Fic:: Jack/David "Seek Up"
Title: Seek Up
Pairing/Fandom: Jack/David Kings
Rating: I would say a light R for swearing and kisses
Summary: 'Jack had to give it to him, for a guy his height he was pretty good at looking small.'
Author's Notes: So I sat down to write a Morgan/Reid tag for last nights episode and this came through instead. This is for swordpoker from my fic requests, and is written with the unfortunate knowledge that Kings is looking pretty bleak and cancel-ly right now. (MEH. MEH I SAY!) As with all of my fics, this was made up and i own nothing. First time in this particular sandbox, so feel free to leave con-crit!
(Title is from a Dave Matthews, "Seek Up", because of this bit, "You seek up an emotion/and your cup is overflowing/You seek up an emotion/sometimes your well is dry/You seek up a big monster/for him to fight your wars for you/But when he finds his way to you, the devil's not/going, "Ha ha, ha ha"")
David stood in Jack’s doorway with his rucksack slung over his right shoulder and his eyes trained on the floor. Jack had to give it to him, for a guy his height he was pretty good at looking small.
“You’re really leaving?” he had meant for it to come out impassive, would have been okay if it came out angry, but was annoyed to find it came out with a crack in his voice.
David looked up at him. “I have to.”
“I’m not going to tell on you, you know?” he tried. “It was just a kiss, David. And no one was around to witness it so it can fade back into obscurity.”
“I told your sister,” David said and Jack blinked away the urge to punch him directly in the face.
When he could open his mouth he ground out a, “You did what?”
“Not that it was you,” David backtracked, and Jack sagged a little in the relief of the moment. “Just that… it happened. That I kissed someone that wasn’t her and that it had meant something.”
Caught off guard for the second time in barely a minute Jack felt his jaw open and close wordlessly. Meant something? What the hell was he getting at?
“I couldn’t lie to her, it wouldn’t have been fair.”
And if he was going to be the one to leave he could at least have the decency to not look so broken. Jack averted his eyes, not sure how long he could look at him with out doing something monumentally stupid.
"I guess I should," David said and his voice was already a little more distant like he had taken a few steps away. Jack nodded his head without turning around.
The sting at the corners of his eyes made him more angry than anything, and when he heard the door click closed he pressed his palm into his eye to stop it. The feeling ebbed and he was just about to turn to leave when a blur of color started across his window.
It took a moment to process but the colors paused and he let out ahard laugh. It figured.
"Fucking butterfly," he grumbled and turned away from it. His head kept repeating David’s words, Meant something. They had been drunk, on a night out with his friends. It wasn’t like they were in the middle of a field of daisies and a symphony. In fact, the only music playing was a particularly inappropriate rap song being blasted from the front of the limo. It had just happened. Jack had just been curious. And David had been there. With his wide eyes and his innocent smile. Jack had just leaned in and pressed his lips to the corner of David’s mouth.
A picture popped into his brain at the thought, of David being the one to lean in. That couldn’t be right, but his was insistent. Jack had been the one to finish bridging the gap, yes, but David had leaned. Even though there wasn’t any one else in the back area he had been right there beside Jack, and had had his eyes fixed on Jack’s the whole time. The chaste kiss had been followed by a far less innocent repeat, this time initiated entirely by Jack and terminated maybe a minute later by David pulling back panting his eyes wide in fear.
Jack rubbed his forehead to try and ease the sudden headache that was forming behind his eyes. This was just ridiculous; this entire situation was what stupid romance movies were made of. Except in the movies it would have ended with them in bed, or at least on the couch going a little past first base. He groaned and sat down on the edge of a chair.
He swallowed around a lump in his throat. What the hell was he doing? This was absurd. Since Joseph he had worked hard at keeping himself out of that scene but he went and did this with freaking St. David? David, who instead of just letting it go, was leaving and that just didn’t seem to settle well.
Leaving… no left. David LEFT. And it hit Jack in one fail slap to the chest. Gone. He pushed his hands onto his knees and went to the door, determined to go and find him. It had only been a minute, so he couldn’t have gone to far. As he reached the door he put his hand in his pocket to call security. He could have him detained long enough to get down there.
But as the door swung open he saw that wasn’t necessary, David was barely five feet away, his hand on the back of his neck and the bag on the ground. He looked like he was debating something, but Jack didn’t want to ask what. (Yet.) David looked up at him and he started to recoil.
Jack looked up and down the hallway with only half assed interest, and when he saw it was completely empty he put his hand on David’s arm and pulled him back into his room.
“Wh-what?” David asked, as Jack slammed the door shut. He opened his mouth to continue but Jack was quick to the draw and pushed him against the door. Whatever words were there were muffled by a desperate kiss.
Mean something, Jack thought. This is supposed to mean something.
Jack pulled back first, mostly because David had nowhere to back up to. Somehow during the kiss Jack had taken both of David’s hands and pinned them against the wall above their heads and Jack released them when he realized how uncomfortable that would be.
David swallowed a few times but looked more or less dumbfounded. “Why?”
Jack wasn’t sure there was an answer he could give that would make sense. This was possibly the stupidest thing he had ever done and that was not an easy thing to be done. Instead he leaned forward until his lips were just an inch in front of David’s.
“Stay,” he pleaded. (And really, he was a prince he shouldn’t have to plead.)
David’s tongue ran out to lick along his own bottom lip and caught Jack’s in the process. In the instant before the next (of hopefully many) kisses he let out a breath of, “Okay.”
