Last Call, Part 3
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serene_quillTitle: Last Call, Part 3/3
Pairing: Jack/Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~3200
Warnings: Spoilers through Season 2, especially certain cliffhangers from episode 213, “A Night in Global Dynamics”.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, but if I did, this is how season 3 would kick off.
I'd offer cookies, but all my baking got donated to the writer's on my corner for the past two weeks. My waistline thanks me.
In Jack’s experience, relationship based conversations that began with ‘we should talk’ were never a good thing. In fact, they usually ended up in heartbreak for him. There were always exceptions to the rule though, and Jack suddenly found himself desperate for one of those exceptions now.
“Look, I know, rebound, and horrible time, plus drunk, and we all do stupid things,” he babbled, quickly trying to build some space so it wouldn’t hurt so much when Nathan pushed him away.
“Jack.”
The single word stopped Jack’s outburst, and his brain shorted out when Nathan reached up and grabbed a hold of his sweater, pulling him down close. “Shut up,” Nathan murmured, before closing the last few inches between their lips. Jack shuddered at the soft touch of Nathan’s beard along his face and even softer lips moving gently under his. Jack’s hand came up to cup Nathan’s face, moving the kiss from tender to consuming. Nathan’s tongue skimmed over Jack’s lips, and Jack opened for him, letting the other man’s tongue slide over his. He tried to wriggle closer, and the peril of making out in a hammock suddenly became clear as Nathan tipped a little unsteadily, breaking the kiss.
“We should talk,” Nathan repeated, his hand sliding up to Jack’s shoulder so his thumb could skim along Jack’s throat. “This isn’t a one-off for me, Jack, and if we just rush in…”
“Yeah, I know,” Jack agreed. He eyed the hammock thoughtfully, and nudged Nathan to get him to sit up a little. He slung his leg carefully around Nathan and slid into the hammock behind Nathan. Nathan settled easily between Jack’s legs, resting his head against Jack’s shoulder.
“That worked well,” he observed, feeling oddly comfortable nestled into Jack’s body as he was.
“Yeah,” Jack agreed, sliding his arms around Nathan’s waist. “I could get used to this.”
“I want to,” Nathan admitted, snuggling against the sweater a little, trying not to blush at his very tactile response to a worn bit of fabric and the hard muscle beneath. “God, you feel good.”
“Zoë bought me this sweater for father’s day when she was ten,” Jack told him. “I’ve worn it to death. Abby was always trying to throw it away.”
“Do you think she’ll have a problem, with us?” Nathan asked, suddenly feeling a cool bit of ice in his stomach. “I know she could use it to make custody a problem if she wanted.”
“No, Abby wouldn’t do that,” Jack replied easily. “She and I both have what she liked to call a mixed gender past. Actually, her last email indicated she was seeing an ex-girlfriend again.”
Nathan processed this, smiling a little to himself. “You and she really are a lot alike,” he informed Jack, who chuckled.
“What about Allison?” Jack asked. His tone was light, but Nathan could feel the muscles tightening all throughout Jack’s body as he asked. Nathan deliberately slid a hand into Jack’s, gently running his free fingers over Jack’s knuckles, waiting for a little of the tension to ease.
“When I asked Allie to marry me, she pointed out that during my entire proposal, I never said I loved her. And she didn’t believe I was really in love with her. I told her I needed her and Kevin as my family, as she told me I could have that without marrying her,” Nathan repeated the words mechanically. “And then she said no, she didn’t want to remarry me.”
“And here I thought she was a genius,” Jack observed, and Nathan sighed, shrugging.
“I’m thinking she was probably right,” he admitted. “I got so caught up in needing to be a family that I missed that it wasn’t Allison who I wanted to be with.”
“So I guess the next question I need to ask is what are we doing here?” Jack pulled back a little, his blue eyes carefully assessing Nathan’s face. “If you want to take some time, make sure this isn’t a rebound or anything…”
“It isn’t like that,” Nathan replied. “I started noticing you as someone I wanted to be with when you understood what Callister meant to me.”
“That was nearly a year ago!” Jack protested, and Nathan nodded.
“That’s why I’m sure this isn’t a one time deal,” Nathan informed him. A jagged bit of fear wormed its way into his stomach. “Did you only catch on last night?”
“Honestly?” Jack asked, wincing a little. “I thought you were hot the first time I walked into your office. I just assumed you were completely out of my reach. And then you were so much fun to argue with. It was better than flirting to me.” He paused, watching how his paler finger laced with Nathan’s darker ones. “I know what you mean about the night we went after Callister. I had never seen that side of you. It’s amazing.”
