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serene_quill) wrote2008-01-24 01:35 am
serene_quill) wrote2008-01-24 01:35 am
Entry tags:
- eureka,
- fanfic,
- first time,
- homo aggredi,
- jack,
- nathan,
- nathan/jack,
- nc-17,
- pwp
Homo Aggredi (1/1) Jack/Nathan
Title: Homo Aggredi
Pairing: Jack/Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~3300
Warnings: Bondage, Set post season 2, contains vague spoilers through 2x13.
A/N: There are probably half a dozen comments around the marshal_science comm. about wanting to see Jack caught by his own cuffs that spawned this plot bunny... So you only have yourselves to blame! This was supposed to be PWP, but somewhere along the way spawned itself a bit of a plot.
Summary: Botched experiments at Global leave Jack all tied up.
The first thing Jack was aware of was that the inside of his mouth taste like leather. The next thing was that trying to move his hands to rub his eyes was a futile effort. He forced an eye open, looking up to see that his hands were indeed cuffed to the pipe above his head. “What the hell…” he croaked, and there was a sound of a chair being pushed back, scraping over the tile floor. The sound grated through Jack’s head, and he closed his eyes again.
“Here,” he heard Stark’s voice as a cup met his lips. He swallowed, grateful for the cool water. “How you feeling?”
“I’ve been better,” Jack admitted, shifting a little so that he could sit a bit more comfortably, and managing to get his eyes completely open this time. He was in Stark’s lab. “What happened?”
“Have you been taking those new vitamins Taggart developed with Dr. Alsips?” Stark asked, his fingers moving deftly along Jack’s throat to check his pulse.
“No,” Jack admitted, groaning as he tried to sit comfortably. “They’ve got… uh, something with the B vitamins. Zoë and I are anemic, we already have supplements from Allison. So we’re not taking them. Is Zoë okay?”
“Too much B if you added them to your regime,” Stark said, making notes on a pad. “S.A.R.A.H. locked her in. She’s fine.”
“Can I have a chair? And maybe, an explanation for why I’m handcuffed to the wall?” Jack asked, sighing as he let his head fall against his arms.
“Hang on,” Stark stood, pulling a rolling stool over. He helped Jack up onto the stool, but made no move to undo the cuffs.
“Uh?” Jack rattled the cuffs, and Stark shook his head.
“I don’t think so,” Stark replied. “GD’s started a level three experiment that sent out a low level sonic signal, which alone could have made people a bit edgy, but it wasn’t supposed to have any measurable effect. When coupled with Taggart’s vitamins, it had a nice little side effect of somehow shooting everyone’s testosterone and seratonin through the roof.” Jack gave him a blank look. “Extreme unchecked aggression. The more someone had taken the vitamins, the more aggression.”
“Oh good,” Jack said sarcastically. “I assume that’s why it feels like I’ve got a black eye?”
“That’d be why,” Stark agreed. “I think you can thank your deputy for that, actually.”
“Okay, but I wasn’t taking the vitamins,” Jack realized suddenly. “Why am I chained up?”
“Vince had been using them in the health shakes…”
“…Which I got from Allison after our morning runs,” Jack groaned, looking more closely at Stark. “Is that how your neck got scratched?”
“It took me a couple of tries to figure out that some of you were a lot less violent,” Stark admitted, shrugging as he produced a small pen light and checked Jack’s pupils. “Well, you’re looking better, but it seems to be going through phases.”
“So I’m staying chained up,” Jack concluded, rolling his eyes to hide his discomfort with being chained up. “Great. And meanwhile, I suppose the rest of the town is killing each other?”
“Nope, tranked,” Stark smirked, looking amused. “Henry and I have been wanting to try the new mass tranquilizer system.”
“Sorry I missed that,” Jack said, amused. “Okay, so why aren’t you and Henry affected, and if the tranquilizer is wearing off of me, won’t every one else be waking up soon?”
“You weren’t hit with the tranquilizer. I found you unconscious before we set off the system, pulled you in here so I could run some tests and figure out an antidote.” Stark had grabbed a medical tray and rolled up Jack’s sleeve.
“So, I’m not actually cured?” Jack asked, trying to breathe slowly and deeply as Stark got too close into his personal space, drawing his blood carefully. Every nerve in his body seemed to be on overdrive, and his pants suddenly seemed awfully tight.
“Not yet, though the effect seems to be lessening,” Stark said, carefully bandaging Jack’s elbow.
