Learning to Live Again - Part 3 - fic
Learning to Live Again - Part 3 (final part)
Pairing: Jack Harkness/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: Torchwood/CSI Miami
Rating: NC-17
Warning - well m/m sex - that’s what everyone been waiting for with these two I think tongue.gif Once again, not betaed just spellchecked.
The door opened suddenly. Ryan stepped back in surprise.
“Nice.” Jack drawled, as his eyes raked up and down the younger man’s body.
Ryan blushed as he saw Jack looking at him.
“Come in; make yourself at home.”
He watched as Jack started to put out the food.
“Smells delicious. You cooked it yourself?
“Yeah, I like cooking; don’t get the chance to do it very often.” He paused. ”I had a good teacher.” A sad look, flashed across his face.
Ryan looked round the flat, decorated in a very minimalist style. He wondered whether Jack had done that himself, or paid someone to decorate it for him. There was a distinct lack of anything personal, other than 3 large paintings.
His curiosity got the better of him, and he walked over to look at them.
The first piece was ultra modern, a large white canvass covered in lots of overlapping and interlinking blue squares, which didn’t really grab his attention.
Next was a dark painting of a beach in the moonlight, with two men in the foreground. He liked this one, looking at the signature it was signed Steve Walker but the name didn’t mean anything to him.
The final picture was the one that really hit him though. It was a large painting of fighter aircraft over what looked like London during the Blitz he guessed. He didn’t know how long he stood there looking at it.
“It’s called ‘Fury of Assault’.” A quiet voice said from behind him.
“And I’m guessing it’s the most personal of the three.” Ryan replied softly.
“You would guess right.” Jack placed a hand on his shoulder, sending a shiver of heat down his spine.
“Now, come on, get this food I’ve been slaving over all day.” He laughed, as Ryan raised an eyebrow at that comment.
Some time later, they’d both finished. As Jack cleared up he watched Ryan, standing at the window, looking at the city sparkling below.
The majority of his partners were of the very transient kind; he’d fuck and leave and never give them a second thought. Ryan had gotten under his skin though; before they’d even got to the fucking part. And Ryan was leaving to return to Miami next weekend.
The good ones always left in the end.
He sighed and switched on the dishwasher.
Decision made, he smiled. Walking across to the other man, he stood behind him, and placed his hands on the other’s shoulders.
He felt a tremble run from where his hands had landed, down through to Ryan’s feet.
“Is this what you want Ryan?”
The other man turned, leaning back against the glass of the window.
Jack smiled, as a smooth, cool hand cupped his cheek.
“I do. Honestly, I think I have done ever since I first saw you. I knew I’d be going back to Miami thought.”
Jack turned his head, lips brushing over the younger mans’ hand.
“I’ve learned to make the most of special moments, and this is one of those.”
Ryan smiled in relief at those words.
Jack stepped forward. He pushed the other man back gently against the glass, wrapping his hands in the soft silky hair.
Their lips brushed softly together. Jack felt a hand against his back and moved closer. He flicked his tongue against the other mans lips, and felt a soft sigh.
All he wanted to do was take this beautiful young man to bed and ravish him.
“Shall we take this somewhere more comfortable.” He asked, looking into a pair of shining pale hazel eyes.
Ryan cocked his head.
“I think we should.”
Jack took hold of a cool, smooth hand and leading the young man into the bedroom.
It was a haven of white and cream, with an enormous, immaculately made bed taking pride of place in the room.
Ryan sat on the edge of the bed and carefully Jack started undressing him; beginning with the shoes. Every movement was sensual, as he removed the socks, he stroked the side of the feet.
Once that was done, he lay the young man in the centre of the bed. Ryan’s eyes were following his every movement.
Slowly, he unbuttoned the shirt. With each release of a button, his fingers stroked the smooth silken skin beneath them.
Once the shirt was open all the way, he pulled it out of Ryan’s trousers; looking down at the other man, from his vantage point astride his thighs he grinned and licked his lips.
“Jack” sounded somewhere between a gasp and a groan.
Jack was transfixed.
“Mmm, so beautiful. Your skin is golden.” He said, in a pleasantly surprised tone of voice.
A blush flooded the young man’s cheeks.
“Now I want to find out if the rest of you is the same colour.”
Ryan gave an uncharacteristic giggle at the innocent tone in the other mans’ voice.
Jack unbuttoned Ryan’s jeans, and hooked his fingers inside the waistband of the boxer shorts, pulling both off at the same time.
He threw them on the floor with the other clothes; he knew it would bother the other man, but hoped he’d be able to take him mind off it.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes.” A rough voice cut through Jack’s thoughts as he took in the gorgeous body laid out in front of him.
He stood up and quickly removed all his clothing. He looked over at the young man, whose glazed eyes were transfixed on what he was doing.
“Like what you see.”
Hazel eyes met grey; he looked down at Jack’s erect cock and licked his lips.
Jack moved quickly.
He leaned over the younger man, wrapping both hands in his hair, kissing him roughly, as if he could never get enough. Tongues moving in perfect synchronicity, he heard faint moans, and felt the other mans hands moving up and down his spine.