They were quiet for a long time, just relaxing into each other. “You know that I’m part of a package deal, me and Zoë,” Jack told him. “If you’re dating me, you have to take her too.”
“I can live with that,” Nathan agreed easily. “She’s a good kid.”
“Oh, and this agreeable version of you?” Jack added, and Nathan laughed.
“Don’t get used to him,” Nathan teased. “I enjoy sparring with you too much to give it up entirely.”
“Thank god,” Jack replied, grinning. “I mean, me too.”
“Anything else we should discuss?” Nathan asked, suddenly sobering.
“Uh, I don’t think so,” Jack looked puzzled by the sudden shift in Nathan’s tone.
“Good,” Nathan murmured, sliding up a little so he could loop a hand behind Jack’s head, drawing him into a quick, fierce kiss. “I want to go back to this part.” Jack slid a little into the hammock, so Nathan could roll himself up on top of Jack, their bodies pressed tightly together. Nathan dipped his head down to taste Jack’s lips again, moaning as Jack surged up into the kiss, his tongue trying to take control of the kiss.
Nathan eased a hand under Jack’s sweater, making Jack groan as well as calloused fingertips slid over his chest. He was about to pull off Jack’s sweater completely, when a low trill broke their concentration. “Don’t answer it,” Nathan said, resting his forehead against Jack’s.
“I have to,” Jack was already digging in his pocket for his cell phone.
“I can make you regret it,” Nathan threatened playfully. Jack gave him a long look, and then deliberately flipped his phone open.
“Carter.” Jack’s authoritative tone was very nice, Nathan decided. Remembering how Jack had gone boneless the night before when Nathan had nuzzled his neck, Nathan grinned wickedly.
Jack frowned, then flushed as Nathan started kissing along his jaw. “Zoë, that’s fine. You know, ZOE, if you want to stay late, I’m not home yet either, Zoë.” Nathan chuckled at the not so subtle hint to stop. He contemplated it for a moment; it was Zoë on the phone after all. Then he nipped at Jack’s throat anyway.
“No, I’m not being weird!” Jack strangled the words, wriggling under Nathan’s teasing. “I’m at Nathan’s. No, honey, he’s not drunk.” Nathan slid his tongue up the long column of Jack’s neck. “Um, okay, if you want…” Jack thrust the phone in Nathan’s face, gasping gratefully as Nathan broke off his attack, wrinkling his brow in confusion at the proffered phone. “She wants to talk to you,” Jack explained.
Nathan took the phone gingerly, hesitantly asking, “Hello?”
“Dr. Stark, this is Zoë.”
“Yes, I heard your dad mention your name a few times,” Nathan replied easily.
“Yes, well, I want to know what your intentions are,” Zoë said primly, and Nathan sat up a little, blinking in surprise.
“I… beg your pardon?” he asked incredulously. “My intentions?” Beneath him, Jack was now shaking with silent laughter.
“Whatever, you and my dad are so not subtle, so I know you’ve either hooked up with him already, or you’re working on it. I just want you to know that if you hurt him, Jo is going to show me thirteen ways to brain damage a man with one blow.”
“You have my word, that’s the last thing I want to do,” Nathan promised. There was a pause through the phone while Zoë considered his statement.
“All right, but you’re coming over tomorrow night for dinner.”
“Sounds good,” Nathan agreed. Jack, sensing that the conversation had moved out of the realm of serious discussion, began to duplicate Nathan’s attack on his throat, making Nathan almost drop the phone. “Did you need to speak with your dad again?” Nathan asked hopefully.
“Just…get it out of your systems now, okay?” Zoë pleaded in typical pained teenager tones. “Ick, Grownup PDA.”
“We’ll work on that,” Nathan agreed with a laugh. “Goodnight, Zoë.”
“Goodnight, Dr. Stark.”
She hung up before Nathan could ask her to call him by his first name. “Your daughter just invited me over to dinner tomorrow night, and suggests we work all this yucky PDA out of our systems so she doesn’t have to see it tomorrow night.” He tucked the cell phone back into Jack’s pocket, wriggling his fingers as he did.
“Right, like that’ll happen,” Jack scoffed. “It’s too much fun to watch her squirm.”
Nathan gazed down on Jack, who was smiling softly. “She asked what your intentions are,” Jack sounded proud.
“I’m glad you’re amused,” Nathan teased him, running his fingers through Carter’s hair.
