John Hart: September 14th, 2009
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ericadawn16Title: But Time Didn’t Stop
Characters: Jack/John
Rated: TV-14 A bit of a sex scene, nothing explicit. ANGST COE spoilers
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Captain John Hart finds a very different Jack in Mexico City.
Previous Segment:June 5th, 2010
Masterlist for series:
http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
September 14th, 2009
John Hart was enjoying this traveling business as he walked along a street in Mexico City. It happened so often that it was only a matter of time before...
BAM!!! A fight broke out and John fought his way to the thick of it; not really caring whose side he was as long as he was the cause of blood being spilled. Several exuberant minutes later, sirens pealed into the air and he ran away from there. He could have used his wrist- strap but he preferred the danger. Clapping came from behind and a voice called, "And John Hart, to think I never thought I'd see you again."
"Jack, you're a sight for sore...eyes,“ he concluded with less feeling as he turned around and saw his ex-husband's face. He had seen him look that bad before, but only after being tortured within an inch of death.
"What happened to you?" he asked without hesitation and with a grin, "Does Eye Candy refuse to put out anymore?"
Unfortunately, this prompted the taller man to swing his fist at his face. It connected with his lip; splitting it. He tested with his tongue and tasted the metallic flavor of blood. With a smile, he decked him in the jaw. Jack shook it off and grabbed John’s arm, pinning it behind his back.
“I thought maybe living around them would make you soft,” John spoke, sweeping his leg across the other’s so that he lost his grip and fell, “I’m glad to see you still have it.”
A hard kick to his ankle felled him to the ground as well and Jack grabbed his neck in a choke hold. Even as he struggled to breathe, he was able to do a hard elbow to the stomach and his ex-husband let go immediately. His right hand went to his gut where he was hit and John flipped him so that his arm went across his chest, restraining him. After a grunt from Jack, John couldn’t help commenting, “Or maybe he domesticated you, after all. Mind you, the suit is a looker, is he as wild in bed as he looks?”
The head of the man in his arms swung back and connected with his skull. In his daze, he released his hold; Jack kneed him in the groin and smashed his face with his fist. For a second, he was able to think that his nose must be broken but the other man picked him up, throwing into the wall so dust floated to the ground. Then, Jack was forcing his arms into that same wall along with a knee grinding into his crotch that hurt like hell anyway. Never had John seen such fire in those blue eyes directed at him. His ex-husband let go of one arm in order to grab his chin so the only thing to do was look at Jack’s pained face.
“Don’t you EVER talk about Ianto! He…he was a better man than we could ever be,” the man hissed and threw him to the ground before he started to walk away.
"Oh bullocks,” John said to himself. The only person Jack had become that incensed over before was Gray and he’d caught the past-tense of verb. Eye Candy was dead. It was sad to realize that the orgy would definitely never happen now and that was too bad because he looked like he must have been incredibly sexy under that suit.
“Jack, let me buy you a drink," John suggested, hobbling over to him, “Come on.” His hands were deep in the pockets of that navy blue coat he insisted on wearing despite it being an exceptionally warm September afternoon. However, when he looked at the other’s face, Jack turned away, but not before John had caught that he was crying. Now, he refused to be declined.
“Just one drink,” the shorter man spoke and managed enough adrenaline to stand in front of him, “One drink in his memory.”
With a shrug of his shoulders, Jack agreed without another word which wasn’t like him either. They made their way to the closest cantina where the taller man slid into a dark booth and the other ordered a full bottle of tequila with two glasses. He poured each of them one and slid a glass across the table.
“How long has it been?” John asked as he settled into a better position; the wood creaking around him. Jack ran his finger along the rim of the glass for several seconds. His gaze was on the golden liquid.
“It’s been three months, ten days and about an hour,” he replied and looked up. The shorter man hoped he wasn’t going to cry again
“What happened?” John inquired against his better judgment.
“Doesn’t matter, it was my fault,” Jack spoke, “They all deserved better and I came along.”
The man was beginning to feel like he should change the subject before his ex-husband shot himself in front of him or something.
“Remember when we fought in that war in the Horsehead Nebula? The Ghost Wars, they call it, that was a lot of fun,” John reminded him, “Shooting the bad guys…and we were able to pick the bad guys.”
A smile tried to form at the edges as Jack admitted, “It was fun and they eventually made a peace treaty, still sticking as far as I know.”
“Maybe this planet is just too small. You aren’t required to stay, just leave,” the shorter man suggested before draining the glass. The other fingered his coat and said, “I don’t know…I don’t know if I could do that and just…leave them.”