“And, uh, you’re not affected, because,” Jack felt his breathing getting shallow, and he pulled on the cuffs a bit, clinking them. “Because…”
“Because I haven’t been back to Café Diem since three weeks ago after getting spectacularly drunk over my ex-wife, as I’m sure you recall,” Stark replied, his irritation leaking through as he spoke. He looked up, suddenly seeming aware that Jack was squirming. “Okay, calm down,” he said, his hand snaking up to Jack’s throat to take his pulse. “Deep breaths, Jack,” he added, his tone soft and gentle.
“Seriously, can you let me out of these cuffs?” Jack asked, swallowing hard. The other man’s touch was not helping matters.
“When you start showing signs of more problems?” Stark shook his head, rubbing Jack’s back gently. “Come on, you need to calm down.”
“You need to stop, Nathan,” Jack gasped. His nerves were on fire, and his mind was now filled with images of being naked, chained and Stark sliding into him.
Stark was looking at him carefully, and bless his skills of observation, seemed to have finally caught on. “Ahh,” Stark said, pulling away. “Interesting. Either you’ve got a kink for being tied up, or I’ve just found a side effect that we really don’t want running loose when people wake up.”
“Town full of horny and aggressive people, great,” Jack joked, closing his eyes and trying not to imagine how good Stark would look naked. “Hmm, very good,” he said aloud, his face coloring as he realized it had slipped out for Stark to hear.
“Please tell me you’re not imagining having sex,” Stark commented, looking up from where he was imputing data into the computer.
“Okay, I’m not,” Jack replied, shifting on the stool. He twisted his wrists, pulling on the cuffs, jangling on the pipe. “I was actually picturing you naked.” The words had left his mouth before it occurred to him that he shouldn’t say that.
“Lack of self censorship,” Stark observed, raising an eyebrow. “And apparently a breakdown in the whole sexual preference area as well.”
“I’m from LA, sexual preference is a flexible thing,” Jack replied, groaning as he buried his head in his arms. “Seriously, since you’re not going to give me a hand, let me go so I can take care of things myself.”
“Okay, just an interest in me that’s new,” Stark sighed, pulling out his cell phone. “Henry, give me some good news.”
“Not new, you’re hot,” Jack protested in an undertone, but from the way Stark’s eyes flickered over to him told him Stark had heard.
“By the way, is either Fargo or Dr. Wallace hitting on you?” Stark was listening to whatever Henry was saying, his face closing a little. “I’m not sure. I’ll give you a call back if I find anything else. Thanks, Henry.”
“All right, Henry’s got an idea on treatment, so I’m going up to raid the infirmary,” Stark informed him, strapping on a PEP gun. He smirked as he looked over at Jack. “Stay put.”
“Oh, ha ha, you’re hilarious,” Jack muttered, using the time while Stark was gone to try and maneuver himself around on the stool, trying to find someway to bring some relief to his aching erection. His hands were simply cuffed too awkwardly to get anywhere. He sighed, closing his eyes and trying to ignore everything around him.
He had calmed down quite a bit when Stark returned, looking a bit mussed up. “Someone awake?” Jack asked, and Stark nodded.
“Larry’s asleep now,” he replied, patting the PEP with a satisfied grin as he set it back on the counter. He removed several bottles from the bag slung across his back, and carefully measured out an injection.
“I’m feeling better,” Jack objected, eyeing the needle. “Why can’t you use one of the not needle things?”
“Your grasp of technical terminology never ceases to amaze me,” Stark commented sarcastically, crossing to Carter, sticking the needle into his arm and injecting him. “This should hopefully normalize your hormones. And when your blood work comes back normal, I’ll unlock the handcuffs.”
“What is it?” Jack asked curiously.
“Basically, it’s a suped up version of Prozac we were developing and shelved a couple years back,” Stark replied with a slight grin. “To balance out the seratonin and cut testosterone. So, Sheriff, while I have your undivided honesty…”
“Oh, God,” Jack muttered, rolling his eyes. “You would take advantage of me being drugged.”
“I’m hot?” Stark asked, his grin widening. “How long have you thought that?”
“Pretty much always,” Jack replied automatically. “Why do you want to know?”
“Hmm, just getting some ideas,” Stark replied, his eyes glittering with some devious thought. Jack groaned, shifting on his stool slightly.
“I just got calmed down,” he complained. Then again, he thought, realizing how close Stark was standing. He pushed the stool closer, managing to press a kiss to the corner of Stark’s mouth.
“Jack,” Stark brought his hands up to frame Jack’s face, his fingers softly threading through his hair. “Joking aside, I don’t want to take advantage of you if this is just the drugs talking. If you don’t actually want this.”
“I do,” Jack said quickly, his heart thudding as he nuzzled against the hand pressed to his face, pressing a quick kiss against Stark’s palm. “I’ve wanted this for a long time. But you’re going to make me wait until my head is clear, and then I’ll have a lot of excuses.”