“It was almost payback for what I’ve put the chia pet boyfriend through, except the look on your face was adorable,” Jack teased.
“I am not adorable!” Nathan insisted haughtily, making Jack laugh.
“How about tall, dark, and handsome?” Jack murmured, nipping at Nathan’s earlobe, grinning when Nathan shuddered against him. “Ah ha, a weak spot!” Jack exclaimed.
“I suppose it’s only fair,” Nathan agreed reluctantly, “Given that I found yours while I was drunk out of my mind.”
“No more of that, by the way,” Jack informed him. “I saw you and got so scared and angry.” He carded his fingers through Nathan’s hair, tugging him down for a fierce, possessive kiss. Nathan poured himself into it, letting Jack’s tongue part his lips and claim him deeply. Slowly he inched his hands under Jack’s sweater, exploring by touch. Jack gentled the kiss into soft exploration, mimicking Nathan’s fingertips tracing his skin.
Nathan wriggled closer, suddenly tugging on the sweater and breaking the kiss. “As much as I love this sweater, I want to see you,” he whispered.
“We should probably move inside,” Jack replied, cupping his face and pressing lips in a soft kiss. “I’d hate to have to arrest myself for indecency.”
“Good point,” Nathan agreed, although his mind suddenly was filled with the idea of cuffing Jack to his bed with the sheriff’s own handcuffs.
Jack watched Nathan’s eyes gleam with an idea, and felt his breath catch, lust pooling in his groin at the sight of Nathan scheming something… something he suspected involved him. “Inside,” he said, his voice husky and rough.
Nathan scrambled up, offering Jack a hand out of the hammock. Jack plastered himself against Nathan as he got up, pulling him into a tight quick kiss. Nathan made a soft noise of protest as Jack pulled away. “Damn tease,” Nathan muttered.
“Public nuisance,” Jack countered. “Besides, I’m only a tease if I don’t follow through.”
“True,” Nathan grinned, sticking a hand in Jack’s back pocket, giving him an excuse to keep an eye on Jack’s ass as he walked. They made it through the door before Nathan ended up with an armful of amorous Jack making quick work of his shirt buttons. “Off,” he demanded, lifting Jack’s shirt. Jack complied, then pulled Nathan back up against him. Bare skin slid over bare skin, sending hot skitters of energy along Nathan’s nerves.
Nathan pushed Jack backwards as he kissed him, pressing him against the wall. Jack seemed to have gained an extra set of hands, because Nathan’s senses were overloading from the gentle touches that seemed to be everywhere at once. He found himself fascinated with the dips along Jack’s biceps, with the curve at his hip. He eased back from Jack, realizing he’d pushed his leg between Jack’s. Jack moved after him, trying to maintain contact, pinning him against the wall in turn.
“God, what you do to me,” Jack murmured. His fingers were undoing Nathan’s belt when a shrill phone ring broke their reverie. “Not me this time,” he observed breathlessly, still fumbling with Nathan’s belt.
“I should…” Nathan panted, groaning as Jack slid his fingers deliberately over the hardness under Nathan’s jeans. “If it’s important, they’ll call back,” he decided. He scrambled to open Jack’s jeans, their fingers racing even as Jack’s mouth found his again. This time it was Jack who slowed them down, his fingers wrapping around Nathan’s wrists and pulling them sideways to pin them to the wall.
“Maybe we should take this to a bedroom?” Jack suggested, and Nathan nodded gamely. He wriggled his wrists against Jack’s grip, surprised when Jack didn’t ease up. “Come on,” Jack baited him, suddenly filling the air with a light teasing energy. Nathan grinned and threw his weight into the struggle, knocking Jack back a little. They wrestled back and forth a little as Nathan found his footing again.
He waited for Jack to fall into a pattern of counter moves, then leaned up and pecked him quickly before whispering, “Catch me if you can, Sheriff.” His hands slid free while Jack was surprised, and Nathan darted out of the kitchen and toward the bedroom. He chuckled as he heard Jack curse somewhere behind him. He slid on the hardwood floor as he hit the living room, losing momentum as he headed toward the bedroom. He had reached the bedroom when Jack tackled him into the bed.
Nathan managed to turn to face Jack, pinned beneath the other man’s body in a way that made him hard enough to pound nails. “Hi,” he whispered, framing Jack’s face with his hands. He lifted up just enough to press his lips them to Jack’s. Jack slid his hands between their bodies, finding the snap and zipper and making quick work of them. Nathan quickly attempted to catch up, encountering a row of buttons instead.
