Time doesn't
Author: Jinup
Pairing Sheppard/O’Neill
Rating: PG - 13, maybe, shrug.
Warning: no beta, part fifteen in a loosely connected progression
Jack hadn’t been expecting it, the midnight visit from Sheppard. Sheppard had walked out of their meeting about Ford without saying anything. Sheppard hadn’t said anything to Jack outside of official capacity for three weeks after that meeting. Jack had been spending an inordinate amount of time with Danny. When McKay had finally put his foot down Jack had started going on solo missions again.
There hadn’t seemed to be much reason not to volunteer for, or create, dangerous solo missions. Jack wasn’t getting back to Earth anytime soon; what would he do once he got there anyhow? Rot quietly in Minnesota? Jack didn’t like fishing that much.
Sheppard hadn’t knocked, or even announced himself. He was just suddenly there. Atlantis would open any door for Sheppard it seemed; even Jacks.
Sheppard only says eight words before he kisses Jack, “I’m glad, that it was you who lived.”
Jack is frozen, he can’t think of anything to say; to make John stay, to make sure he goes the hell away and stays away, nothing. The only thing that is going through Jacks mind is that “nobody expects the Spanish inquisition” and gauging by the expression on Johns’ face Jake is almost sure he just said that out loud. John shrugs then swoops in again. Jack isn’t frozen tight anymore, in fact everything is going loose. He is still wondering how this could be happening when he finds himself flat on his back, John between his spread thighs, grinding.
Jacks own valiant attempt at an erection feels like an afterthought. Jack is momentarily angry that even this feels like it is happening to someone besides himself. Disassociation striking again; another one of those gifts that keep on giving. That feeling of dissatisfaction fades fast though, it’s Sheppard after all and Jack doesn’t dream in anything else.
Jack didn’t see Sheppard creeping up on him tonight. “Smack that”, “Hit this” or “Give me some more”, that’s all Jack seems to be able to come up with to say. No matter how much it seems like some strange porn movie dream dialogue. Its Sheppard so Jack supposes it IS a strange porn movie; better even. Maybe the cheesy dialogue can be forgiven, Porn isn’t known for its scripts.
There is no resistance, only surrender. Jack twining around John, pulling them tighter and tighter together; it’s not as hard as Jack thought it would be, surrendering everything. It moves smoothly, without Jacks conscience control. It progresses from kissing, to touching, to rubbing, to penetration, to release; for John. Jack doesn’t need that, not now; not anymore. Doesn’t even miss it, mostly. It’s easier now, simpler; cleaner. It’s a way to take care of your partner. Now sex, in Jacks case, is almost unselfish. There is no reason to think that Jack would get anything out of the act but satisfaction in pleasing his partner, but Jack does. He gets so much out of it that is impossible to attempt to explain. Watching Sheppard’s’ face as he moves over Jack. Listening to the hurried breathing, the smell of sweat, everything is so sharp. All the lines are at right angles. Perfect. John smiles when he comes, smiles like he’s flying, smiles like he’s finally free.
It takes Jack a little longer then Sheppard to fall asleep. Impossible to fulfill desire is a tad frustrating, but it’s better then nothing. It’s almost good with Sheppard landed partially on top of Jack. The extra weight helps with, everything.