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d8rkmessngrAuthor: d8rkmessngr
Pairing: Jack/OMC, Jack/?, Jack/Ianto eventually, het and slash
Rating: NC-17 (betaed)
Summary: He left Jack on the game station. Abandoned. But then…he came back…different. An AU look on what happens if things happened differently. Doctor Who 'verse with Torchwood later on. Be sure to read the warnings.
Warnings: Please read each chapter's individual warnings. Some parts down the road may briefly mention non-con, abuse, and/or violence. Dark in the beginning. Please note there are some dark thoughts as my boys are broken…for now. Each chapter will be labeled for your convenience.
Author's Notes: Please note this is an AU that will cross over DW to TW season one. I'm probably spoiling my own story, but it will eventually be Janto. There's a bit of a journey first. I hope you enjoy. I'm working on this and intend to post regularly every other day. And again, I always believe in happy endings. So without further ado…
Disclaimer: RTD and BBC owns them. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Warning For This Chapter: SMUT
Notes For This Chapter: Note there are parallels to TW's "Random Shoes"
Prologue + Ch , Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13,Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18. Ch 19, Ch 20, Ch 21, Ch 22, Ch 23, Ch 24, Ch 25, Ch 26, Ch 27, Ch 28 Act 1/4, Ch 28 Act 2/4
Master Fic List: here
Chapter 28 "Random Shoes"
Act III: "Okay, fine. Leave it. Forget it. I have."
Next day…
It was dark yet the pain wasn't there. The new twist was just as frightening, just as unknown and unfamiliar. He pressed his forehead against one horizontal bar and shivered.
"Jack?"
The voice was unexpected, especially here and now. Jack looked up. His hands automatically curled tighter on the rungs of his ladder.
Owen squinted as he peered down the gloomy hatchway, barely making out Jack. "What you doing down there?"
Trying to get fucked within an inch of my life, Jack thought, frustrated. To his dismay or perhaps relief, the slim build resting warm on his back didn't pull back or out. Instead, fingers slipped under the tails of his shirt, nudging the back of his trousers lower and coyly settled on his now bare hip like resting on the keys of a piano, waiting for a cue. Jack felt light fingertips scratching his skin just out of view, a thick cock deep and deliciously full in his ass, a shy kiss and nibble to the ridged line of his neck where his hairline ended.
"Jack?"
It was amusing to hear Owen go from 'pissed off' to 'Dr. Harper' like that. It's a switch Owen would vehemently deny yet he did it often enough that Jack didn't need to see the little wrinkle between his eyebrows to know it was there.
"Nap," Jack managed. He was proud of himself for managing to keep his voice steady when he just wanted to scream because the cock stretching him was not moving.
"A nap?" Owen didn't take the reason at face value and stayed crouched by the open hatchway.
"You're taking a nap at thirteen twenty?" Owen reiterated after a check to his watch.
Jack thought he heard a muffled laugh behind him. He squeezed and the cock inside him twitched. Jack's smug smile faded though when it moved deeper and—oh, there it goes—the blunt tip brushed across his prostate and blew fireworks behind his eyes.
"Need something?" Jack fought not to groan.
"Yeah." Owen sounded annoyed. Jack could sympathize. He would be annoyed too if that wonderful motion into him was rudely interrupted by—oh wait, that's him.
"Tosh has been tracking some weird Rift energy hovering around a local airstrip. Gwen went to return that Eugene Jones' DVD and she isn't back yet. And I don't know where Ianto is." The frown was audible.
"Do you know where he is? You seen him? There was something I'd asked him to do yesterday morning."
"I can honestly say," Jack tried not to squeak as another slow and liquid stroke pulled back then flowed into him deeper than before, "that I have not seen Ianto." He wanted to cry out in relief and in frustration. Relief because movement ignited a slow burn that shimmied down his legs; frustration because it was so slow. Jack would clench his ass again if he didn't fear it would elicit a shout.
"Do you know where he is?"
Fingertips dug a little deeper, a bit more of a bite, and a tiny thrust. "Do I know where he is?" Jack gritted out.
Owen snorted. "You hear an echo?"
"I think he's hiding." Jack swallowed a squeak at a tiny push, just enough to want to make his knees buckle and wouldn't that be awkward because then Owen might see that his trousers were barely hanging off his hips and Jack doubted his excuse of Ianto repairing a tear in his clothing would be believed.