“Okay, the jeans have to go,” he snarked, and Jack chuckled, helping him with the buttons. Jeans and boxers became a tangled heap on the floor, and Nathan couldn’t have cared less when he heard his cell phone land with a thud on the hard wood floor. His eyes rolled up in his head for one brief moment as Jack wrapped his fingers around Nathan’s already leaking cock, his fingers slowly exploring the ridges. Nathan groaned, but the sound was swallowed by Jack’s kiss.
Jack moved his attack up Nathan’s jaw as his hand continued to caress with too gentle touches that had Nathan arcing into the touch, aching and desperate for a stronger touch. “Stop teasing me,” he whimpered, the sensations doubling as Jack nipped his earlobe. Nathan knew they were both too wound to make it last long.
“No chance,” Jack murmured, slowing his hand, making Nathan moan softly. “You make such interesting noises.”
“I’m the scientist, I should be the one experimen--… ahh,” Nathan’s breath hitched as Jack grasped his cock solidly, slow but firm strokes replacing the light touches. “Please,” he gasped, and Jack complied, his touch growing rougher and speeding up. Nathan cried out, arching and moaning as he came suddenly, unable to hold back against the sensations swamping his body.
He slowed his breathing, carefully rolling his body over on top of Jack’s. He kissed Jack, aware of Jack’s erection nudging at his hip as they pressed together. Jack raised his hips eagerly, and Nathan pressed a hand into his chest, pushing Jack back down against the mattress. “Now, now, patience, Jack,” he teased, enjoying turning the tables. He kissed a line down Jack’s neck, keeping his hands on Jack’s hips, pressing down to keep him from rubbing against Nathan.
Jack groaned in frustration, but it faded into a moan as Nathan closed his lips around one of Jack’s nipples, licking and teasing the peak. Jack took a deep breath, struggling to control himself. The next moment he shouted, startled as Nathan’s lips closed over the head of his cock, licking and teasing.
“God, Nathan, please,” Jack begged, his hands tangling in the curls at the nape of Nathan’s neck. Nathan took the invitation and sucked Jack in as far as he could. He swirled his tongue around, pulling up long gone memories of the last time he had done this. Jack’s breath was coming out mixed with little whines of pleasure, sounds that were pure Jack. He eased off a little, running his tongue along the vein at the bottom of Jack’s erection, making Jack mutter hoarsely, odd scraps of words that resembled Nathan’s name spilling out of his mouth. Nathan sucked hard, his fingers slipping down to caress Jack’s balls.
“I’m gonna…” Jack managed to stammer, and Nathan sucked harder as Jack came, filling his mouth. He swallowed, and then slowly slid back up to rest next to Jack.
Jack snuggled into Nathan’s chest, pressing a few gentle kisses along Nathan’s collarbone. “I didn’t expect you to do that,” he confessed, and Nathan pressed a kiss to the top of Jack’s head.
“Glad I could surprise you,” Nathan replied, letting Jack burrow in closer, sliding his leg over Nathan’s. Nathan adjusted so Jack could lay half over him, and Nathan could wrap his arms around him. Sensing Jack drifting into a comfortable drowsing, he managed to snag a soft quilt from the foot of his bed and pull it over them, so he could join Jack drifting into a pleasant sleep.
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Allison unlocked the front door, spotting the abandoned shirts littered between the kitchen and dining room. She slid quietly over to the doorway of Nathan’s bedroom, watching for a moment as the two men slept, heartstoppingly beautiful wrapped up in each other. The last little bit of reservation she had about the two men melted. She smiled, back tracking to the front door.
“Nathan?” she called out, closing the door with a bang this time. “Your cell phone is going straight to voice mail!” She savored the moment of Jack and Nathan cussing, falling over each other to get dressed.
“Take your time, boys,” she called out, unable to stop herself from grinning. The teasing from this could entertain her for weeks. And the mental images… she shuddered pleasantly, settling into the recliner to wait for them. The problems at GD weren’t that urgent. After all, Fargo blew things up every day.
She pulled out her cell phone, dialing the number for Café Diem and not bothering to keep her voice down as she spoke. “Vince, you can close down the betting. I’m confirming Jack and Nathan as the winners.” She bit her lip to keep from laughing as loud thuds and cursing echoed down the hall at her words.
Pairing: Jack/Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~3200
Warnings: Spoilers through Season 2, especially certain cliffhangers from episode 213, “A Night in Global Dynamics”.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, but if I did, this is how season 3 would kick off.
I'd offer cookies, but all my baking got donated to the writer's on my corner for the past two weeks. My waistline thanks me.
