been affected by the chemical spill.
Jack tossed another rock in the lake, sighing to himself. Jo had been a little surprised when he’d told her he was taking a sick day, looking a little pale as she probably remembered his last sick day. “God, I would just be screwed up enough to be attracted to Nathan Stark,” Jack grumbled to himself.
His phone rang, and Jack pulled it out, seeing Nathan Stark on the caller ID for the fourth time that day. He hit the ignore button, settling back down with the sonic fishing rod he borrowed from Dr. Todd that morning.
About an hour and a half later, his silent brooding about the state of his sexuality was broken by the crunch of gravel under tires. He used a small mirror from the fishing kit to look, not turning, confirming his guess that it was a black beamer. He stunned a fish with precision, listening to the footsteps on the dock, waiting for them to stop.
“Do you have any idea how hard it was to track you down?” Nathan sounded irritated.
“What do you want, Stark?” he asked flatly, stunning another fish.
“I’m not gay,” Nathan said, voice matter of fact, and Jack rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, I’m not either,” Jack replied snidely, turning and aiming the fishing rod when Nathan took a step closer. “What do you want?”
“God knows why, but it seems I want you,” Nathan replied dryly. “I’ve been half crazy thinking about you for the past 24 hours.”
“But we’re straight,” Jack said, noticing that Nathan suddenly smirked, looking much more self assured. “What?”
“We,” Nathan drawled, grinning lazily. “You said ‘we’ are straight. You can’t get it out of your mind either.”
“I’m open minded enough to accept that it was good sex, and I enjoyed it,” Jack replied carefully. “Not that it means anything more.”
“Which is why you’re out here sulking instead of taking my calls,” Nathan observed, stepping closer. Jack childishly pushed the button, sending a jolt of sonic energy at Nathan’s leg. “And determined to keep me at arm’s length for no reason.”
“So what?” Jack grumbled, turning back to the lake, heart starting to thud harder, as he let Nathan walk closer.
“I have a hypothesis,” Nathan murmured in his ear. “You know Kinsey hypothesized that sexuality wasn’t polar. You could be straight your entire life with one major exception.”
“And you just happen to be attracted to me?” Jack replied, shivering a little at the intimate tone. “Reality check, Nathan, you hate me.”
“I want you in my bed,” Nathan said, taking the fishing rod from Jack’s hand easily. “I’m not saying I want to start a relationship or anything yet, I’m saying we should explore this.”
“Why?” Jack asked, breathing getting shallow as Nathan moved closer, fingers closing around Jack’s wrists and straddling him and pinning him firmly in place.
“Because good scientists test their hypotheses. Because it would be fun,” Nathan said, grinding his hips a little, making Jack gasp. “Because we’d be explosive and because maybe we’d be good together.”
“We’d kill each other,” Jack objected weakly, head falling back when Nathan leaned in to nuzzle at his neck. “God, Nathan, feels good,” he admitted, words half choked out, the drag of Nathan’s beard over the soft skin of his throat sending an electric current straight to his cock. Straight or not, his body seemed to be enjoying this an awful lot.
“Exactly why you should let me take you home,” Nathan muttered in his ear, before tugging Jack’s earlobe with his teeth.
“So, what, just some fucking around for fun, or something else?” Jack asked, trying to move his arms but still restrained by Nathan.
“Something else,” Nathan replied finally, sitting up and looking down at Jack for a moment. “I don’t share.”
“I don’t either,” Jack said, struggling a little. “So you’d have to stop pursuing Allison,” he added, thinking it might drive the other man away.
“You too,” Nathan replied simply, rocking his hips into Jack’s. “Look, while we’re figuring this out, it’s just us. If we end up self destructing, we can go back to fighting over Allison or dating dry cleaners or whatever else you want.”
Jack let his breath escape in a shaky sigh, surprised. He hadn’t expected Nathan to pursue this, but maybe he should have. Nathan could be ruthless when he wanted something. “Okay,” he heard himself agree.
Nathan’s eyes lit up, and the sight was breathtaking, making Jack pull Nathan down into a fierce kiss, laughing when the chair tipped, dumping them onto the dock. Nathan took advantage, locking his fingers tighter and pressing them to the wooden slats as he deepened the kiss. Jack’s hips jerked up, rutting against Nathan, desperate to feel more.
Nathan met his thrust, erections rubbing through pants, and Jack gasped, struggling again, not enough sensation for him. “Dreamed about trying this, kept me up half the night,” Nathan murmured between kisses, finally letting go of Jack’s hands only to undo Jack’s belt, fumbling a bit as he pulled Jack’s erection free of his pants. Jack felt his head fall back in shock when Nathan tentatively licked at the crown of his erection, a quick taste.
“Ungh, god, Nathan,” he stammered, forcing himself to hold still when the little licks, exploring continued. “You just jump right in, don’t you?” he gasped.
“Best way,” Nathan agreed, sucking Jack in a little, then backing off, stroking slowly, taking his time to look carefully at Jack. Jack reassuringly stroked Nathan’s face, before a hungry, predatory look crossed Nathan’s face, his eyes rolling back as Nathan quickly swallowed half of his cock.
Nathan continued, motions growing more confident as Jack groaned, letting him know what was appreciated, versus the little warning noise he made when Nathan’s teeth scraped him. Not wanting to push Nathan, he linked his fingers with Nathan’s, squeezing hard to try and warn him, but Nathan kept sucking, squeezing back. “Nathan, I’m gonna…” he managed to stammer, and Nathan flickered his eyes in a way that clearly said he understood, and Jack stopped fighting it, crying Nathan’s name as he came.
He was aware of Nathan coughing a little, spitting and looking surprised. “Going to take some getting used to,” he told Jack, who nodded, sitting up a little, looking at Nathan eagerly, suddenly intent on taking his turn, to reduce Nathan to whimpers in such a pleasant way. The scientist flushed a little, looking down at the wet splotch on his pants. “Next time,” he said ruefully, and Jack snorted, somehow able to believe that Nathan had gotten off on reducing him to a helpless mass of need, under his control.
“How about I take you home, make it sooner rather than later?” Jack invited, carefully zipping himself up again, and Nathan leaned over, kissing him quickly.
“I could take the afternoon off,” Nathan agreed, tugging Jack up, hands gripping the sheriff’s ass, and Jack deepened the kiss, tasting himself on Nathan’s lips.
“Oye, mates!” Taggart’s cry broke them apart, him standing at the end of the dock, jaw dropped in shock. “I’m out here to study the mating habits of Branta Canadensis not Homo Sapiens Ignoramus. Get a bloody room!”
Jack chuckled, tugging on Nathan’s hand. “Yeah, good advice, Taggart,” he managed, turning bright red. Nathan followed him up the dock, smirking.
“Guess that answers how we’re going to come out,” he observed, and Jack rolled his eyes, left with no choice but to pull Nathan into another kiss.
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Date: 2009-02-14 11:11 pm (UTC)Very nice. My favorite (He's soooo right about that):
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Date: 2009-02-15 08:25 pm (UTC)