Jack bit his lower lip. He’d created a monster. Who knew Ianto Jones could be such a—God, that was perfect—such a quick stud—oh pleasepleaseplease, right there again—quick study?
The scoff above his head and the tiny one behind him told Jack he better think quickly.
"I think he stepped out to get office supplies." Jack groaned out. Jack clenched his rear tight and Ianto's tapered fingers trembled on his skin. Ha. Then Ianto retaliated with a hand snaking around into Jack’s loosened waistband and—help.
"Office supplies?"
"There's that echo again," Jack joked weakly as he tried to keep his hips from slamming into the ladder as Ianto's hands—such beautiful hands—gently squeezed him.
"Went to get…" Jack's fingers painfully clutched the ladder in front of him. "…more post-it notes. New color today. Purple. He was really excited about t-that one…" Oh, he was so paying for that one. Ianto's fingers curled around him tighter and—shit, where did he learn that from?—pumped him in time with his frustrating little nudges.
"Right," Owen said slowly. He paused. "You alright? Not like you to take a nap."
"Long night," Jack babbled—he was sure he was babbling because Ianto was picking up the pace finally. His bold little Ianto Jones, although not really little, Jack mentally smirked. Another thrust nearly made him groan out loud. No, definitely not little.
"Long night?" Owen's voice narrowed. "How long? Caveat long?"
Jack blinked. "Huh? What are you talking about?" Why was Owen bringing that up?
It was an abrupt change in tone as Owen went from an eerily accurate echo of his Doctor to an almost more affable one. Owen could practically be called pleasant.
"Never mind," Owen quipped. He slapped his knees loudly, which was perfect because it covered Ianto's muffled groan as he pressed his face into the back of Jack's hair and came in a warm gush that Jack could feel trickling down the back of his legs.
"I should tell Teaboy to switch our coffee to decaf," Owen mused out loud. "First he's having trouble sleeping, now you're taking naps in the middle of the day. Something's keeping you up."
Jack froze when he heard the tiny snicker humming against the back of his right shoulder.
"I doubt it's the coffee," Jack said hastily when Owen paused and tilted his head.
Owen grunted. "Whatever. Get some rest." He gave a flippant wave over his shoulder and disappeared from Jack's view.
Jack gulped back a moan when Ianto pulled out his softening cock. The loss took him by surprise. It had been slow, painstakingly careful, and nothing like the hungry, cutting strokes he'd gotten used to in the dark. Yet the ache when Ianto was no longer in him was even more devastating. He turned around and stared at Ianto in wonder.
Ianto was hastily tucking himself back in. He fumbled out a handkerchief to clean his hands. "I can't believe I did that," Ianto breathed shakily. He darted a worried look at the hatch. He smiled ruefully as he reached over and straightened Jack's shirt. His palm brushed across Jack’s chest to smooth out the wrinkles and against the tips of his collar as if ironing them out.
"I suppose it's only fair." Ianto smirked quickly before he lowered his eyes. "Owen nearly caught me with my pants down—gone, actually—and now you."
"Ah ha," Jack teased. He gingerly sat on the bed and watched Ianto fix his tie by feel; the sound of silk sliding up to that delectable throat made his mouth water. Ianto fretted, finger combing his hair into submission. He looked rumpled, his shirt partially untucked, his face flushed, his hair mussed.
Ianto never looked more beautiful.
Jack mentally filed that image away for the future he still didn't dare to think about.
"I should have known you had an ulterior motive coming here," Jack continued. He sat back, his hands laced behind his head. He felt too sated to straighten out his clothing yet. Ianto's eyes keep darting over, his gaze drifting down to his trousers then snap back up with a blush.
Jack reached over and ran his socked foot up Ianto's thigh.
"Stop that," Ianto admonished. He swatted half-heartedly at Jack's foot. "And I wasn't the one who had an ulterior motive," Ianto reminded him. "You told me you lost a button."
Oh yeah. Jack grinned. "But I did." Jack nodded at the hatchway towards the coat hanger. "I lost a button on my coat." Jack scowled. "Probably when we were out there investigating that RTA."
"Hm, Eugene Jones. Pity about him. His mum appeared devastated when Gwen, Owen, and I visited her. And sir?" Ianto walked over and bent over Jack, his arms braced on the wall above Jack's head.