In Jack’s experience, relationship based conversations that began with ‘we should talk’ were never a good thing. In fact, they usually ended up in heartbreak for him. There were always exceptions to the rule though, and Jack suddenly found himself desperate for one of those exceptions now.
“Look, I know, rebound, and horrible time, plus drunk, and we all do stupid things,” he babbled, quickly trying to build some space so it wouldn’t hurt so much when Nathan pushed him away.
“Jack.”
The single word stopped Jack’s outburst, and his brain shorted out when Nathan reached up and grabbed a hold of his sweater, pulling him down close. “Shut up,” Nathan murmured, before closing the last few inches between their lips. Jack shuddered at the soft touch of Nathan’s beard along his face and even softer lips moving gently under his. Jack’s hand came up to cup Nathan’s face, moving the kiss from tender to consuming. Nathan’s tongue skimmed over Jack’s lips, and Jack opened for him, letting the other man’s tongue slide over his. He tried to wriggle closer, and the peril of making out in a hammock suddenly became clear as Nathan tipped a little unsteadily, breaking the kiss.
“We should talk,” Nathan repeated, his hand sliding up to Jack’s shoulder so his thumb could skim along Jack’s throat. “This isn’t a one-off for me, Jack, and if we just rush in…”
“Yeah, I know,” Jack agreed. He eyed the hammock thoughtfully, and nudged Nathan to get him to sit up a little. He slung his leg carefully around Nathan and slid into the hammock behind Nathan. Nathan settled easily between Jack’s legs, resting his head against Jack’s shoulder.
“That worked well,” he observed, feeling oddly comfortable nestled into Jack’s body as he was.
“Yeah,” Jack agreed, sliding his arms around Nathan’s waist. “I could get used to this.”
“I want to,” Nathan admitted, snuggling against the sweater a little, trying not to blush at his very tactile response to a worn bit of fabric and the hard muscle beneath. “God, you feel good.”
“Zoë bought me this sweater for father’s day when she was ten,” Jack told him. “I’ve worn it to death. Abby was always trying to throw it away.”
“Do you think she’ll have a problem, with us?” Nathan asked, suddenly feeling a cool bit of ice in his stomach. “I know she could use it to make custody a problem if she wanted.”
“No, Abby wouldn’t do that,” Jack replied easily. “She and I both have what she liked to call a mixed gender past. Actually, her last email indicated she was seeing an ex-girlfriend again.”
Nathan processed this, smiling a little to himself. “You and she really are a lot alike,” he informed Jack, who chuckled.
“What about Allison?” Jack asked. His tone was light, but Nathan could feel the muscles tightening all throughout Jack’s body as he asked. Nathan deliberately slid a hand into Jack’s, gently running his free fingers over Jack’s knuckles, waiting for a little of the tension to ease.
“When I asked Allie to marry me, she pointed out that during my entire proposal, I never said I loved her. And she didn’t believe I was really in love with her. I told her I needed her and Kevin as my family, as she told me I could have that without marrying her,” Nathan repeated the words mechanically. “And then she said no, she didn’t want to remarry me.”
“And here I thought she was a genius,” Jack observed, and Nathan sighed, shrugging.
“I’m thinking she was probably right,” he admitted. “I got so caught up in needing to be a family that I missed that it wasn’t Allison who I wanted to be with.”
“So I guess the next question I need to ask is what are we doing here?” Jack pulled back a little, his blue eyes carefully assessing Nathan’s face. “If you want to take some time, make sure this isn’t a rebound or anything…”
“It isn’t like that,” Nathan replied. “I started noticing you as someone I wanted to be with when you understood what Callister meant to me.”
“That was nearly a year ago!” Jack protested, and Nathan nodded.
“That’s why I’m sure this isn’t a one time deal,” Nathan informed him. A jagged bit of fear wormed its way into his stomach. “Did you only catch on last night?”
“Honestly?” Jack asked, wincing a little. “I thought you were hot the first time I walked into your office. I just assumed you were completely out of my reach. And then you were so much fun to argue with. It was better than flirting to me.” He paused, watching how his paler finger laced with Nathan’s darker ones. “I know what you mean about the night we went after Callister. I had never seen that side of you. It’s amazing.”
They were quiet for a long time, just relaxing into each other. “You know that I’m part of a package deal, me and Zoë,” Jack told him. “If you’re dating me, you have to take her too.”
“I can live with that,” Nathan agreed easily. “She’s a good kid.”
“Oh, and this agreeable version of you?” Jack added, and Nathan laughed.