“They’re dead,” John replied without thinking and tried to soften the blow, “at least take off the coat, you must be hot.”
Jack shook his head and played again with the unbuttoned flaps.
“He liked the coat,” he spoke and in a softer voice, added, “They both did.”
There was no telling who this second dead person was, but it was getting on his nerves. Jack hadn’t taken even a sip of his drink.
“There was a time when we were together that I could believe that you’d sell out your own child if you had one to save your skin,” he complained while pouring himself another glass, “What happened? You’re not fun anymore. You’ve just become…sad, certainly not the Time Agent of the Year that I remember.”
He settled back with his new drink, but was taken aback as Jack opened his mouth for a rebuttal, closed it and took the whole bottle of tequila; more than half full. In just a few gulps, he finished off the entire bottle. For once, John didn’t know what to say. Then, the taller man leaned across the wooden table of the booth and kissed him. He stopped after a quarter of a minute and he would have understood if the other couldn’t continue, but he did, deepening the kiss to involve his tongue. John had to admit that he was feeling much better since the fight especially his crotch.
“Let’s get out of here,” he suggested; drinking the remaining glass and standing up. His rented room wasn’t far and Jack was pulling his coat sleeves off as he tried to open the door with the key. A brief pause in action did occur when he found the scar on John's wrist that his brother had left behind, but it couldn’t be helped. There was kissing, there was pulling off of clothes, there was touching and it was wonderful. The first time as he screamed John’s name, his real name, was wonderful. The second time…his wasn’t the name yelled out in bliss. He assumed it was the tequila talking since Jack threw most of it up afterwards, but the third time, he said Eye Candy’s name again and John noticed his eyes were shut…probably had been shut the whole time. The taller man lay sleeping while he was wide awake. He could never compete with a ghost; much less an idealized one. John took one last look at his ex-husband lying on the bed. His brown hair was sticking in all directions, one hand clutched part of the red sheet while the other, with the silver watch, rested on his stomach; almost protectively.
“I don’t want to, but I’m going to love you until the day I die, you selfish son of a bitch,” he declared and kissed the man’s forehead. He didn’t even stir as John put together his things. He’d had enough of this planet. It was time to move on.
Next Segment:
June 4th, 2009
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Characters: Jack/John
Rated: TV-14 A bit of a sex scene, nothing explicit. ANGST COE spoilers
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Captain John Hart finds a very different Jack in Mexico City.
Previous Segment:June 5th, 2010
Masterlist for series:
http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
September 14th, 2009
John Hart was enjoying this traveling business as he walked along a street in Mexico City. It happened so often that it was only a matter of time before...
BAM!!! A fight broke out and John fought his way to the thick of it; not really caring whose side he was as long as he was the cause of blood being spilled. Several exuberant minutes later, sirens pealed into the air and he ran away from there. He could have used his wrist- strap but he preferred the danger. Clapping came from behind and a voice called, "And John Hart, to think I never thought I'd see you again."
"Jack, you're a sight for sore...eyes,“ he concluded with less feeling as he turned around and saw his ex-husband's face. He had seen him look that bad before, but only after being tortured within an inch of death.
"What happened to you?" he asked without hesitation and with a grin, "Does Eye Candy refuse to put out anymore?"
Unfortunately, this prompted the taller man to swing his fist at his face. It connected with his lip; splitting it. He tested with his tongue and tasted the metallic flavor of blood. With a smile, he decked him in the jaw. Jack shook it off and grabbed John’s arm, pinning it behind his back.
“I thought maybe living around them would make you soft,” John spoke, sweeping his leg across the other’s so that he lost his grip and fell, “I’m glad to see you still have it.”
A hard kick to his ankle felled him to the ground as well and Jack grabbed his neck in a choke hold. Even as he struggled to breathe, he was able to do a hard elbow to the stomach and his ex-husband let go immediately. His right hand went to his gut where he was hit and John flipped him so that his arm went across his chest, restraining him. After a grunt from Jack, John couldn’t help commenting, “Or maybe he domesticated you, after all. Mind you, the suit is a looker, is he as wild in bed as he looks?”
The head of the man in his arms swung back and connected with his skull. In his daze, he released his hold; Jack kneed him in the groin and smashed his face with his fist. For a second, he was able to think that his nose must be broken but the other man picked him up, throwing into the wall so dust floated to the ground. Then, Jack was forcing his arms into that same wall along with a knee grinding into his crotch that hurt like hell anyway. Never had John seen such fire in those blue eyes directed at him. His ex-husband let go of one arm in order to grab his chin so the only thing to do was look at Jack’s pained face.
