Fortune Favors the Foolish - Part 2 - Torchwood/Dead Like Me crossover - Jack/Mason
Continued from Part 1 - http://druis.livejournal.com/3134.html
Bloody hell, considering his original plan for today, was this really so scary? He fluttered his eyelashes. “Be gentle.”
Jack laughed and shoved him off and rolled off the bed to pick up his trousers. He pulled a tube of something from a pocket and return to kneel between Mason’s legs.
Slippery. Slippery was good. Mason shifted uneasily when the first finger entered him and tightened his hands in the sheet. Jack pushed in slowly, never breaking eye contact. His left hand stroked Mason’s cock.
“You all right?”
Mason nodded. Christ, this felt strange. The finger left and returned with another. A twinge of pain, now, but not much.
Jack worked his hands. His fingers scissored within Mason, stretching him. Mason grabbed a bigger handful of the sheet and came up with the tube Jack had dropped beside him. The surface of it felt strange, more like leather than metal or plastic and Mason distractedly turned his head to look at it. Jack shoved his fingers deep.
“holyjeezusfuck.” A burst of pleasure zapped through him and his hips jerked. Jack chuckled and Mason arched into his hands as Jack stroked his fingers firmly over the same spot and pumped his rigid cock in the same rhythm. There was only cotton in his hands now and Mason spared a drunken sideways thought to wonder what had happened to the lube and then the feeling came again and he moaned.
Oh, there. Jack had it again and was squeezing more onto his hand and setting the tube behind him at the foot of the bed. Three fingers. Mason grimaced. Definite pain now.
“Okay?”
“Quit bloody asking, mate.”
Jack smiled and leaned down and, in one smooth motion, swallowed him down to the root. Mason almost shouted as Jack bobbed his head and sucked him with long, deep pulls. With every stroke he could feel himself driving straight down Jack’s throat and managed to gasp, “Sodding showoff…” He imagined he could feel Jack smile.
Mason’s hips wanted to thrust, but Jack held him down with a forearm across his hips, still with -was that four?- fingers inside him, and Mason felt his balls begin to tighten. And then the fucking tosser pulled off.
“Oh, you fucking-”
“Relax.” Jack cleared his throat and wiped his lips. “The best is yet to come.” He leaned down and Mason licked his own taste from the kiss but Jack pulled away after a moment.
“Hands and knees.”
Mason did it, but he felt his dick soften a bit. He tried to brace himself as he felt Jack move in behind him, and ignore the nervous fear fluttering in his stomach.
“This will be good.” Jack ran a soothing hand over his back. “Promise.”
Mason hovered on all fours while the slick, blunt head of Jack’s cock pushed uncomfortably. Twice it skidded off target and Mason had the sudden clear thought that this part of his body wasn’t really designed to have things enter. He felt very foolish. Then Jack pushed in and Mason gasped as his muscles stretched painfully.
Christ, that hurt.
Jack didn’t ask if he was okay, just waited.
Mason squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. “Fuck,” he said. He waited, his head hanging down, breathing hard. Then he nodded.
Jack pushed again, murmuring something soothing at Mason’s hiss of pain, until he was all the way in. The soft weight of his balls settled against Mason’s backside and his hips were warm. Jack pulled back, just a bit, and nudged insistently back in, fighting the uncooperative clench and drag of Mason’s body. The pain was sharp and deep and Mason squelched the urge to pull away and end this. Jack’s cock felt thick and rock-hard, delivering a fresh surge of pain with each gentle thrust. Mason must have loosened at least a bit though, because Jack was able to thrust more easily now, building to a steady rhythm.
Mason bit his lip. So far, this was not fun. He bent forward, resting his elbows on the bed and ooohhhh, yes. That’s better. Jack’s cock struck his prostate every few strokes and spurts of pleasure began to bloom through the pain. He grunted in satisfaction and pushed back tentatively against the next thrust and Jack made a pleased sound and curled over Mason’s back. He planted a kiss on Mason’s shoulder and breathed into his ear, “Better?”