“Don’t get used to him,” Nathan teased. “I enjoy sparring with you too much to give it up entirely.”
“Thank god,” Jack replied, grinning. “I mean, me too.”
“Anything else we should discuss?” Nathan asked, suddenly sobering.
“Uh, I don’t think so,” Jack looked puzzled by the sudden shift in Nathan’s tone.
“Good,” Nathan murmured, sliding up a little so he could loop a hand behind Jack’s head, drawing him into a quick, fierce kiss. “I want to go back to this part.” Jack slid a little into the hammock, so Nathan could roll himself up on top of Jack, their bodies pressed tightly together. Nathan dipped his head down to taste Jack’s lips again, moaning as Jack surged up into the kiss, his tongue trying to take control of the kiss.
Nathan eased a hand under Jack’s sweater, making Jack groan as well as calloused fingertips slid over his chest. He was about to pull off Jack’s sweater completely, when a low trill broke their concentration. “Don’t answer it,” Nathan said, resting his forehead against Jack’s.
“I have to,” Jack was already digging in his pocket for his cell phone.
“I can make you regret it,” Nathan threatened playfully. Jack gave him a long look, and then deliberately flipped his phone open.
“Carter.” Jack’s authoritative tone was very nice, Nathan decided. Remembering how Jack had gone boneless the night before when Nathan had nuzzled his neck, Nathan grinned wickedly.
Jack frowned, then flushed as Nathan started kissing along his jaw. “Zoë, that’s fine. You know, ZOE, if you want to stay late, I’m not home yet either, Zoë.” Nathan chuckled at the not so subtle hint to stop. He contemplated it for a moment; it was Zoë on the phone after all. Then he nipped at Jack’s throat anyway.
“No, I’m not being weird!” Jack strangled the words, wriggling under Nathan’s teasing. “I’m at Nathan’s. No, honey, he’s not drunk.” Nathan slid his tongue up the long column of Jack’s neck. “Um, okay, if you want…” Jack thrust the phone in Nathan’s face, gasping gratefully as Nathan broke off his attack, wrinkling his brow in confusion at the proffered phone. “She wants to talk to you,” Jack explained.
Nathan took the phone gingerly, hesitantly asking, “Hello?”
“Dr. Stark, this is Zoë.”
“Yes, I heard your dad mention your name a few times,” Nathan replied easily.
“Yes, well, I want to know what your intentions are,” Zoë said primly, and Nathan sat up a little, blinking in surprise.
“I… beg your pardon?” he asked incredulously. “My intentions?” Beneath him, Jack was now shaking with silent laughter.
“Whatever, you and my dad are so not subtle, so I know you’ve either hooked up with him already, or you’re working on it. I just want you to know that if you hurt him, Jo is going to show me thirteen ways to brain damage a man with one blow.”
“You have my word, that’s the last thing I want to do,” Nathan promised. There was a pause through the phone while Zoë considered his statement.
“All right, but you’re coming over tomorrow night for dinner.”
“Sounds good,” Nathan agreed. Jack, sensing that the conversation had moved out of the realm of serious discussion, began to duplicate Nathan’s attack on his throat, making Nathan almost drop the phone. “Did you need to speak with your dad again?” Nathan asked hopefully.
“Just…get it out of your systems now, okay?” Zoë pleaded in typical pained teenager tones. “Ick, Grownup PDA.”
“We’ll work on that,” Nathan agreed with a laugh. “Goodnight, Zoë.”
“Goodnight, Dr. Stark.”
She hung up before Nathan could ask her to call him by his first name. “Your daughter just invited me over to dinner tomorrow night, and suggests we work all this yucky PDA out of our systems so she doesn’t have to see it tomorrow night.” He tucked the cell phone back into Jack’s pocket, wriggling his fingers as he did.
“Right, like that’ll happen,” Jack scoffed. “It’s too much fun to watch her squirm.”
Nathan gazed down on Jack, who was smiling softly. “She asked what your intentions are,” Jack sounded proud.
“I’m glad you’re amused,” Nathan teased him, running his fingers through Carter’s hair.
“It was almost payback for what I’ve put the chia pet boyfriend through, except the look on your face was adorable,” Jack teased.
“I am not adorable!” Nathan insisted haughtily, making Jack laugh.
“How about tall, dark, and handsome?” Jack murmured, nipping at Nathan’s earlobe, grinning when Nathan shuddered against him. “Ah ha, a weak spot!” Jack exclaimed.