Pairing/Fandom: Jack/David Kings
Rating: I would say a light R for swearing and kisses
Summary: 'Jack had to give it to him, for a guy his height he was pretty good at looking small.'
Author's Notes: So I sat down to write a Morgan/Reid tag for last nights episode and this came through instead. This is for swordpoker from my fic requests, and is written with the unfortunate knowledge that Kings is looking pretty bleak and cancel-ly right now. (MEH. MEH I SAY!) As with all of my fics, this was made up and i own nothing. First time in this particular sandbox, so feel free to leave con-crit!
(Title is from a Dave Matthews, "Seek Up", because of this bit, "You seek up an emotion/and your cup is overflowing/You seek up an emotion/sometimes your well is dry/You seek up a big monster/for him to fight your wars for you/But when he finds his way to you, the devil's not/going, "Ha ha, ha ha"")
David stood in Jack’s doorway with his rucksack slung over his right shoulder and his eyes trained on the floor. Jack had to give it to him, for a guy his height he was pretty good at looking small.
“You’re really leaving?” he had meant for it to come out impassive, would have been okay if it came out angry, but was annoyed to find it came out with a crack in his voice.
David looked up at him. “I have to.”
“I’m not going to tell on you, you know?” he tried. “It was just a kiss, David. And no one was around to witness it so it can fade back into obscurity.”
“I told your sister,” David said and Jack blinked away the urge to punch him directly in the face.
When he could open his mouth he ground out a, “You did what?”
“Not that it was you,” David backtracked, and Jack sagged a little in the relief of the moment. “Just that… it happened. That I kissed someone that wasn’t her and that it had meant something.”
Caught off guard for the second time in barely a minute Jack felt his jaw open and close wordlessly. Meant something? What the hell was he getting at?
“I couldn’t lie to her, it wouldn’t have been fair.”
And if he was going to be the one to leave he could at least have the decency to not look so broken. Jack averted his eyes, not sure how long he could look at him with out doing something monumentally stupid.
"I guess I should," David said and his voice was already a little more distant like he had taken a few steps away. Jack nodded his head without turning around.
The sting at the corners of his eyes made him more angry than anything, and when he heard the door click closed he pressed his palm into his eye to stop it. The feeling ebbed and he was just about to turn to leave when a blur of color started across his window.
It took a moment to process but the colors paused and he let out ahard laugh. It figured.
"Fucking butterfly," he grumbled and turned away from it. His head kept repeating David’s words, Meant something. They had been drunk, on a night out with his friends. It wasn’t like they were in the middle of a field of daisies and a symphony. In fact, the only music playing was a particularly inappropriate rap song being blasted from the front of the limo. It had just happened. Jack had just been curious. And David had been there. With his wide eyes and his innocent smile. Jack had just leaned in and pressed his lips to the corner of David’s mouth.
A picture popped into his brain at the thought, of David being the one to lean in. That couldn’t be right, but his was insistent. Jack had been the one to finish bridging the gap, yes, but David had leaned. Even though there wasn’t any one else in the back area he had been right there beside Jack, and had had his eyes fixed on Jack’s the whole time. The chaste kiss had been followed by a far less innocent repeat, this time initiated entirely by Jack and terminated maybe a minute later by David pulling back panting his eyes wide in fear.
Jack rubbed his forehead to try and ease the sudden headache that was forming behind his eyes. This was just ridiculous; this entire situation was what stupid romance movies were made of. Except in the movies it would have ended with them in bed, or at least on the couch going a little past first base. He groaned and sat down on the edge of a chair.
He swallowed around a lump in his throat. What the hell was he doing? This was absurd. Since Joseph he had worked hard at keeping himself out of that scene but he went and did this with freaking St. David? David, who instead of just letting it go, was leaving and that just didn’t seem to settle well.
Leaving… no left. David LEFT. And it hit Jack in one fail slap to the chest. Gone. He pushed his hands onto his knees and went to the door, determined to go and find him. It had only been a minute, so he couldn’t have gone to far. As he reached the door he put his hand in his pocket to call security. He could have him detained long enough to get down there.
But as the door swung open he saw that wasn’t necessary, David was barely five feet away, his hand on the back of his neck and the bag on the ground. He looked like he was debating something, but Jack didn’t want to ask what. (Yet.) David looked up at him and he started to recoil.
Jack looked up and down the hallway with only half assed interest, and when he saw it was completely empty he put his hand on David’s arm and pulled him back into his room.
“Wh-what?” David asked, as Jack slammed the door shut. He opened his mouth to continue but Jack was quick to the draw and pushed him against the door. Whatever words were there were muffled by a desperate kiss.
Mean something, Jack thought. This is supposed to mean something.
Jack pulled back first, mostly because David had nowhere to back up to. Somehow during the kiss Jack had taken both of David’s hands and pinned them against the wall above their heads and Jack released them when he realized how uncomfortable that would be.
David swallowed a few times but looked more or less dumbfounded. “Why?”
Jack wasn’t sure there was an answer he could give that would make sense. This was possibly the stupidest thing he had ever done and that was not an easy thing to be done. Instead he leaned forward until his lips were just an inch in front of David’s.
“Stay,” he pleaded. (And really, he was a prince he shouldn’t have to plead.)
David’s tongue ran out to lick along his own bottom lip and caught Jack’s in the process. In the instant before the next (of hopefully many) kisses he let out a breath of, “Okay.”