Taming Jack
Title: Taming Jack
Pairing: Simpson/Clayton
Rating: NC/17
Summary: He's watching him and Clayton knows what he wants.
Disclaimers: They are not mine nor I'm making money writing about them.
I wanted to write a little piece about them because their relationship is so strange but also attractive if you allow me to say it.
He's watching him and I know what he wants from him.
I know it before he transforms his words into actions.
The kid, is a good fighter but his blood is all over the table.
Poor kid fighting for his pride but he doesn't know him.
No, he doesn't know that sooner or later he will let him do anything he wants, like Archie did.
Or maybe not.
Maybe he will be like me.
No.
He will not want to carry such secrets like me.
No.
He will not be a shameful person like me.
Yes, I'm a shameful person but I can't stop it, I can't stop in wanting and desiring someone like him: someone like Jack Simpson.
And now go figure why I like him and later you can blame him for making me want it.
Listen very well, if you knew, what I know, you would be like me with this malicious discontent of mine mixing with satisfaction.
Perhaps I'm the only one who can tame him.
And my dear friend you surely would advice me, that he doesn't know the meaning of being tamed.
No, it's not that he doesn't know it, he's only trying to be ignorant about it.
But I like Horatio and eventually I decide to put an end to Jack's sick game.
I know that light, now shining into his eyes, it's promising me about madness and revenge.
But I shall let him walk past me and wait until the end of his watch.
After all he knows where to find me and how to break me.
Again, my dearest friend you surely would pity me.
But I don't.
Shall I explain it to you?
You surely don't recognize me, your old friend who sailed away many years ago.
Does it hurt to hear me say that I'm playing his foolish game?
I love him.
I love Jack Simpson.
Perhaps I'm innocent.
Perhaps I'm a sinner but I guess that he caught me in the middle of his madness and gave me a place and a purpose.
He said that I'm beautiful and that everyone will always let me in but then, he whispered that doors aren't open to a man without a trace of a sin.
I guess he's right.
You guess he ruined me.
Later he comes and finds me playing my violin.
He sits and eats my dinner, slowly.
His eyes never leaving my face, a hunter studying his prey but I keep playing my violin like he doesn't exists in this fragment of my world.
“I will fuck that kid whenever I want and you know it.” He spits out.
“I know Jack.” I say without stopping my playing.
“You are still writing to your stupid friend who doesn't know what to do with his life?” He asks chewing some bread.
“Are you still reading my letters?” I ask.
“Always.” He shrugs, “you love me, don't you Clayton?”
I smile and stop playing my violin, he gives me a strange look while he watches me putting down my precious instrument.
“I will break it one day.”
“No, you will not do it.” I answer pulling off my shirt.
He shrugs again, “you can't tame me Clayton.”
“I know Jack, I know.” I reply straddling his thighs.
He sighs and shakes his head, “I don't want to fuck you!”
I nod and press against his body, softly moaning into his ear.
“Stand up Clayton!” He hisses clasping on my arm.
“No.” I breathe out, hot air into his ear and I smile as he shivers.
His hands grips my ass, pulling me hard against his body.
“I will fuck him.” He says licking my lips.
“I know.” I only reply opening to his mouth and fury.
And you my dear friend, you would not understand the sinner in me but he doesn't have anyone left beside me.
His family drank everything away and sent him to root here.
They took and drank everything until only bare pride was left behind and he knew that he had to fight for gaining a place in this world.
I let him hastily undress me and his nails are scratching my skin but I know that he likes to admire all the signs he leaves behind.
My hand doesn't give any break to his cock, pumping it, pulling down his foreskin, stroking his cock up and down, applying a little more pressure at the root.
He shudders and slaps my hand away.
I close my eyes and bite down my lips as he quickly lifts my ass from his sweaty thighs and pierce into me with a single push of his hips.
“If you were a girl I would so get you pregnant.” He moans as I muffle my screams into his neck.
“You never get used to me Clayton and I like it.”
I move back and face him, “you can bend me but you can't break me Jack.”
He snorts and laughs “you never cease to amaze me Clayton.”
“Good.” I moan trying to match and meet his pushes.
He doesn't like to kiss when he fucks me, he says that love is a meaningless word and he doesn't have any desire of it.
But I know that he's a liar.
More he gets older, more he craves for it.
But because they took everything away from him, he doesn't allow himself to have such a pleasure.
“Jack.” I call softly as his pushes are growing more urgent.
I catch both his wrists in my hand and push them behind his back, he looks up at me and for a moment I see something that no one ever saw.
Vulnerability.
It's like a golden fish quickly swimming away from my sight but my dearest friend it's enough for me, for me to have a glimpse of the true and old Jack Simpson.
He comes in a silent moan and I pull him against my chest, feeling how he shudders and fills me with warm seed.
Then I allow myself the pleasure of coming and his name is barely whispered as I feel his wrists freeing themselves from my catch.
“If I was a woman you would marry me.” I say and he makes me lift away from him, cum quickly dripping between my inner thighs.
“No.” He hisses still catching his breath and I know that it's not answering to me but to himself and to all his demanding needs.
I sigh and start to collect my discarded clothes when he grabs one of my arms and makes me spin toward his direction.
“You can't tame me Clayton.” He says but in his voice I can hear all his doubts.
“No Jack.”
He kisses me and then leaves, taking away my violin.