"You told me you lost the button on your trousers." Ianto pursed his lips and eyed Jack's lap. "That button, I believe."
Jack grinned up to him, unabashed. "Did I? I'm getting so absentminded."
"Hm…must be old age." Ianto's tone was light and teasing.
Jack didn't flinch at the unintended jab and just grinned up at Ianto. He didn't want to think about it. "Must be," he agreed lightly. "It's a wonder I can keep up with you kids."
"Oh, you don't look a day over a hundred," Ianto returned with a smile. "Still looking good, my handsome Jack."
Jack hated how his entire body seemed to seize up. It was automatic because what followed after that nickname was something he didn't want to think about. It wasn't the same here. Ianto meant it affectionately, but something must have shown because Ianto's smile faltered.
"What is it?" Ianto asked softly. He sat down next to Jack, his brow furrowed.
"Could you…" Jack struggled to keep his voice steady and fought the urge to cringe. "Could you not call me that?" He smiled weakly. "I'm a little tired of being called that."
"But I never—" Ianto stopped. His eyes lightened. "Ah."
Ianto just shook his head and watched him sadly.
"One of these days," Ianto murmured. He absently ran the back of his hand along Jack's left upper thigh. Jack savored the feel of the knuckles moving the fabric against his skin. "I'll have more questions for you."
Jack felt a little uneasy. "I'll try to answer them," he told Ianto quietly. Sometimes it felt like he didn't know the answers himself. Jack rested his head on the wall and watched Ianto's knuckles go left and right.
Ianto nodded and offered him a tight smile. He sat there, his hand idly stroking Jack's leg, giving no indication of wanting to leave.
"Owen's looking for you," Jack reminded him gently.
Ianto gave a delicate snort. "I'm too tired to deal with him right now." Ianto looked faintly embarrassed. "I think I need that nap." Ianto eyed the ladder, his lips pursed. "That didn't look as vigorous on paper."
Jack felt a pang in his chest. This shouldn't have come as a surprise, he told himself. "We went through a lot of stuff from your research huh?"
Even in the dark, Jack could see the blush.
"There was certainly a lot of…ahem...material." Ianto gave him a sideways glance. "You were very familiar with a lot of them."
There was a knee jerk reaction to say Ianto was fortunate to sleep with a companion like him, but the words were stale in his mouth. Jack didn't voice it out loud. Ianto's words were more observation than accusation. So Jack merely shrugged, feeling oddly at ease when it was left just as that. Ianto simply cocked his eyebrow at him.
"Whatever will we do when we go through all of them?" Ianto mused, more to himself, not really to Jack.
A sharp stabbing grew in his chest. Jack tore his eyes away from Ianto, his leg twitching away from Ianto's hand. Better not get used to it.
"Practice makes perfect?" Jack quipped, his voice hoarse.
Ianto gave him a rueful twist of his mouth. "We've had practice, but I'm not quite sure it's perfect."
It was perfect. That was the problem. Too perfect to believe it could ever last.
Jack covered the discomfort that the lump growing in his stomach was causing by standing abruptly and moving away from a touch he found himself leaning towards. It was too abrupt; Ianto flinched.
"Jack?"
"I think I'm going to grab a shower." Jack flashed him a smile. "My trousers are a little damp," he added with a grin.
Sure enough, Ianto fumbled at the reminder. "Yes, well, I'll uh, go see about what Owen wants." Ianto acted like he didn't want to leave. After taking two rungs up, Ianto paused.
"You sure everything’s okay?" Ianto frowned mildly.
Jack walked over to Ianto and he knew he shouldn't, but he reached over and brushed a thumb across Ianto's lower lip. Jack kissed the closest fist curled around the ladder.
"See you later," Jack whispered before he ducked into his bathroom.
Jack stripped quickly, tried not to think about the hands that skimmed over him and the hands that ripped him. Both sets of sense memory battered him and as the shower warmed, Jack slid down to the shower floor and tried not to think of both.
Conclusion
Additional Notes: Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
soullessminion for betaing this chapter. And trtmx for her magic trick that saved my sanity! LOL.