Mason just moaned in response and rolled his hips. It still hurt but he was beginning not to care. Jack thrust harder. Mason’s dick firmed a bit again and he took hold of it in a loose grip and let Jack fuck him, let the pleasure warm away the pain. The pace quickened and Jack breathed hard behind him and reached around to close his hand over Mason’s half-hard dick. He stroked encouragingly and Mason began to rock his body back and forth, pushing back onto Jack’s cock and forward into his hand.
“Harder.”
Did I say that? Apparently he had and Jack obliged with stronger thrusts and a tighter fist and now those crackling bursts of pleasure were curling up through his body like smoke. He moaned into the bedclothes and then Jack took his shoulder and pulled him up, pulled them both back until Jack sat back on his heels and Mason gasped in shocked pleasure as his weight settled on top and the shaft speared him even deeper. Jack held him with an arm across his chest and continued to thrust his hips up into Mason’s backside, short, sharp stabs and Mason heard his own breath coming in whimpery little gasps. With his other hand Jack let go of Mason’s erection and took hold of his hand to guide it down, past the tight throb of his balls, to the place where Jack thrust in and out of his body. Mason felt the stretch of his skin around the pumping shaft and reached still further, to take Jack’s balls in a soft grip. None of the muscles in his neck seemed to work and his head fell back to roll helplessly against Jack’s shoulder. Jack groaned and tightened his arm around Mason’s sweat-slick body and fucked him hard and grabbed again for Mason’s dick and began to jerk him off with quick, urgent strokes.
Too much. Mason cried out and arched his back, breaking the rhythm and Jack tried to move with him, tried to keep his cock in its sheath, but Mason mindlessly twisted free of him, yelling as his orgasm shook him and his dick spilled over Jack’s hard fingers. Before he could draw another breath, Jack had shoved him flat onto the bed and plunged back in and began to fuck him again, brutally hard and fast and Mason gasped as fresh sparks from his prostate crashed through the aftershocks of his climax. Jack’s pace became frantic and he gasped harshly into Mason’s ear and then he stilled and groaned and pressed hard into Mason’s ass until he finally collapsed.
There was a drifting period of semi-consciousness, then. Mason vaguely felt the twinge of pain as Jack pulled out and rolled off him. His ass felt strange: aching and empty and sore, but he ignored it for the boneless bliss he felt everywhere else.
There was a strange beeping sound and he felt the bed shift as Jack rolled over.
“Jack?”
The tinny voice was female and Mason frowned sleepily into the mattress. He didn’t even have a phone.
“Yeah, princess, what can I do for you?”
“Where are you? I thought you’d be back ages before us.”
“Did you get it?”
“Got it. It was in a safe on the third floor. The sonic screwdriver comes through again.” There was a brief scuffle and a male voice came on. “We’re ready to leave, Jack, where the bloody hell are you?”
“Listen, you told me to go entertain myself.”
“Well kiss him, her, or it goodbye and get back to the Tardis.” The clipped Northern tones were impatient. “We can’t wait around all day for you to shag your way through the London’s beatnik population.”
Jack laughed and Mason felt a hand stroke his hair. “Just the one, Doc. Even I prefer quality to quantity.”
Mason rolled over and looked at him confusedly. Jack grinned and spoke again into his leather wristband. “Be right there. Don’t leave without me.”
“Well shift it then.” A click and the voice was gone.
“What the hell is that?” Mason asked.
“Sort of a two-way radio.” He leaned down and gave Mason a lingering kiss. “Gotta go. It was fun.”
“Yeah.” Mason yawned. “Will I see you again?” Christ, I sound like a girl.
“Probably not.”
“Okay.” Mason kept his tone casual. “Well … thanks.” He laughed a little. “Brave new world, and all that.”
Jack grinned. “Have fun with it.” Then he scooped his leather coat from the floor and was gone.
Mason yawned. He felt a bit deflated. Then he remembered his Peaslee’s purchase. Now there was a brave new world. And if he could combine the two …
Bliss.