“Good ones?” Stark asked, looking skeptical.
“No,” Jack admitted, shaking his head.
Stark smiled, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to Jack’s lips. “Maybe you haven’t noticed, but when I want something, bad excuses aren’t going to stand in my way.” He kissed Jack once more, lingering a little, and then let go, stepping away.
“Tease,” Jack muttered to himself, sighing as he settled in to wait for the next round of blood work.
The treatment had an unexpected side effect. As Jack calmed down, he completely calmed, falling asleep while he was waiting to hear about his blood work. As a result, he was confused to find himself waking up in his own bed. “Great dream,” he muttered sarcastically, then winced as he felt the bruise on his cheek. “Or not,” he concluded, scrambling to his feet. His wrists were a little sore, confirming his suspicions. “S.A.R.A.H., where’s Zoë?”
“She is still asleep. Dr. Stark expected her to sleep longer than you, as he administered her antidote hours after yours.”
“And Nath-, uh, Stark, he brought me back here?” Jack asked, still feeling foggy. He sat back down, realizing he could use a few more hours of sleep. He tried not to think about the fact that he had been stripped down to his boxers, which meant Nathan had undressed him.
“Yes, Sheriff. He said if you woke to tell you to rest, and he will check on you later this morning.” The house sounded rather knowing and smug, which only annoyed Jack. He lay back down. “You should probably rest,” S.A.R.A.H. advised Jack. “Dr. Stark did not expect you to wake for another two hours.”
“Thanks, S.A.R.A.H.,” Jack said, yawning. A few moments later, he was asleep again.
Jack awoke slowly, feeling a soft touch to his face. He blinked, looking up at Nathan, who was sitting on the bed next to him. “Uh,” Jack started, and then noticed his hands were cuffed over his head to his headboard. “Treatment’s not working,” he guessed, pulling at the cuffs a bit.
Nathan eased a hand over Jack’s chest, pushing him gently back down against the bed. “The treatments worked fine. Henry and I got the town all tucked in to sleep it off.”
“Oh,” Jack settled back, rattling the cuffs pointedly. “And this?”
“Thought we might continue our discussion from earlier,” Nathan said, his hand slowly sliding across Jack’s skin, his fingers teasingly light. Jack gasped, arching a little into the touch. “And didn’t feel like chasing you if your excuses turned into trying to run,” Nathan added, before bending to kiss Jack.
Jack opened under the kiss, trying to pull Nathan’s tongue into his mouth and get a proper taste, while Nathan kept the kiss maddeningly soft, his tongue gently sliding over Jack’s, just barely dipping into Jack’s mouth. His lips slid slowly away, pressing kisses along Jack’s jaw. “Your excuses?”
“Ah,” Jack struggled, trying to get his brain working as Nathan continued to slowly kiss and nip at his jaw. “You just proposed to Allison a few weeks ago.”
“She said no,” Nathan replied, leaning up a little to look down at Jack. His hands gently stroked along Jack’s face, almost mindlessly. “Next?”
“You don’t like me,” Jack protested, and Nathan chuckled.
“All evidence to the contrary,” he emphasized it with a hard, possessive kiss. This time, Jack was simply left reeling as Nathan dominated him completely, his tongue sweeping through Jack’s mouth. “God, I want you,” he murmured as he broke the kiss. “For a million bad reasons, starting with ‘invisibling’ and ending with how well you can simultaneously fight with me and for me.”
“God, the things you never let me live down,” Jack groaned, straining up, needing to touch. “Please, Nathan.”
Nathan regarded him for a long moment, then swung a leg over Jack, straddling him, pressing his groin into Jack’s. “You all out of excuses?” Nathan asked, splaying his fingers and stroking Jack’s chest, his thumbs roughly teasing over hard nipples.
“I swear I had more,” Jack gasped, rattling the handcuffs. “Undo these so I get your shirt off,” he asked, and Nathan shook his head, but raised his hands to unbutton his shirt and peel it off, amused to see Jack’s eyes following his every movement.
“Is this what you want?” Nathan asked, his voice light and teasing, but Jack suddenly saw a flicker of doubt in the scientist’s eyes.
Jack shook his head, suddenly sobering. “I want everything,” he told the other man, his voice husky.
“For how long?” Nathan asked, still holding himself aloft, a sudden vulnerability clear on his face.
“How long can you stand me for?” Jack challenged him, seeing a bit of relief entering Nathan’s expression.
“Will it scare you if I say I want an exclusive relationship?” Nathan challenged, pressing his hands down lightly on Jack’s shoulders. “I tend to be jealous.”
“Well, what you’d do if I cheated scares me,” Jack joked. “Nuclear explosions at your fingertips.” Despite his smile, his tone grew serious. “Nathan, I’m all yours.”