“I suppose it’s only fair,” Nathan agreed reluctantly, “Given that I found yours while I was drunk out of my mind.”
“No more of that, by the way,” Jack informed him. “I saw you and got so scared and angry.” He carded his fingers through Nathan’s hair, tugging him down for a fierce, possessive kiss. Nathan poured himself into it, letting Jack’s tongue part his lips and claim him deeply. Slowly he inched his hands under Jack’s sweater, exploring by touch. Jack gentled the kiss into soft exploration, mimicking Nathan’s fingertips tracing his skin.
Nathan wriggled closer, suddenly tugging on the sweater and breaking the kiss. “As much as I love this sweater, I want to see you,” he whispered.
“We should probably move inside,” Jack replied, cupping his face and pressing lips in a soft kiss. “I’d hate to have to arrest myself for indecency.”
“Good point,” Nathan agreed, although his mind suddenly was filled with the idea of cuffing Jack to his bed with the sheriff’s own handcuffs.
Jack watched Nathan’s eyes gleam with an idea, and felt his breath catch, lust pooling in his groin at the sight of Nathan scheming something… something he suspected involved him. “Inside,” he said, his voice husky and rough.
Nathan scrambled up, offering Jack a hand out of the hammock. Jack plastered himself against Nathan as he got up, pulling him into a tight quick kiss. Nathan made a soft noise of protest as Jack pulled away. “Damn tease,” Nathan muttered.
“Public nuisance,” Jack countered. “Besides, I’m only a tease if I don’t follow through.”
“True,” Nathan grinned, sticking a hand in Jack’s back pocket, giving him an excuse to keep an eye on Jack’s ass as he walked. They made it through the door before Nathan ended up with an armful of amorous Jack making quick work of his shirt buttons. “Off,” he demanded, lifting Jack’s shirt. Jack complied, then pulled Nathan back up against him. Bare skin slid over bare skin, sending hot skitters of energy along Nathan’s nerves.
Nathan pushed Jack backwards as he kissed him, pressing him against the wall. Jack seemed to have gained an extra set of hands, because Nathan’s senses were overloading from the gentle touches that seemed to be everywhere at once. He found himself fascinated with the dips along Jack’s biceps, with the curve at his hip. He eased back from Jack, realizing he’d pushed his leg between Jack’s. Jack moved after him, trying to maintain contact, pinning him against the wall in turn.
“God, what you do to me,” Jack murmured. His fingers were undoing Nathan’s belt when a shrill phone ring broke their reverie. “Not me this time,” he observed breathlessly, still fumbling with Nathan’s belt.
“I should…” Nathan panted, groaning as Jack slid his fingers deliberately over the hardness under Nathan’s jeans. “If it’s important, they’ll call back,” he decided. He scrambled to open Jack’s jeans, their fingers racing even as Jack’s mouth found his again. This time it was Jack who slowed them down, his fingers wrapping around Nathan’s wrists and pulling them sideways to pin them to the wall.
“Maybe we should take this to a bedroom?” Jack suggested, and Nathan nodded gamely. He wriggled his wrists against Jack’s grip, surprised when Jack didn’t ease up. “Come on,” Jack baited him, suddenly filling the air with a light teasing energy. Nathan grinned and threw his weight into the struggle, knocking Jack back a little. They wrestled back and forth a little as Nathan found his footing again.
He waited for Jack to fall into a pattern of counter moves, then leaned up and pecked him quickly before whispering, “Catch me if you can, Sheriff.” His hands slid free while Jack was surprised, and Nathan darted out of the kitchen and toward the bedroom. He chuckled as he heard Jack curse somewhere behind him. He slid on the hardwood floor as he hit the living room, losing momentum as he headed toward the bedroom. He had reached the bedroom when Jack tackled him into the bed.
Nathan managed to turn to face Jack, pinned beneath the other man’s body in a way that made him hard enough to pound nails. “Hi,” he whispered, framing Jack’s face with his hands. He lifted up just enough to press his lips them to Jack’s. Jack slid his hands between their bodies, finding the snap and zipper and making quick work of them. Nathan quickly attempted to catch up, encountering a row of buttons instead.
“Okay, the jeans have to go,” he snarked, and Jack chuckled, helping him with the buttons. Jeans and boxers became a tangled heap on the floor, and Nathan couldn’t have cared less when he heard his cell phone land with a thud on the hard wood floor. His eyes rolled up in his head for one brief moment as Jack wrapped his fingers around Nathan’s already leaking cock, his fingers slowly exploring the ridges. Nathan groaned, but the sound was swallowed by Jack’s kiss.