“Don’t you EVER talk about Ianto! He…he was a better man than we could ever be,” the man hissed and threw him to the ground before he started to walk away.
"Oh bullocks,” John said to himself. The only person Jack had become that incensed over before was Gray and he’d caught the past-tense of verb. Eye Candy was dead. It was sad to realize that the orgy would definitely never happen now and that was too bad because he looked like he must have been incredibly sexy under that suit.
“Jack, let me buy you a drink," John suggested, hobbling over to him, “Come on.” His hands were deep in the pockets of that navy blue coat he insisted on wearing despite it being an exceptionally warm September afternoon. However, when he looked at the other’s face, Jack turned away, but not before John had caught that he was crying. Now, he refused to be declined.
“Just one drink,” the shorter man spoke and managed enough adrenaline to stand in front of him, “One drink in his memory.”
With a shrug of his shoulders, Jack agreed without another word which wasn’t like him either. They made their way to the closest cantina where the taller man slid into a dark booth and the other ordered a full bottle of tequila with two glasses. He poured each of them one and slid a glass across the table.
“How long has it been?” John asked as he settled into a better position; the wood creaking around him. Jack ran his finger along the rim of the glass for several seconds. His gaze was on the golden liquid.
“It’s been three months, ten days and about an hour,” he replied and looked up. The shorter man hoped he wasn’t going to cry again
“What happened?” John inquired against his better judgment.
“Doesn’t matter, it was my fault,” Jack spoke, “They all deserved better and I came along.”
The man was beginning to feel like he should change the subject before his ex-husband shot himself in front of him or something.
“Remember when we fought in that war in the Horsehead Nebula? The Ghost Wars, they call it, that was a lot of fun,” John reminded him, “Shooting the bad guys…and we were able to pick the bad guys.”
A smile tried to form at the edges as Jack admitted, “It was fun and they eventually made a peace treaty, still sticking as far as I know.”
“Maybe this planet is just too small. You aren’t required to stay, just leave,” the shorter man suggested before draining the glass. The other fingered his coat and said, “I don’t know…I don’t know if I could do that and just…leave them.”
“They’re dead,” John replied without thinking and tried to soften the blow, “at least take off the coat, you must be hot.”
Jack shook his head and played again with the unbuttoned flaps.
“He liked the coat,” he spoke and in a softer voice, added, “They both did.”
There was no telling who this second dead person was, but it was getting on his nerves. Jack hadn’t taken even a sip of his drink.
“There was a time when we were together that I could believe that you’d sell out your own child if you had one to save your skin,” he complained while pouring himself another glass, “What happened? You’re not fun anymore. You’ve just become…sad, certainly not the Time Agent of the Year that I remember.”
He settled back with his new drink, but was taken aback as Jack opened his mouth for a rebuttal, closed it and took the whole bottle of tequila; more than half full. In just a few gulps, he finished off the entire bottle. For once, John didn’t know what to say. Then, the taller man leaned across the wooden table of the booth and kissed him. He stopped after a quarter of a minute and he would have understood if the other couldn’t continue, but he did, deepening the kiss to involve his tongue. John had to admit that he was feeling much better since the fight especially his crotch.
“Let’s get out of here,” he suggested; drinking the remaining glass and standing up. His rented room wasn’t far and Jack was pulling his coat sleeves off as he tried to open the door with the key. A brief pause in action did occur when he found the scar on John's wrist that his brother had left behind, but it couldn’t be helped. There was kissing, there was pulling off of clothes, there was touching and it was wonderful. The first time as he screamed John’s name, his real name, was wonderful. The second time…his wasn’t the name yelled out in bliss. He assumed it was the tequila talking since Jack threw most of it up afterwards, but the third time, he said Eye Candy’s name again and John noticed his eyes were shut…probably had been shut the whole time. The taller man lay sleeping while he was wide awake. He could never compete with a ghost; much less an idealized one. John took one last look at his ex-husband lying on the bed. His brown hair was sticking in all directions, one hand clutched part of the red sheet while the other, with the silver watch, rested on his stomach; almost protectively.
“I don’t want to, but I’m going to love you until the day I die, you selfish son of a bitch,” he declared and kissed the man’s forehead. He didn’t even stir as John put together his things. He’d had enough of this planet. It was time to move on.
Next Segment:
June 4th, 2009
edf
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Date: 2009-10-05 11:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-09 03:17 am (UTC)Only there's more to the story than your theory...you'll find out in a later chapter.