Nathan slid down into a hard kiss, his hands reaching above them, unlocking the cuffs with deft fingers. Jack, finding his hands free, pulled Nathan to him as hard as he could, one hand reaching up to tangle in Nathan’s hair as he deepened the kiss, trying to meld himself into Nathan.
Feeling Nathan melting bonelessly into the kiss, Jack rolled them over, lacing his fingers through Nathan’s, then pinning the other man’s hands to the mattress. “You think cuffing me with my own handcuffs was a good idea?” he growled.
Nathan grinned, shameless. “Oh yeah, one of my best,” he agreed, bucking his hips a little, earning a moan from Jack as clothed erections thrust against each other. “I’ve got an even better one though,” he added, trying to lift his hands.
“I think you’ll just have to tell me,” Jack replied, keeping Nathan firmly pinned.
“You, me, naked, now,” Nathan spelled out carefully, flexing and tightening his fingers within Jack’s. “Also, I have supplies in my pocket.”
“And here I thought I was the one who found the whole sexual preference to be flexible,” Jack teased, sliding Nathan’s hands higher so he could grip them with one hand. He then reached into Nathan’s pocket, deliberately groping and wiggling in the pocket more than was necessary, making Nathan squirm and pant in anticipation.
“I’m from San Francisco,” Nathan quipped, struggling a little as Jack pulled the condom and lube from his pocket. “Sexual preference is a pretty flexible thing there too.”
Jack chuckled at the familiar words, holding Nathan’s hands tighter as he deftly undid Nathan’s jeans, reaching in to gently squeeze Nathan’s leaking cock. “Jack,” Nathan gasped, and Jack let go of his hands, using both hands now to peel Nathan’s jeans and boxers off. Nathan in turn pulled at Jack’s boxers, leaving them both naked and hard.
Hands freed, neither man could stop stroking and touching as they slid against each other. Jack slid down, trailing kisses as he followed a small trail of hair to Nathan’s navel. He bent to take Nathan’s cock into his mouth, and found himself on his back again suddenly. “Uh uh,” Nathan admonished him between nips along his throat. “You do that and I won’t last long enough to get to fuck you. And I’ve been thinking about it since I chained you to the wall in my office.”
“Huh, me too,” Jack murmured, slipping a hand under Nathan’s chin, pulling him up for a soft kiss. The kiss, more affection than lust, had the desired effect of slowing them, easing the frantic need to explore every inch of skin. Nathan’s hands slid down to grip Jack’s hips, slowly reaching for the lube.
Without breaking the kiss, Nathan managed to get the tube open, fumbling to slick up his finger. He slowly slid the finger under Jack’s balls, caressing.
“Please, don’t tease,” Jack whimpered, breaking the kiss. “That whole not lasting long goes two ways.”
Nathan slid a finger in, slowly stretching Jack, and Jack groaned as Nathan found his prostate and stroked, sending electric shudders through him. One finger became two, and while there was a bit of pain as Nathan stretched, Jack slowly remembered how to relax and it faded into pleasure. He heard Nathan rip open the condom, and wiggled a little, earning a look from Nathan. “Patience is a virtue,” Nathan reminded him, and before Jack could reply, the other man was slowly sliding his cock into Jack.
“God, Nathan,” Jack managed to stammer as the other man pushed slowly forward. Jack, impatient, hooked his legs around Nathan’s, and forced Nathan to bury himself hilt deep in one swift motion.
“Jack,” Nathan groaned, looking like he was struggling to hold his composure.
“Let go,” Jack urged, and Nathan shuddered, before starting to move, quick motions that left Jack gasping from the flood of sensations. Jack shifted, eagerly matching Nathan’s movements. Nathan reached in between them, wrapping a hand around Jack’s cock and pumping in time with his thrusts. Jack bit his lip, trying to extend the moment, but his senses were too overwhelmed. He came with a hoarse cry, and Nathan slid in and out a few more times, before collapsing, shuddering against Jack as he came.
Jack stroked Nathan’s damp curls, holding him tightly and waiting for the afterglow to fade a little. Nathan leaned up, pressing a slow and soft kiss to Jack’s lips. Jack slid himself reluctantly out of Nathan’s grasp, managing to find his feet, ducking into the bathroom for a washcloth. He cleaned up quickly, returning to the bedroom and finding Nathan half burrowed into the covers. He handed the washcloth over to Nathan and then slid back in with him.
Nathan pulled the covers over them, tossing the used washcloth over the side of the bed and then snuggling into Jack. “Didn’t take you for the cuddling type,” Jack joked, shifting his arm so he could wrap it around Nathan and let the other man slide closer.
