Fic: The Best Friend I Could Imagine NC-17 Markham/Stackhouse
Title: The Best Friend I Could Imagine
Pairing: Markham/Stackhouse
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nate always liked visiting Jason’s family
A/N: This is a story for the ever wonderful padfootthegrim AKA Josie. I wanted to write her an extra story for the SGA_Santa!madness, but I didn’t get the one I WANTED to write her done in time. This was my second idea, and I wanted to post it for her, but still didn’t get it done in time.
Now since Josie is my Beta… this story has not been beta’d. Sorry!
Hobbes! I hope you enjoy the story! And the other one will be posted eventually. -T
Jason sighed as he sank down onto the couch beside Nate. He was tired, bone tired, visiting with his family always made him tired. Not because they gripped and bitched like Nate’s family, no, the Markham family was the complete opposite of the Stackhouse family. Some might call the Markham’s the perfect family, they talked and hugged, they genuinely cared what each other was doing and they got together on as many Holidays as possible. They called each other on their birthdays and never forgot to send cards. This was the first time Jason had seen his sister in four years, the first time he’d seen any of his family. It was tiring, all the talking and cheerfulness; it had been a long time since he’d experienced it, but he was happy to be there. Happy to be with Nate, who was, in every way, a member of his family.
Jessica was Jason’s twin sister, she’d gotten married ten years ago, and had gotten divorced seven years after that. She had two sons, identical twins named Kevin and Kyle, they were four years old, born six days after Jason went to Atlantis.
Nate always liked visiting Jason’s family, and Jason thought if he had a family like Nate’s, he’d be happy to visit a caring family too. He’d never even met Nate’s parents, and he didn’t feel like he was missing anything at all. Nate had told him how they’d reacted when he’d told them he was gay, and Jason couldn’t even imagine it. When he’d told his family, they’d accepted it, accepted it because it was him, and being gay was part of him. His father had told him that he’d like to have a grandson to carry on the name, but to dislike the fact that Jason was gay would be to dislike him, and he couldn’t do that.
Nate had been worried the first time Jason had invited him to Christmas dinner, but he’d been greeted with as many hugs as Jason had gotten. He’d even gotten a gift, the only gift he’d gotten that year besides the one Jason had gotten him.
It was thirteen years since that first Christmas dinner, and Nate was a regular member of the family, Kevin and Kyle even called him uncle.
Jason leaned over and put his head on Nate’s lap and watched the ending of A Very Merry Pooh Year with his nephews.
~I’d like to make a toast,~ Christopher Robin said from the living room television.
~Ohh, I love toast!~ Tigger replied.
Jason chuckled and Nate asked what he was laughing at.
“You’re *so* tigger,” he answered.
“Am not!”
“Are too.”
“No I’m not.”
“Come on, man. You know good and well that you’d say something like that!”
Nate tipped his head to the side. “Eh, maybe.”
“You know you would.”
“Okay, well if I’m Tigger, then you’re Hobbes.”
“Hobbes!?”
“Yep.”
“As in Calvin and…”
“Yep.”
“Why?”
Nate blushed a little and smiled.
“Why?”
“Because… you’re the best friend I could imagine.”
“Aww,” Jason sighed as he sat up. “Come here, Tigger,” he said. He put his hand on the back of Nate’s neck and pulled him into a soft kiss.
“Right,” Jessica said as she came into the room. “Come on boys, that’s your cue to go to bed.” She shooed the kids out of the room and raised her brow at Jason and Nate.
“No worries, Jess,” Jason said. “We weren’t going to do anything.”
She smiled and nodded. “I know, but I’d like the boys’ sexual preference to be something they choose.”
“You know,” Nate said and cocked his head again. “No offence, but if us kissing in front of them could make them be gay, then your kissing your boyfriend in front of them could make them straight.”
She giggled and shook her head. “Point taken,” she said. “Good night guys.”
“Night, Jess,” Both men said in unison.
They usually stayed in a hotel when they visited Jason’s family, and this time was no different. It wasn’t that they couldn’t have sex in Jessica’s house, their guest room was at the other end of the hallway than the boys’ room, and they could be quiet. But they were both more comfortable in a hotel because they didn’t feel the need to be polite. They were men after all, they did man things. They walked around in their boxers and scratched themselves. They adjusted their cocks, and occasionally each other’s. They kissed, deep, wet, messy kisses complete with groping and moaning. And although they could be quiet during sex… they preferred to be loud. Not ridiculously loud, but their moaning and groaning and dirty talk could get a little out of control.
“Uh,” Jason groaned as he pushed back against Nate. “Oh yeah… right there, keep doing that.”
Nate thrust forward, hitting Jason’s prostate again. “Fuck, Jas,” he breathed. “God I love you… you’re perfect. I love fucking you, love how you squeeze me. The feel of my dick sliding in and out of you… oh damn.”
Jason was on his knees, gripping the head board, his head was leaned back and he was thrusting back onto Nate’s cock as he fucked him.
“Oh god, yes,” he moaned. “Oh yes, Nate… touch me. Fuck me and touch me.”
Then Nate’s mouth was on Jason’s neck, sucking and licking. His hand snaked around Jason’s body and Jason gasped and sighed when his cock was stroked. “Oohhhh, yeah. Oh god, that’s good.” His breath caught as Nate’s thumb slid over the head of his dick. He sighed out a shaky breath and turned his head to the side. “Kiss me, Nate,” he pleads. “I want to feel your tongue in my mouth.”
Nate, as usual, didn’t disappoint. He captured Jason’s mouth and shoved his tongue inside, kissing him as deeply as the awkward position would allow.
Jason was in the midst of sensory overload, Nate was fucking him, jerking him off and kissing him, and it was all too much to take. He turned away from the kiss and clenched his teeth, hissing in a breath as he felt the heat that had been building in his stomach spread down to his balls. “Oh god!” he shouted. “Oh Jesus, Nate, yes, yes, fuck me, oh yes!” He shuddered as he came, spraying long ropey strands onto the headboard.
“Fuck, Jas,” Nate breathed as he began thrusting harder. A moment later he stiffened, grunting Jason’s name again, he came.
“Oh yeah,” Jason sighed as he and Nate sank down to the bed.
Jason turned in Nate’s arms and wrapped him in a tight embrace. “Come here, Tigger,” he whispered and pulled Nate into a kiss.
FIN