Pairing: Jack/OMC, Jack/?, Jack/Ianto eventually, het and slash
Rating: NC-17 (betaed)
Summary: He left Jack on the game station. Abandoned. But then…he came back…different. An AU look on what happens if things happened differently. Doctor Who 'verse with Torchwood later on. Be sure to read the warnings.
Warnings: Please read each chapter's individual warnings. Some parts down the road may briefly mention non-con, abuse, and/or violence. Dark in the beginning. Please note there are some dark thoughts as my boys are broken…for now. Each chapter will be labeled for your convenience.
Author's Notes: Please note this is an AU that will cross over DW to TW season one. I'm probably spoiling my own story, but it will eventually be Janto. There's a bit of a journey first. I hope you enjoy. I'm working on this and intend to post regularly every other day. And again, I always believe in happy endings. So without further ado…
Disclaimer: RTD and BBC owns them. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Warning For This Chapter: SMUT
Notes For This Chapter: Note there are parallels to TW's "Random Shoes"
Prologue + Ch , Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13,Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18. Ch 19, Ch 20, Ch 21, Ch 22, Ch 23, Ch 24, Ch 25, Ch 26, Ch 27, Ch 28 Act 1/4, Ch 28 Act 2/4
Master Fic List: here
Chapter 28 "Random Shoes"
Act III: "Okay, fine. Leave it. Forget it. I have."
Next day…
It was dark yet the pain wasn't there. The new twist was just as frightening, just as unknown and unfamiliar. He pressed his forehead against one horizontal bar and shivered.
"Jack?"
The voice was unexpected, especially here and now. Jack looked up. His hands automatically curled tighter on the rungs of his ladder.
Owen squinted as he peered down the gloomy hatchway, barely making out Jack. "What you doing down there?"
Trying to get fucked within an inch of my life, Jack thought, frustrated. To his dismay or perhaps relief, the slim build resting warm on his back didn't pull back or out. Instead, fingers slipped under the tails of his shirt, nudging the back of his trousers lower and coyly settled on his now bare hip like resting on the keys of a piano, waiting for a cue. Jack felt light fingertips scratching his skin just out of view, a thick cock deep and deliciously full in his ass, a shy kiss and nibble to the ridged line of his neck where his hairline ended.
"Jack?"
It was amusing to hear Owen go from 'pissed off' to 'Dr. Harper' like that. It's a switch Owen would vehemently deny yet he did it often enough that Jack didn't need to see the little wrinkle between his eyebrows to know it was there.
"Nap," Jack managed. He was proud of himself for managing to keep his voice steady when he just wanted to scream because the cock stretching him was not moving.
"A nap?" Owen didn't take the reason at face value and stayed crouched by the open hatchway.
"You're taking a nap at thirteen twenty?" Owen reiterated after a check to his watch.
Jack thought he heard a muffled laugh behind him. He squeezed and the cock inside him twitched. Jack's smug smile faded though when it moved deeper and—oh, there it goes—the blunt tip brushed across his prostate and blew fireworks behind his eyes.
"Need something?" Jack fought not to groan.
"Yeah." Owen sounded annoyed. Jack could sympathize. He would be annoyed too if that wonderful motion into him was rudely interrupted by—oh wait, that's him.
"Tosh has been tracking some weird Rift energy hovering around a local airstrip. Gwen went to return that Eugene Jones' DVD and she isn't back yet. And I don't know where Ianto is." The frown was audible.
"Do you know where he is? You seen him? There was something I'd asked him to do yesterday morning."
"I can honestly say," Jack tried not to squeak as another slow and liquid stroke pulled back then flowed into him deeper than before, "that I have not seen Ianto." He wanted to cry out in relief and in frustration. Relief because movement ignited a slow burn that shimmied down his legs; frustration because it was so slow. Jack would clench his ass again if he didn't fear it would elicit a shout.
"Do you know where he is?"
Fingertips dug a little deeper, a bit more of a bite, and a tiny thrust. "Do I know where he is?" Jack gritted out.
Owen snorted. "You hear an echo?"
"I think he's hiding." Jack swallowed a squeak at a tiny push, just enough to want to make his knees buckle and wouldn't that be awkward because then Owen might see that his trousers were barely hanging off his hips and Jack doubted his excuse of Ianto repairing a tear in his clothing would be believed.
