My first Burn Notice Fan Fic!
Yes, this is indeed my first foray into the Burn Notice fanfic fandom. I've written another piece (currently residing unfinished @ FanFiction.net), but this is my first slash story. I may, or may not, decide to continue it, we'll just have to see.
So, without further ado, HERE IT IS:
Title: Taking the First Steps (1/possibly more)
Author: Orchestral Song ( klaatu_09)
Pairing: Michael/Jason
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Mike recognizes the fact that some things were left unsaid after Jason departed his loft.
Warning: Mild spoilers for 2.13 (Bad Breaks) and some language.
Word Count: 1,128
Beta: None
Notes: Just a totally AU follow-up to 2.13 (Bad Breaks). I just couldn't help but want to give Jason and Mike a few extra minutes (read: a few extra hours) together after the closing scene in the loft. This is my first venture into the realm of LJ Burn Notice fan fiction, so please, be gentle.
[Set a week after the events of the bank heist.]
The mobile on Jason’s nightstand buzzes loudly, jerking him out of a sound sleep at a cheery 5:00am. He clumsily grabs the offending object, flips it open, and stares at the screen, which reads: “UNKNOWN” in bright, glaring letters. It buzzes again, and he presses the call button with a resigned sigh.
“Hello?” he answers, his normal tenor rough with sleep.
“Jason …” the voice on the other end replies, immediately vaulting him to full consciousness.
“Michael! Why are you calling me? It’s 5:00 in the morning, what the hell are you doing?” Jason grumbles moodily, rubbing his free hand over his bleary eyes.
“I just … I meant to … can we talk?” the request is simple, but Jason can discern something amiss in Michael’s tone; the spy he was sent to Miami to silence does not stammer.
“Um … sure. Where are you?”
“Open your door, Bly. I’ve been freezing my ass off for the past 20 minutes.”
Jason chuckles at Michael’s knack for turning conversations on their heads, and quickly strides to the door of his hotel suite to allow the burned agent in from the slightly brisk Miami morning. Clad in pajama bottoms, no shirt, and a pair of slip-ons, Michael’s state of dress nearly mirrors Jason’s. Once Jason leads the way from the entryway to the bedroom/living room, he manages to catch Michael’s gaze.
“I can tell something’s up, but I’m not going to ask. Let’s get some sleep and you can tell me when we’re actually awake.”
Michael shuffles discreetly in the direction of the couch, but Jason shakes his head and brusquely shoves him towards the bed.
“You didn’t come all the way over here to sleep on my couch, dammit. There’s plenty of room,” Jason gently coaxes Michael under the covers, and leans over to turn off the light. “Just don’t hog the blanket.”
Michael responds with an almost affectionate slap to Jason’s shoulder, and with that display of their already-odd relationship, they slowly drift off. Four hours later, the pair slowly awakens. Jason is first, and he chuckles quietly as he looks down to find Michael’s arm slung protectively around his waist. Jason doesn’t move, and simply turns his head so he can watch the other agent slowly wake up. He’s not frightened of the gesture at all; in fact, he’s actually finding it rather enjoyable.
Jason has always admired Michael Westen for many reasons. His inherent wit and knack for getting out of sticky situations with flair to spare are definitely at the top of the list, but now, he finds admiration is giving way to a new feeling entirely. Jason shivers slightly, adjusting to the odd and pleasurable sensation of desire simmering throughout his body, and swallows as Michael tightens his grip on his waist.
“Jason … look, I-” Michael mutters, pressing his face against Jason’s neck as he seems to struggle to find the proper words for the situation he realizes he’s created.
“Mike … I’m not going anywhere.” Jason murmurs, placing his hands over Michael’s as they flex over his stomach.
“If you shove me out of this bed right now and tell me to get the fuck out, I would be happy that I got to experience these past few hours.”
“Mike … what are you saying?”
“I’m saying … that is to say … I care about you.”
“Ok, you’re not just saying that so you can get a cuddle, are you?” Jason sends Michael a sly glance over his shoulder.
With a swift glare and a low growl, Michael reaches over and roughly turns Jason to face him so they’re staring straight into each other’s eyes. The simple action sends twin bolts of electricity shooting through them, and they can almost see the sparks.
Michael’s nose is nearly touching Jason’s and their bodies are fitted neatly together, curves melding perfectly to angles. As they continue to stare at one another, Jason can see a rather attractive flush creeping up Michael’s neck and cheeks. Then, he feels Michael’s rigid arousal pressed against his thigh, and his own libido magnifies several times over.
“I … did that.” Jason mutters, more or less a statement than a question as he unconsciously thrusts his own aching arousal against Michael’s thigh.
Michael nods, and Jason inhales a sharp breath of pride mixed with satisfaction with a hint of surprise thrown in.
He’s always known there’s been something different between himself and Michael. From the beginning, they were able to play off one another better than decades-old friends. Sure, they started off as enemies, but working together to get out of a bank heist alive tends to alter one’s opinion of their counterpart. Now, their relationship is taking a whole new direction. And Jason finds he doesn’t mind one bit.
“God … I’ve been waiting for this … I just didn’t realize this is what I was waiting for until it hit me in the face.” Jason chuckles, a wide smile curving his lips as he slips his arms around Michael’s waist.
A relieved and ecstatic smile splits Michael’s normally stoic features, and Jason can’t help but return the gesture. They remain with their arms around one another, touching both physically and viscerally through mere eye contact. Every time their fingertips touch a shoulder, bicep, or neck, they both feel the scorching heat radiating from the skin-on-skin contact.
Finally, Michael takes the firs step. He reaches out and takes Jason’s face in his hands, locking his gaze with the steely blue orbs of the CSS agent. Then, he leans forward and cautiously presses his lips against Jason’s.
Jason’s eyes drift shut in utter bliss and his slips his hands behind Michael’s head in order to press their lips closer together in a searing kiss. At first Michael expects it to be awkward; confused tongues mixed with some random stubble, but what he isn’t prepared for is for Jason to be a fan-fucking-tastic kisser. {Oh Lord, that’s a tongue.} He can feel Jason’s slight shadow left from the previous day rubbing against his own skin and the sensation only turns him on further. Michael groans into the kiss, and Jason pulls back slightly to look into his eyes, a pleased smirk gracing his slightly flushed features.
As Jason takes his time visually devouring Michael, admiring his tousled dark brown locks and flushed handsome features, he realizes just how hard he’s fallen for the burned spy. And by the look in Michael’s haunting eyes, the feeling is mutual.
Screw protocol, missions, and the entire NSA. If he has a chance to be with a man like Michael Westen, he’s going to jump in with both feet and never look back.
Please do let me know what you think, if you're actually reading this. :)