At the risk of embarrassing myself...
Back with another drabble, I'm not too sure about this one either, but I figure feedback is good so I'm putting it out there.
Title: Teammates
Pairing: Marek (John)/Jack (Jax)
Rating: R (for the swearing)
Disclaimer: Don't own these guys...
Hands grab Marek shoulders and slam him against the bulkhead of the cockpit. “You damn fuck-up! What the Hell did you think you were doing?”
“Ooh yeah, baby, you know I love the hard stuff,” he groans dramatically, half wanting to break the tension, half meaning it.
“Don’t fuck with me,” Jax growls. “I should have known this would happen, everything goes to shit when you’re around.”
For some reason the words, which Marek would normally just laugh off, infuriate him. “The Hell it does! Ever think you’re the one who screwed things up?”
Jax grasps his shoulders even tighter, almost making Marek wince, but no way is he going to let his “partner” (to use the term very loosely) get the better of him. “No, I don’t, you’ve got that all wrapped up, and what are you gonna do to get us out of this?”
Before Marek can say anything, Jax is right in his face. “Nothing, you’re not gonna do anything, because you’re completely incapable.”
If not for the fact Jax is pinning him to the wall, Marek would be smashing his nose in right now.
He makes do with snapping back. “Yeah, really incapable! So incapable I saved your arse back there! Don’t fall over yourself thanking me!”
Jax puts his face right up against Marek’s. “I don’t owe you anything.”
The guy’s a bastard, no doubt about it, but damn if he isn’t the best looking bastard Marek’s ever seen.
And Marek knows he’s not all that bad to look at either, not that Jax will ever admit that, hell no. Jax has flirted, shagged or both with practically half the galaxy now, but he refuses to give Marek the time of day. At first Marek saw it bit of a thrill, a challenge and all, but now he’s had it, if Jax doesn’t want to shag him (he still has trouble fathoming that, but whatever), fine, but he doesn’t have to be cruel about it.
“Get the fuck off me,” Marek finally spits out, after a few minutes of struggle, but Jax just pins him harder against the bulkhead.
“You just can’t take responsibility for anything, can you?” Jax snarls.
“Oh spare me! Like you can talk, or maybe you want me to march you back to that astroid so you can take your punishment?”
Jax laughs. “Go ahead, try it, I could use a laugh.”
Marek gives a furious growl and tries to get free Jax again, but he’s not going anywhere.
Their eyes meet…
Then their mouths.
Hands everywhere, half stroking, half scratching. Hair is pulled, lips are bitten. Damn, Jax is good at this….
But there’s no way Marek’s letting him off so lightly, now that Jax’s finally let his guard down, Marek turns the tables and it’s the other agent against the wall.
He thinks he hears Jax sneer. “Fuck you.”
Marek smirks. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
He brings his leg up between Jax’s and in doing so whacks his kneecap hard against the bulkhead.
Luckily, a little pain won’t stop Marek or Jax for that matter and the two of them end up on the floor.
Still that’s gonna leave a mark on Marek’s knee.
A mark that ends up lasting years.
So yeah, feedback is appreciated! I'd never written this sort of scene between guys before.
Title: Teammates
Pairing: Marek (John)/Jack (Jax)
Rating: R (for the swearing)
Disclaimer: Don't own these guys...
Hands grab Marek shoulders and slam him against the bulkhead of the cockpit. “You damn fuck-up! What the Hell did you think you were doing?”
“Ooh yeah, baby, you know I love the hard stuff,” he groans dramatically, half wanting to break the tension, half meaning it.
“Don’t fuck with me,” Jax growls. “I should have known this would happen, everything goes to shit when you’re around.”
For some reason the words, which Marek would normally just laugh off, infuriate him. “The Hell it does! Ever think you’re the one who screwed things up?”
Jax grasps his shoulders even tighter, almost making Marek wince, but no way is he going to let his “partner” (to use the term very loosely) get the better of him. “No, I don’t, you’ve got that all wrapped up, and what are you gonna do to get us out of this?”
Before Marek can say anything, Jax is right in his face. “Nothing, you’re not gonna do anything, because you’re completely incapable.”
If not for the fact Jax is pinning him to the wall, Marek would be smashing his nose in right now.
He makes do with snapping back. “Yeah, really incapable! So incapable I saved your arse back there! Don’t fall over yourself thanking me!”
Jax puts his face right up against Marek’s. “I don’t owe you anything.”
The guy’s a bastard, no doubt about it, but damn if he isn’t the best looking bastard Marek’s ever seen.
And Marek knows he’s not all that bad to look at either, not that Jax will ever admit that, hell no. Jax has flirted, shagged or both with practically half the galaxy now, but he refuses to give Marek the time of day. At first Marek saw it bit of a thrill, a challenge and all, but now he’s had it, if Jax doesn’t want to shag him (he still has trouble fathoming that, but whatever), fine, but he doesn’t have to be cruel about it.
“Get the fuck off me,” Marek finally spits out, after a few minutes of struggle, but Jax just pins him harder against the bulkhead.
“You just can’t take responsibility for anything, can you?” Jax snarls.
“Oh spare me! Like you can talk, or maybe you want me to march you back to that astroid so you can take your punishment?”
Jax laughs. “Go ahead, try it, I could use a laugh.”
Marek gives a furious growl and tries to get free Jax again, but he’s not going anywhere.
Their eyes meet…
Then their mouths.
Hands everywhere, half stroking, half scratching. Hair is pulled, lips are bitten. Damn, Jax is good at this….
But there’s no way Marek’s letting him off so lightly, now that Jax’s finally let his guard down, Marek turns the tables and it’s the other agent against the wall.
He thinks he hears Jax sneer. “Fuck you.”
Marek smirks. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
He brings his leg up between Jax’s and in doing so whacks his kneecap hard against the bulkhead.
Luckily, a little pain won’t stop Marek or Jax for that matter and the two of them end up on the floor.
Still that’s gonna leave a mark on Marek’s knee.
A mark that ends up lasting years.
So yeah, feedback is appreciated! I'd never written this sort of scene between guys before.