Jack bit his lower lip. He’d created a monster. Who knew Ianto Jones could be such a—God, that was perfect—such a quick stud—oh pleasepleaseplease, right there again—quick study?
The scoff above his head and the tiny one behind him told Jack he better think quickly.
"I think he stepped out to get office supplies." Jack groaned out. Jack clenched his rear tight and Ianto's tapered fingers trembled on his skin. Ha. Then Ianto retaliated with a hand snaking around into Jack’s loosened waistband and—help.
"Office supplies?"
"There's that echo again," Jack joked weakly as he tried to keep his hips from slamming into the ladder as Ianto's hands—such beautiful hands—gently squeezed him.
"Went to get…" Jack's fingers painfully clutched the ladder in front of him. "…more post-it notes. New color today. Purple. He was really excited about t-that one…" Oh, he was so paying for that one. Ianto's fingers curled around him tighter and—shit, where did he learn that from?—pumped him in time with his frustrating little nudges.
"Right," Owen said slowly. He paused. "You alright? Not like you to take a nap."
"Long night," Jack babbled—he was sure he was babbling because Ianto was picking up the pace finally. His bold little Ianto Jones, although not really little, Jack mentally smirked. Another thrust nearly made him groan out loud. No, definitely not little.
"Long night?" Owen's voice narrowed. "How long? Caveat long?"
Jack blinked. "Huh? What are you talking about?" Why was Owen bringing that up?
It was an abrupt change in tone as Owen went from an eerily accurate echo of his Doctor to an almost more affable one. Owen could practically be called pleasant.
"Never mind," Owen quipped. He slapped his knees loudly, which was perfect because it covered Ianto's muffled groan as he pressed his face into the back of Jack's hair and came in a warm gush that Jack could feel trickling down the back of his legs.
"I should tell Teaboy to switch our coffee to decaf," Owen mused out loud. "First he's having trouble sleeping, now you're taking naps in the middle of the day. Something's keeping you up."
Jack froze when he heard the tiny snicker humming against the back of his right shoulder.
"I doubt it's the coffee," Jack said hastily when Owen paused and tilted his head.
Owen grunted. "Whatever. Get some rest." He gave a flippant wave over his shoulder and disappeared from Jack's view.
Jack gulped back a moan when Ianto pulled out his softening cock. The loss took him by surprise. It had been slow, painstakingly careful, and nothing like the hungry, cutting strokes he'd gotten used to in the dark. Yet the ache when Ianto was no longer in him was even more devastating. He turned around and stared at Ianto in wonder.
Ianto was hastily tucking himself back in. He fumbled out a handkerchief to clean his hands. "I can't believe I did that," Ianto breathed shakily. He darted a worried look at the hatch. He smiled ruefully as he reached over and straightened Jack's shirt. His palm brushed across Jack’s chest to smooth out the wrinkles and against the tips of his collar as if ironing them out.
"I suppose it's only fair." Ianto smirked quickly before he lowered his eyes. "Owen nearly caught me with my pants down—gone, actually—and now you."
"Ah ha," Jack teased. He gingerly sat on the bed and watched Ianto fix his tie by feel; the sound of silk sliding up to that delectable throat made his mouth water. Ianto fretted, finger combing his hair into submission. He looked rumpled, his shirt partially untucked, his face flushed, his hair mussed.
Ianto never looked more beautiful.
Jack mentally filed that image away for the future he still didn't dare to think about.
"I should have known you had an ulterior motive coming here," Jack continued. He sat back, his hands laced behind his head. He felt too sated to straighten out his clothing yet. Ianto's eyes keep darting over, his gaze drifting down to his trousers then snap back up with a blush.
Jack reached over and ran his socked foot up Ianto's thigh.
"Stop that," Ianto admonished. He swatted half-heartedly at Jack's foot. "And I wasn't the one who had an ulterior motive," Ianto reminded him. "You told me you lost a button."
Oh yeah. Jack grinned. "But I did." Jack nodded at the hatchway towards the coat hanger. "I lost a button on my coat." Jack scowled. "Probably when we were out there investigating that RTA."
"Hm, Eugene Jones. Pity about him. His mum appeared devastated when Gwen, Owen, and I visited her. And sir?" Ianto walked over and bent over Jack, his arms braced on the wall above Jack's head.
"You told me you lost the button on your trousers." Ianto pursed his lips and eyed Jack's lap. "That button, I believe."