Jack kissed his way down Ryan’s neck, licking and biting softly. He felt the other mans’ erection pushing into his chest, as he worked his way down the smooth golden body laid out in front of him.
He gently bit and pulled at the pert brown nipples, Ryan arched up against him. Working his way down to the perfect round belly button, his senses were intoxicated by everything that made up this wonderful young man.
He finally reached what he had been aiming for. The smooth, gleaming, erect red cock. He nuzzled the wiry brown hair at its base. Breathing in the smell that he’d discovered was pure Ryan.
Licking his tongue up the vein on the underside he sucked the tip into his mouth tasting the glistening liquid that was already leaking from it as he did so. He swirled his tongue around the tip holding Ryan down as he did so to prevent him from thrusting up. Losing himself in the sensations he didn’t know how long he was doing it before he pulled off.
He reached to one side, and found the lube and condom he’d put there earlier. He sat back, listening to wonderful sound of Ryan’s moans, flicking open the tube he put some on his fingers. Reaching behind he started to prepare himself.
There was something strangely erotic about being able to feel his own fingers inside him while looking at his soon to be lover.
Ryan was still writhing on the bed, eyes closed.
Jack let out a cry as his fingers found his prostate.
“Jack.” Ryan whimpered, their eyes met immediately.
“That’s the most wonderful thing I’ve ever seen” he whispered, continuing to watch Jacks hand and fingers as they moved inside the other man.
“I want you to fuck me.” He murmured, rendering Ryan speechless.
The younger man forced himself to move fractionally, unwrapping the condom laying next to him he rolled it down his cock. Trying desperately not to come ay the feel of his own fingers on his cock.
Jack removed his fingers from his ass, moving forward he slowly lowered himself, feeling a slight burn of pain as Ryan’s cock pushed deeper and deeper inside him. He thrusts down, and the other man pushes up against them.
Somehow, even without words, they move perfectly with each other. Jack shifting slightly so that Ryan’s cock brushes against his prostate, sending stars sparkling against his eyes.
He knows that neither of them will last long. The pressure building up inside him pushes him to murmur a warning to Ryan.
Suddenly, and clearly he hears the words, cutting through the haze of near orgasm.
“Come then Jack.”
He feels Ryan coming, as he explodes all over the younger man’s chest.
With a gasp he lowers himself, laying on top of his lover.
“Amazing,” the only words he is able to vocalise.
Ryan chuckled, as he strokes the older man’s hair.
“So were you Jack.”
Two of the three paintings in Jack’s flat
Fury of Assault - painting by Robert Taylor
http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o254/to..._of_assault.jpg
Men and the Moon - painting by Steve Walker
Pairing: Jack Harkness/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: Torchwood/CSI Miami
Rating: NC-17
Warning - well m/m sex - that’s what everyone been waiting for with these two I think tongue.gif Once again, not betaed just spellchecked.
The door opened suddenly. Ryan stepped back in surprise.
“Nice.” Jack drawled, as his eyes raked up and down the younger man’s body.
Ryan blushed as he saw Jack looking at him.
“Come in; make yourself at home.”
He watched as Jack started to put out the food.
“Smells delicious. You cooked it yourself?
“Yeah, I like cooking; don’t get the chance to do it very often.” He paused. ”I had a good teacher.” A sad look, flashed across his face.
Ryan looked round the flat, decorated in a very minimalist style. He wondered whether Jack had done that himself, or paid someone to decorate it for him. There was a distinct lack of anything personal, other than 3 large paintings.
His curiosity got the better of him, and he walked over to look at them.
The first piece was ultra modern, a large white canvass covered in lots of overlapping and interlinking blue squares, which didn’t really grab his attention.
Next was a dark painting of a beach in the moonlight, with two men in the foreground. He liked this one, looking at the signature it was signed Steve Walker but the name didn’t mean anything to him.
The final picture was the one that really hit him though. It was a large painting of fighter aircraft over what looked like London during the Blitz he guessed. He didn’t know how long he stood there looking at it.
“It’s called ‘Fury of Assault’.” A quiet voice said from behind him.
“And I’m guessing it’s the most personal of the three.” Ryan replied softly.
“You would guess right.” Jack placed a hand on his shoulder, sending a shiver of heat down his spine.
“Now, come on, get this food I’ve been slaving over all day.” He laughed, as Ryan raised an eyebrow at that comment.
Some time later, they’d both finished. As Jack cleared up he watched Ryan, standing at the window, looking at the city sparkling below.
The majority of his partners were of the very transient kind; he’d fuck and leave and never give them a second thought. Ryan had gotten under his skin though; before they’d even got to the fucking part. And Ryan was leaving to return to Miami next weekend.
The good ones always left in the end.
He sighed and switched on the dishwasher.
Decision made, he smiled. Walking across to the other man, he stood behind him, and placed his hands on the other’s shoulders.
He felt a tremble run from where his hands had landed, down through to Ryan’s feet.
“Is this what you want Ryan?”
The other man turned, leaning back against the glass of the window.
Jack smiled, as a smooth, cool hand cupped his cheek.
“I do. Honestly, I think I have done ever since I first saw you. I knew I’d be going back to Miami thought.”