“Oh shut up,” Nathan groaned, nipping at Jack’s neck before pressing a soft kiss to the spot. Jack smiled as he drifted off, making plans for turning his handcuffs on Nathan.
Pairing: Jack/Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~3300
Warnings: Bondage, Set post season 2, contains vague spoilers through 2x13.
A/N: There are probably half a dozen comments around the marshal_science comm. about wanting to see Jack caught by his own cuffs that spawned this plot bunny... So you only have yourselves to blame! This was supposed to be PWP, but somewhere along the way spawned itself a bit of a plot.
Summary: Botched experiments at Global leave Jack all tied up.
The first thing Jack was aware of was that the inside of his mouth taste like leather. The next thing was that trying to move his hands to rub his eyes was a futile effort. He forced an eye open, looking up to see that his hands were indeed cuffed to the pipe above his head. “What the hell…” he croaked, and there was a sound of a chair being pushed back, scraping over the tile floor. The sound grated through Jack’s head, and he closed his eyes again.
“Here,” he heard Stark’s voice as a cup met his lips. He swallowed, grateful for the cool water. “How you feeling?”
“I’ve been better,” Jack admitted, shifting a little so that he could sit a bit more comfortably, and managing to get his eyes completely open this time. He was in Stark’s lab. “What happened?”
“Have you been taking those new vitamins Taggart developed with Dr. Alsips?” Stark asked, his fingers moving deftly along Jack’s throat to check his pulse.
“No,” Jack admitted, groaning as he tried to sit comfortably. “They’ve got… uh, something with the B vitamins. Zoë and I are anemic, we already have supplements from Allison. So we’re not taking them. Is Zoë okay?”
“Too much B if you added them to your regime,” Stark said, making notes on a pad. “S.A.R.A.H. locked her in. She’s fine.”
“Can I have a chair? And maybe, an explanation for why I’m handcuffed to the wall?” Jack asked, sighing as he let his head fall against his arms.
“Hang on,” Stark stood, pulling a rolling stool over. He helped Jack up onto the stool, but made no move to undo the cuffs.
“Uh?” Jack rattled the cuffs, and Stark shook his head.
“I don’t think so,” Stark replied. “GD’s started a level three experiment that sent out a low level sonic signal, which alone could have made people a bit edgy, but it wasn’t supposed to have any measurable effect. When coupled with Taggart’s vitamins, it had a nice little side effect of somehow shooting everyone’s testosterone and seratonin through the roof.” Jack gave him a blank look. “Extreme unchecked aggression. The more someone had taken the vitamins, the more aggression.”
“Oh good,” Jack said sarcastically. “I assume that’s why it feels like I’ve got a black eye?”
“That’d be why,” Stark agreed. “I think you can thank your deputy for that, actually.”
“Okay, but I wasn’t taking the vitamins,” Jack realized suddenly. “Why am I chained up?”
“Vince had been using them in the health shakes…”
“…Which I got from Allison after our morning runs,” Jack groaned, looking more closely at Stark. “Is that how your neck got scratched?”
“It took me a couple of tries to figure out that some of you were a lot less violent,” Stark admitted, shrugging as he produced a small pen light and checked Jack’s pupils. “Well, you’re looking better, but it seems to be going through phases.”
“So I’m staying chained up,” Jack concluded, rolling his eyes to hide his discomfort with being chained up. “Great. And meanwhile, I suppose the rest of the town is killing each other?”
“Nope, tranked,” Stark smirked, looking amused. “Henry and I have been wanting to try the new mass tranquilizer system.”
“Sorry I missed that,” Jack said, amused. “Okay, so why aren’t you and Henry affected, and if the tranquilizer is wearing off of me, won’t every one else be waking up soon?”
“You weren’t hit with the tranquilizer. I found you unconscious before we set off the system, pulled you in here so I could run some tests and figure out an antidote.” Stark had grabbed a medical tray and rolled up Jack’s sleeve.
“So, I’m not actually cured?” Jack asked, trying to breathe slowly and deeply as Stark got too close into his personal space, drawing his blood carefully. Every nerve in his body seemed to be on overdrive, and his pants suddenly seemed awfully tight.
“Not yet, though the effect seems to be lessening,” Stark said, carefully bandaging Jack’s elbow.
“And, uh, you’re not affected, because,” Jack felt his breathing getting shallow, and he pulled on the cuffs a bit, clinking them. “Because…”
“Because I haven’t been back to Café Diem since three weeks ago after getting spectacularly drunk over my ex-wife, as I’m sure you recall,” Stark replied, his irritation leaking through as he spoke. He looked up, suddenly seeming aware that Jack was squirming. “Okay, calm down,” he said, his hand snaking up to Jack’s throat to take his pulse. “Deep breaths, Jack,” he added, his tone soft and gentle.