Pairing: Simpson/Clayton
Rating: NC/17
Summary: He's watching him and Clayton knows what he wants.
Disclaimers: They are not mine nor I'm making money writing about them.
I wanted to write a little piece about them because their relationship is so strange but also attractive if you allow me to say it.
He's watching him and I know what he wants from him.
I know it before he transforms his words into actions.
The kid, is a good fighter but his blood is all over the table.
Poor kid fighting for his pride but he doesn't know him.
No, he doesn't know that sooner or later he will let him do anything he wants, like Archie did.
Or maybe not.
Maybe he will be like me.
No.
He will not want to carry such secrets like me.
No.
He will not be a shameful person like me.
Yes, I'm a shameful person but I can't stop it, I can't stop in wanting and desiring someone like him: someone like Jack Simpson.
And now go figure why I like him and later you can blame him for making me want it.
Listen very well, if you knew, what I know, you would be like me with this malicious discontent of mine mixing with satisfaction.
Perhaps I'm the only one who can tame him.
And my dear friend you surely would advice me, that he doesn't know the meaning of being tamed.
No, it's not that he doesn't know it, he's only trying to be ignorant about it.
But I like Horatio and eventually I decide to put an end to Jack's sick game.
I know that light, now shining into his eyes, it's promising me about madness and revenge.
But I shall let him walk past me and wait until the end of his watch.
After all he knows where to find me and how to break me.
Again, my dearest friend you surely would pity me.
But I don't.
Shall I explain it to you?
You surely don't recognize me, your old friend who sailed away many years ago.
Does it hurt to hear me say that I'm playing his foolish game?
I love him.
I love Jack Simpson.
Perhaps I'm innocent.
Perhaps I'm a sinner but I guess that he caught me in the middle of his madness and gave me a place and a purpose.
He said that I'm beautiful and that everyone will always let me in but then, he whispered that doors aren't open to a man without a trace of a sin.
I guess he's right.
You guess he ruined me.
Later he comes and finds me playing my violin.
He sits and eats my dinner, slowly.
His eyes never leaving my face, a hunter studying his prey but I keep playing my violin like he doesn't exists in this fragment of my world.
“I will fuck that kid whenever I want and you know it.” He spits out.
“I know Jack.” I say without stopping my playing.
“You are still writing to your stupid friend who doesn't know what to do with his life?” He asks chewing some bread.
“Are you still reading my letters?” I ask.
“Always.” He shrugs, “you love me, don't you Clayton?”
I smile and stop playing my violin, he gives me a strange look while he watches me putting down my precious instrument.
“I will break it one day.”
“No, you will not do it.” I answer pulling off my shirt.
He shrugs again, “you can't tame me Clayton.”
“I know Jack, I know.” I reply straddling his thighs.
He sighs and shakes his head, “I don't want to fuck you!”
I nod and press against his body, softly moaning into his ear.
“Stand up Clayton!” He hisses clasping on my arm.
“No.” I breathe out, hot air into his ear and I smile as he shivers.
His hands grips my ass, pulling me hard against his body.
“I will fuck him.” He says licking my lips.
“I know.” I only reply opening to his mouth and fury.
And you my dear friend, you would not understand the sinner in me but he doesn't have anyone left beside me.
His family drank everything away and sent him to root here.
They took and drank everything until only bare pride was left behind and he knew that he had to fight for gaining a place in this world.
I let him hastily undress me and his nails are scratching my skin but I know that he likes to admire all the signs he leaves behind.
My hand doesn't give any break to his cock, pumping it, pulling down his foreskin, stroking his cock up and down, applying a little more pressure at the root.
He shudders and slaps my hand away.
I close my eyes and bite down my lips as he quickly lifts my ass from his sweaty thighs and pierce into me with a single push of his hips.
“If you were a girl I would so get you pregnant.” He moans as I muffle my screams into his neck.
“You never get used to me Clayton and I like it.”
I move back and face him, “you can bend me but you can't break me Jack.”
He snorts and laughs “you never cease to amaze me Clayton.”
“Good.” I moan trying to match and meet his pushes.
He doesn't like to kiss when he fucks me, he says that love is a meaningless word and he doesn't have any desire of it.
But I know that he's a liar.
More he gets older, more he craves for it.
But because they took everything away from him, he doesn't allow himself to have such a pleasure.
“Jack.” I call softly as his pushes are growing more urgent.
I catch both his wrists in my hand and push them behind his back, he looks up at me and for a moment I see something that no one ever saw.
Vulnerability.
It's like a golden fish quickly swimming away from my sight but my dearest friend it's enough for me, for me to have a glimpse of the true and old Jack Simpson.
He comes in a silent moan and I pull him against my chest, feeling how he shudders and fills me with warm seed.
Then I allow myself the pleasure of coming and his name is barely whispered as I feel his wrists freeing themselves from my catch.
“If I was a woman you would marry me.” I say and he makes me lift away from him, cum quickly dripping between my inner thighs.
“No.” He hisses still catching his breath and I know that it's not answering to me but to himself and to all his demanding needs.
I sigh and start to collect my discarded clothes when he grabs one of my arms and makes me spin toward his direction.
“You can't tame me Clayton.” He says but in his voice I can hear all his doubts.
“No Jack.”
He kisses me and then leaves, taking away my violin.