Jack turned his head, lips brushing over the younger mans’ hand.
“I’ve learned to make the most of special moments, and this is one of those.”
Ryan smiled in relief at those words.
Jack stepped forward. He pushed the other man back gently against the glass, wrapping his hands in the soft silky hair.
Their lips brushed softly together. Jack felt a hand against his back and moved closer. He flicked his tongue against the other mans lips, and felt a soft sigh.
All he wanted to do was take this beautiful young man to bed and ravish him.
“Shall we take this somewhere more comfortable.” He asked, looking into a pair of shining pale hazel eyes.
Ryan cocked his head.
“I think we should.”
Jack took hold of a cool, smooth hand and leading the young man into the bedroom.
It was a haven of white and cream, with an enormous, immaculately made bed taking pride of place in the room.
Ryan sat on the edge of the bed and carefully Jack started undressing him; beginning with the shoes. Every movement was sensual, as he removed the socks, he stroked the side of the feet.
Once that was done, he lay the young man in the centre of the bed. Ryan’s eyes were following his every movement.
Slowly, he unbuttoned the shirt. With each release of a button, his fingers stroked the smooth silken skin beneath them.
Once the shirt was open all the way, he pulled it out of Ryan’s trousers; looking down at the other man, from his vantage point astride his thighs he grinned and licked his lips.
“Jack” sounded somewhere between a gasp and a groan.
Jack was transfixed.
“Mmm, so beautiful. Your skin is golden.” He said, in a pleasantly surprised tone of voice.
A blush flooded the young man’s cheeks.
“Now I want to find out if the rest of you is the same colour.”
Ryan gave an uncharacteristic giggle at the innocent tone in the other mans’ voice.
Jack unbuttoned Ryan’s jeans, and hooked his fingers inside the waistband of the boxer shorts, pulling both off at the same time.
He threw them on the floor with the other clothes; he knew it would bother the other man, but hoped he’d be able to take him mind off it.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes.” A rough voice cut through Jack’s thoughts as he took in the gorgeous body laid out in front of him.
He stood up and quickly removed all his clothing. He looked over at the young man, whose glazed eyes were transfixed on what he was doing.
“Like what you see.”
Hazel eyes met grey; he looked down at Jack’s erect cock and licked his lips.
Jack moved quickly.
He leaned over the younger man, wrapping both hands in his hair, kissing him roughly, as if he could never get enough. Tongues moving in perfect synchronicity, he heard faint moans, and felt the other mans hands moving up and down his spine.
Jack kissed his way down Ryan’s neck, licking and biting softly. He felt the other mans’ erection pushing into his chest, as he worked his way down the smooth golden body laid out in front of him.
He gently bit and pulled at the pert brown nipples, Ryan arched up against him. Working his way down to the perfect round belly button, his senses were intoxicated by everything that made up this wonderful young man.
He finally reached what he had been aiming for. The smooth, gleaming, erect red cock. He nuzzled the wiry brown hair at its base. Breathing in the smell that he’d discovered was pure Ryan.
Licking his tongue up the vein on the underside he sucked the tip into his mouth tasting the glistening liquid that was already leaking from it as he did so. He swirled his tongue around the tip holding Ryan down as he did so to prevent him from thrusting up. Losing himself in the sensations he didn’t know how long he was doing it before he pulled off.
He reached to one side, and found the lube and condom he’d put there earlier. He sat back, listening to wonderful sound of Ryan’s moans, flicking open the tube he put some on his fingers. Reaching behind he started to prepare himself.
There was something strangely erotic about being able to feel his own fingers inside him while looking at his soon to be lover.
Ryan was still writhing on the bed, eyes closed.
Jack let out a cry as his fingers found his prostate.
“Jack.” Ryan whimpered, their eyes met immediately.
“That’s the most wonderful thing I’ve ever seen” he whispered, continuing to watch Jacks hand and fingers as they moved inside the other man.
“I want you to fuck me.” He murmured, rendering Ryan speechless.
The younger man forced himself to move fractionally, unwrapping the condom laying next to him he rolled it down his cock. Trying desperately not to come ay the feel of his own fingers on his cock.
Jack removed his fingers from his ass, moving forward he slowly lowered himself, feeling a slight burn of pain as Ryan’s cock pushed deeper and deeper inside him. He thrusts down, and the other man pushes up against them.
Somehow, even without words, they move perfectly with each other. Jack shifting slightly so that Ryan’s cock brushes against his prostate, sending stars sparkling against his eyes.
He knows that neither of them will last long. The pressure building up inside him pushes him to murmur a warning to Ryan.
Suddenly, and clearly he hears the words, cutting through the haze of near orgasm.
“Come then Jack.”
He feels Ryan coming, as he explodes all over the younger man’s chest.
With a gasp he lowers himself, laying on top of his lover.
“Amazing,” the only words he is able to vocalise.
Ryan chuckled, as he strokes the older man’s hair.
“So were you Jack.”
Two of the three paintings in Jack’s flat
Fury of Assault - painting by Robert Taylor
http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o254/to..._of_assault.jpg
Men and the Moon - painting by Steve Walker