“Seriously, can you let me out of these cuffs?” Jack asked, swallowing hard. The other man’s touch was not helping matters.
“When you start showing signs of more problems?” Stark shook his head, rubbing Jack’s back gently. “Come on, you need to calm down.”
“You need to stop, Nathan,” Jack gasped. His nerves were on fire, and his mind was now filled with images of being naked, chained and Stark sliding into him.
Stark was looking at him carefully, and bless his skills of observation, seemed to have finally caught on. “Ahh,” Stark said, pulling away. “Interesting. Either you’ve got a kink for being tied up, or I’ve just found a side effect that we really don’t want running loose when people wake up.”
“Town full of horny and aggressive people, great,” Jack joked, closing his eyes and trying not to imagine how good Stark would look naked. “Hmm, very good,” he said aloud, his face coloring as he realized it had slipped out for Stark to hear.
“Please tell me you’re not imagining having sex,” Stark commented, looking up from where he was imputing data into the computer.
“Okay, I’m not,” Jack replied, shifting on the stool. He twisted his wrists, pulling on the cuffs, jangling on the pipe. “I was actually picturing you naked.” The words had left his mouth before it occurred to him that he shouldn’t say that.
“Lack of self censorship,” Stark observed, raising an eyebrow. “And apparently a breakdown in the whole sexual preference area as well.”
“I’m from LA, sexual preference is a flexible thing,” Jack replied, groaning as he buried his head in his arms. “Seriously, since you’re not going to give me a hand, let me go so I can take care of things myself.”
“Okay, just an interest in me that’s new,” Stark sighed, pulling out his cell phone. “Henry, give me some good news.”
“Not new, you’re hot,” Jack protested in an undertone, but from the way Stark’s eyes flickered over to him told him Stark had heard.
“By the way, is either Fargo or Dr. Wallace hitting on you?” Stark was listening to whatever Henry was saying, his face closing a little. “I’m not sure. I’ll give you a call back if I find anything else. Thanks, Henry.”
“All right, Henry’s got an idea on treatment, so I’m going up to raid the infirmary,” Stark informed him, strapping on a PEP gun. He smirked as he looked over at Jack. “Stay put.”
“Oh, ha ha, you’re hilarious,” Jack muttered, using the time while Stark was gone to try and maneuver himself around on the stool, trying to find someway to bring some relief to his aching erection. His hands were simply cuffed too awkwardly to get anywhere. He sighed, closing his eyes and trying to ignore everything around him.
He had calmed down quite a bit when Stark returned, looking a bit mussed up. “Someone awake?” Jack asked, and Stark nodded.
“Larry’s asleep now,” he replied, patting the PEP with a satisfied grin as he set it back on the counter. He removed several bottles from the bag slung across his back, and carefully measured out an injection.
“I’m feeling better,” Jack objected, eyeing the needle. “Why can’t you use one of the not needle things?”
“Your grasp of technical terminology never ceases to amaze me,” Stark commented sarcastically, crossing to Carter, sticking the needle into his arm and injecting him. “This should hopefully normalize your hormones. And when your blood work comes back normal, I’ll unlock the handcuffs.”
“What is it?” Jack asked curiously.
“Basically, it’s a suped up version of Prozac we were developing and shelved a couple years back,” Stark replied with a slight grin. “To balance out the seratonin and cut testosterone. So, Sheriff, while I have your undivided honesty…”
“Oh, God,” Jack muttered, rolling his eyes. “You would take advantage of me being drugged.”
“I’m hot?” Stark asked, his grin widening. “How long have you thought that?”
“Pretty much always,” Jack replied automatically. “Why do you want to know?”
“Hmm, just getting some ideas,” Stark replied, his eyes glittering with some devious thought. Jack groaned, shifting on his stool slightly.
“I just got calmed down,” he complained. Then again, he thought, realizing how close Stark was standing. He pushed the stool closer, managing to press a kiss to the corner of Stark’s mouth.
“Jack,” Stark brought his hands up to frame Jack’s face, his fingers softly threading through his hair. “Joking aside, I don’t want to take advantage of you if this is just the drugs talking. If you don’t actually want this.”
“I do,” Jack said quickly, his heart thudding as he nuzzled against the hand pressed to his face, pressing a quick kiss against Stark’s palm. “I’ve wanted this for a long time. But you’re going to make me wait until my head is clear, and then I’ll have a lot of excuses.”
“Good ones?” Stark asked, looking skeptical.
“No,” Jack admitted, shaking his head.