Jack grinned up to him, unabashed. "Did I? I'm getting so absentminded."
"Hm…must be old age." Ianto's tone was light and teasing.
Jack didn't flinch at the unintended jab and just grinned up at Ianto. He didn't want to think about it. "Must be," he agreed lightly. "It's a wonder I can keep up with you kids."
"Oh, you don't look a day over a hundred," Ianto returned with a smile. "Still looking good, my handsome Jack."
Jack hated how his entire body seemed to seize up. It was automatic because what followed after that nickname was something he didn't want to think about. It wasn't the same here. Ianto meant it affectionately, but something must have shown because Ianto's smile faltered.
"What is it?" Ianto asked softly. He sat down next to Jack, his brow furrowed.
"Could you…" Jack struggled to keep his voice steady and fought the urge to cringe. "Could you not call me that?" He smiled weakly. "I'm a little tired of being called that."
"But I never—" Ianto stopped. His eyes lightened. "Ah."
Ianto just shook his head and watched him sadly.
"One of these days," Ianto murmured. He absently ran the back of his hand along Jack's left upper thigh. Jack savored the feel of the knuckles moving the fabric against his skin. "I'll have more questions for you."
Jack felt a little uneasy. "I'll try to answer them," he told Ianto quietly. Sometimes it felt like he didn't know the answers himself. Jack rested his head on the wall and watched Ianto's knuckles go left and right.
Ianto nodded and offered him a tight smile. He sat there, his hand idly stroking Jack's leg, giving no indication of wanting to leave.
"Owen's looking for you," Jack reminded him gently.
Ianto gave a delicate snort. "I'm too tired to deal with him right now." Ianto looked faintly embarrassed. "I think I need that nap." Ianto eyed the ladder, his lips pursed. "That didn't look as vigorous on paper."
Jack felt a pang in his chest. This shouldn't have come as a surprise, he told himself. "We went through a lot of stuff from your research huh?"
Even in the dark, Jack could see the blush.
"There was certainly a lot of…ahem...material." Ianto gave him a sideways glance. "You were very familiar with a lot of them."
There was a knee jerk reaction to say Ianto was fortunate to sleep with a companion like him, but the words were stale in his mouth. Jack didn't voice it out loud. Ianto's words were more observation than accusation. So Jack merely shrugged, feeling oddly at ease when it was left just as that. Ianto simply cocked his eyebrow at him.
"Whatever will we do when we go through all of them?" Ianto mused, more to himself, not really to Jack.
A sharp stabbing grew in his chest. Jack tore his eyes away from Ianto, his leg twitching away from Ianto's hand. Better not get used to it.
"Practice makes perfect?" Jack quipped, his voice hoarse.
Ianto gave him a rueful twist of his mouth. "We've had practice, but I'm not quite sure it's perfect."
It was perfect. That was the problem. Too perfect to believe it could ever last.
Jack covered the discomfort that the lump growing in his stomach was causing by standing abruptly and moving away from a touch he found himself leaning towards. It was too abrupt; Ianto flinched.
"Jack?"
"I think I'm going to grab a shower." Jack flashed him a smile. "My trousers are a little damp," he added with a grin.
Sure enough, Ianto fumbled at the reminder. "Yes, well, I'll uh, go see about what Owen wants." Ianto acted like he didn't want to leave. After taking two rungs up, Ianto paused.
"You sure everything’s okay?" Ianto frowned mildly.
Jack walked over to Ianto and he knew he shouldn't, but he reached over and brushed a thumb across Ianto's lower lip. Jack kissed the closest fist curled around the ladder.
"See you later," Jack whispered before he ducked into his bathroom.
Jack stripped quickly, tried not to think about the hands that skimmed over him and the hands that ripped him. Both sets of sense memory battered him and as the shower warmed, Jack slid down to the shower floor and tried not to think of both.
Conclusion
Additional Notes: Many thanks to
soullessminion for betaing this chapter. And trtmx for her magic trick that saved my sanity! LOL.![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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Date: 2008-05-20 07:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-18 03:46 pm (UTC)You have a gorgeous way of describing it.
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Date: 2008-06-26 09:06 pm (UTC)*sighs* oh, Jack.
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Date: 2009-03-12 10:56 am (UTC)