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Title: There Was a Young Trooper...
Author: mad_jaks
Characters: Jack/John Hart
Genre: drabble
Rating: PG13
Prompt: tw100: poetry
Summary: A very mellow John Hart waxes lyrical - limerickal? - about the old days
Author's Note: If you could all bear with me until I get my writing mojo back I would be most grateful.
Disclaimer: Not mine - making no money
“There was a young trooper from Boe-shane...” John started, and, standing over him, Jack groaned.
“Please, anything but that?” he slurred, reaching out.
“Who dreamt of becoming a captain...” John continued, snagging Jack's hand. “He worked hard at his tasks...”
“I'm never drinking with you again!”
“Proper little Boy Scout you were, once,” John smirked, idly nipping at Jack's fingertips. “Where was I? Oh, I know. Not thinking to ask... Who he should sleep with to get there!” he finished, triumphantly.
“Soon fixed that though, didn't you?” Jack breathed, straddling his thighs.
Author: mad_jaks
Characters: Jack/John Hart
Genre: drabble
Rating: PG13
Prompt: tw100: poetry
Summary: A very mellow John Hart waxes lyrical - limerickal? - about the old days
Author's Note: If you could all bear with me until I get my writing mojo back I would be most grateful.
Disclaimer: Not mine - making no money
“There was a young trooper from Boe-shane...” John started, and, standing over him, Jack groaned.
“Please, anything but that?” he slurred, reaching out.
“Who dreamt of becoming a captain...” John continued, snagging Jack's hand. “He worked hard at his tasks...”
“I'm never drinking with you again!”
“Proper little Boy Scout you were, once,” John smirked, idly nipping at Jack's fingertips. “Where was I? Oh, I know. Not thinking to ask... Who he should sleep with to get there!” he finished, triumphantly.
“Soon fixed that though, didn't you?” Jack breathed, straddling his thighs.