Stark smiled, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to Jack’s lips. “Maybe you haven’t noticed, but when I want something, bad excuses aren’t going to stand in my way.” He kissed Jack once more, lingering a little, and then let go, stepping away.
“Tease,” Jack muttered to himself, sighing as he settled in to wait for the next round of blood work.
The treatment had an unexpected side effect. As Jack calmed down, he completely calmed, falling asleep while he was waiting to hear about his blood work. As a result, he was confused to find himself waking up in his own bed. “Great dream,” he muttered sarcastically, then winced as he felt the bruise on his cheek. “Or not,” he concluded, scrambling to his feet. His wrists were a little sore, confirming his suspicions. “S.A.R.A.H., where’s Zoë?”
“She is still asleep. Dr. Stark expected her to sleep longer than you, as he administered her antidote hours after yours.”
“And Nath-, uh, Stark, he brought me back here?” Jack asked, still feeling foggy. He sat back down, realizing he could use a few more hours of sleep. He tried not to think about the fact that he had been stripped down to his boxers, which meant Nathan had undressed him.
“Yes, Sheriff. He said if you woke to tell you to rest, and he will check on you later this morning.” The house sounded rather knowing and smug, which only annoyed Jack. He lay back down. “You should probably rest,” S.A.R.A.H. advised Jack. “Dr. Stark did not expect you to wake for another two hours.”
“Thanks, S.A.R.A.H.,” Jack said, yawning. A few moments later, he was asleep again.
Jack awoke slowly, feeling a soft touch to his face. He blinked, looking up at Nathan, who was sitting on the bed next to him. “Uh,” Jack started, and then noticed his hands were cuffed over his head to his headboard. “Treatment’s not working,” he guessed, pulling at the cuffs a bit.
Nathan eased a hand over Jack’s chest, pushing him gently back down against the bed. “The treatments worked fine. Henry and I got the town all tucked in to sleep it off.”
“Oh,” Jack settled back, rattling the cuffs pointedly. “And this?”
“Thought we might continue our discussion from earlier,” Nathan said, his hand slowly sliding across Jack’s skin, his fingers teasingly light. Jack gasped, arching a little into the touch. “And didn’t feel like chasing you if your excuses turned into trying to run,” Nathan added, before bending to kiss Jack.
Jack opened under the kiss, trying to pull Nathan’s tongue into his mouth and get a proper taste, while Nathan kept the kiss maddeningly soft, his tongue gently sliding over Jack’s, just barely dipping into Jack’s mouth. His lips slid slowly away, pressing kisses along Jack’s jaw. “Your excuses?”
“Ah,” Jack struggled, trying to get his brain working as Nathan continued to slowly kiss and nip at his jaw. “You just proposed to Allison a few weeks ago.”
“She said no,” Nathan replied, leaning up a little to look down at Jack. His hands gently stroked along Jack’s face, almost mindlessly. “Next?”
“You don’t like me,” Jack protested, and Nathan chuckled.
“All evidence to the contrary,” he emphasized it with a hard, possessive kiss. This time, Jack was simply left reeling as Nathan dominated him completely, his tongue sweeping through Jack’s mouth. “God, I want you,” he murmured as he broke the kiss. “For a million bad reasons, starting with ‘invisibling’ and ending with how well you can simultaneously fight with me and for me.”
“God, the things you never let me live down,” Jack groaned, straining up, needing to touch. “Please, Nathan.”
Nathan regarded him for a long moment, then swung a leg over Jack, straddling him, pressing his groin into Jack’s. “You all out of excuses?” Nathan asked, splaying his fingers and stroking Jack’s chest, his thumbs roughly teasing over hard nipples.
“I swear I had more,” Jack gasped, rattling the handcuffs. “Undo these so I get your shirt off,” he asked, and Nathan shook his head, but raised his hands to unbutton his shirt and peel it off, amused to see Jack’s eyes following his every movement.
“Is this what you want?” Nathan asked, his voice light and teasing, but Jack suddenly saw a flicker of doubt in the scientist’s eyes.
Jack shook his head, suddenly sobering. “I want everything,” he told the other man, his voice husky.
“For how long?” Nathan asked, still holding himself aloft, a sudden vulnerability clear on his face.
“How long can you stand me for?” Jack challenged him, seeing a bit of relief entering Nathan’s expression.
“Will it scare you if I say I want an exclusive relationship?” Nathan challenged, pressing his hands down lightly on Jack’s shoulders. “I tend to be jealous.”
“Well, what you’d do if I cheated scares me,” Jack joked. “Nuclear explosions at your fingertips.” Despite his smile, his tone grew serious. “Nathan, I’m all yours.”