Jack moved his attack up Nathan’s jaw as his hand continued to caress with too gentle touches that had Nathan arcing into the touch, aching and desperate for a stronger touch. “Stop teasing me,” he whimpered, the sensations doubling as Jack nipped his earlobe. Nathan knew they were both too wound to make it last long.
“No chance,” Jack murmured, slowing his hand, making Nathan moan softly. “You make such interesting noises.”
“I’m the scientist, I should be the one experimen--… ahh,” Nathan’s breath hitched as Jack grasped his cock solidly, slow but firm strokes replacing the light touches. “Please,” he gasped, and Jack complied, his touch growing rougher and speeding up. Nathan cried out, arching and moaning as he came suddenly, unable to hold back against the sensations swamping his body.
He slowed his breathing, carefully rolling his body over on top of Jack’s. He kissed Jack, aware of Jack’s erection nudging at his hip as they pressed together. Jack raised his hips eagerly, and Nathan pressed a hand into his chest, pushing Jack back down against the mattress. “Now, now, patience, Jack,” he teased, enjoying turning the tables. He kissed a line down Jack’s neck, keeping his hands on Jack’s hips, pressing down to keep him from rubbing against Nathan.
Jack groaned in frustration, but it faded into a moan as Nathan closed his lips around one of Jack’s nipples, licking and teasing the peak. Jack took a deep breath, struggling to control himself. The next moment he shouted, startled as Nathan’s lips closed over the head of his cock, licking and teasing.
“God, Nathan, please,” Jack begged, his hands tangling in the curls at the nape of Nathan’s neck. Nathan took the invitation and sucked Jack in as far as he could. He swirled his tongue around, pulling up long gone memories of the last time he had done this. Jack’s breath was coming out mixed with little whines of pleasure, sounds that were pure Jack. He eased off a little, running his tongue along the vein at the bottom of Jack’s erection, making Jack mutter hoarsely, odd scraps of words that resembled Nathan’s name spilling out of his mouth. Nathan sucked hard, his fingers slipping down to caress Jack’s balls.
“I’m gonna…” Jack managed to stammer, and Nathan sucked harder as Jack came, filling his mouth. He swallowed, and then slowly slid back up to rest next to Jack.
Jack snuggled into Nathan’s chest, pressing a few gentle kisses along Nathan’s collarbone. “I didn’t expect you to do that,” he confessed, and Nathan pressed a kiss to the top of Jack’s head.
“Glad I could surprise you,” Nathan replied, letting Jack burrow in closer, sliding his leg over Nathan’s. Nathan adjusted so Jack could lay half over him, and Nathan could wrap his arms around him. Sensing Jack drifting into a comfortable drowsing, he managed to snag a soft quilt from the foot of his bed and pull it over them, so he could join Jack drifting into a pleasant sleep.
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Allison unlocked the front door, spotting the abandoned shirts littered between the kitchen and dining room. She slid quietly over to the doorway of Nathan’s bedroom, watching for a moment as the two men slept, heartstoppingly beautiful wrapped up in each other. The last little bit of reservation she had about the two men melted. She smiled, back tracking to the front door.
“Nathan?” she called out, closing the door with a bang this time. “Your cell phone is going straight to voice mail!” She savored the moment of Jack and Nathan cussing, falling over each other to get dressed.
“Take your time, boys,” she called out, unable to stop herself from grinning. The teasing from this could entertain her for weeks. And the mental images… she shuddered pleasantly, settling into the recliner to wait for them. The problems at GD weren’t that urgent. After all, Fargo blew things up every day.
She pulled out her cell phone, dialing the number for Café Diem and not bothering to keep her voice down as she spoke. “Vince, you can close down the betting. I’m confirming Jack and Nathan as the winners.” She bit her lip to keep from laughing as loud thuds and cursing echoed down the hall at her words.
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Date: 2008-02-18 07:11 am (UTC)And I really like the idea that Allison is a secret slash fan. *g*
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Date: 2008-02-18 06:29 pm (UTC)1 am on Monday morning is one of those against better judgment times. Me, I'm still recovering from the 5 inch high heels of doom and walking down a staircase for a film competition at 1 am this morning. (When you only have 72 hours, the production team becomes actors!)
Thanks! I'm really flattered! I alos am glad you enjoyed the little send up to the genre- I like throwing in subtle little send ups to friends, family, other works, or the genre itself. Too much time in postmodern English coursework, I think.
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Date: 2008-08-18 11:16 pm (UTC)*grin*