Nathan slid down into a hard kiss, his hands reaching above them, unlocking the cuffs with deft fingers. Jack, finding his hands free, pulled Nathan to him as hard as he could, one hand reaching up to tangle in Nathan’s hair as he deepened the kiss, trying to meld himself into Nathan.
Feeling Nathan melting bonelessly into the kiss, Jack rolled them over, lacing his fingers through Nathan’s, then pinning the other man’s hands to the mattress. “You think cuffing me with my own handcuffs was a good idea?” he growled.
Nathan grinned, shameless. “Oh yeah, one of my best,” he agreed, bucking his hips a little, earning a moan from Jack as clothed erections thrust against each other. “I’ve got an even better one though,” he added, trying to lift his hands.
“I think you’ll just have to tell me,” Jack replied, keeping Nathan firmly pinned.
“You, me, naked, now,” Nathan spelled out carefully, flexing and tightening his fingers within Jack’s. “Also, I have supplies in my pocket.”
“And here I thought I was the one who found the whole sexual preference to be flexible,” Jack teased, sliding Nathan’s hands higher so he could grip them with one hand. He then reached into Nathan’s pocket, deliberately groping and wiggling in the pocket more than was necessary, making Nathan squirm and pant in anticipation.
“I’m from San Francisco,” Nathan quipped, struggling a little as Jack pulled the condom and lube from his pocket. “Sexual preference is a pretty flexible thing there too.”
Jack chuckled at the familiar words, holding Nathan’s hands tighter as he deftly undid Nathan’s jeans, reaching in to gently squeeze Nathan’s leaking cock. “Jack,” Nathan gasped, and Jack let go of his hands, using both hands now to peel Nathan’s jeans and boxers off. Nathan in turn pulled at Jack’s boxers, leaving them both naked and hard.
Hands freed, neither man could stop stroking and touching as they slid against each other. Jack slid down, trailing kisses as he followed a small trail of hair to Nathan’s navel. He bent to take Nathan’s cock into his mouth, and found himself on his back again suddenly. “Uh uh,” Nathan admonished him between nips along his throat. “You do that and I won’t last long enough to get to fuck you. And I’ve been thinking about it since I chained you to the wall in my office.”
“Huh, me too,” Jack murmured, slipping a hand under Nathan’s chin, pulling him up for a soft kiss. The kiss, more affection than lust, had the desired effect of slowing them, easing the frantic need to explore every inch of skin. Nathan’s hands slid down to grip Jack’s hips, slowly reaching for the lube.
Without breaking the kiss, Nathan managed to get the tube open, fumbling to slick up his finger. He slowly slid the finger under Jack’s balls, caressing.
“Please, don’t tease,” Jack whimpered, breaking the kiss. “That whole not lasting long goes two ways.”
Nathan slid a finger in, slowly stretching Jack, and Jack groaned as Nathan found his prostate and stroked, sending electric shudders through him. One finger became two, and while there was a bit of pain as Nathan stretched, Jack slowly remembered how to relax and it faded into pleasure. He heard Nathan rip open the condom, and wiggled a little, earning a look from Nathan. “Patience is a virtue,” Nathan reminded him, and before Jack could reply, the other man was slowly sliding his cock into Jack.
“God, Nathan,” Jack managed to stammer as the other man pushed slowly forward. Jack, impatient, hooked his legs around Nathan’s, and forced Nathan to bury himself hilt deep in one swift motion.
“Jack,” Nathan groaned, looking like he was struggling to hold his composure.
“Let go,” Jack urged, and Nathan shuddered, before starting to move, quick motions that left Jack gasping from the flood of sensations. Jack shifted, eagerly matching Nathan’s movements. Nathan reached in between them, wrapping a hand around Jack’s cock and pumping in time with his thrusts. Jack bit his lip, trying to extend the moment, but his senses were too overwhelmed. He came with a hoarse cry, and Nathan slid in and out a few more times, before collapsing, shuddering against Jack as he came.
Jack stroked Nathan’s damp curls, holding him tightly and waiting for the afterglow to fade a little. Nathan leaned up, pressing a slow and soft kiss to Jack’s lips. Jack slid himself reluctantly out of Nathan’s grasp, managing to find his feet, ducking into the bathroom for a washcloth. He cleaned up quickly, returning to the bedroom and finding Nathan half burrowed into the covers. He handed the washcloth over to Nathan and then slid back in with him.
Nathan pulled the covers over them, tossing the used washcloth over the side of the bed and then snuggling into Jack. “Didn’t take you for the cuddling type,” Jack joked, shifting his arm so he could wrap it around Nathan and let the other man slide closer.
“Oh shut up,” Nathan groaned, nipping at Jack’s neck before pressing a soft kiss to the spot. Jack smiled as he drifted off, making plans for turning his handcuffs on Nathan.