Ficlet: "Spin" (Mac/Jack) PG
Title: Spin
Rating: PG for boykissing and implication
Summary: Jack Abernathy, master of manipulation.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc. Jack Abernathy is the creation of stellaluna_ who lets him run free in my head, which amuses her muchly.
Prompt: #67 -- Touch for coclaim100
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Jack Abernathy
A/N: The chaos begins. The first of our companion pieces for coclaim100. Companion piece to stellaluna's "The Illusionist" for coclaim100 prompt #71-- Magical. Read it.
Feedback is always appreciated.
"Watch real close this time," Abernathy says as he moves in close behind him, insinuating himself into Mac’s personal space. He presses every inch possible of their torsos together, enclosing him like a second skin, with their right arms extended and molded together. He grasps Mac’s hand in his once again, flipping the coin around and through Mac's fingers, almost like they were thin as the cool air around them.
Mac can feel every inch of Abernathy that lies against him, distracting him from the hypnotic movements of the coin. He can distantly feel the smooth edges draw lines across the pads of his fingers, the metal warm from the movement through both of their hands. After an indeterminate amount of time, Abernathy stops the coin, pressing it firmly into the back of Mac’s hand, the hard metal a cooler contrast to Abernathy’s warm flesh.
“Ready?” he asks, slowly moving the coin over the top of his hand and deftly flicking it into Mac’s palm. He then goes through all the steps slowly, repeating each a few times before moving onto the next, his fingers acting as a gentle but firm guide for Mac’s. After going through each move, he shows him the full sequence as a whole a few times, directing each movement with the smoothness and passion of a conductor with his orchestra. When he lets Mac try it for the first time on his own, he chuckles gently as Mac sends the coin flying, landing on the floor with a chorus of clinks.
When Mac bends over to retrieve it, he inadvertently rubs invitingly along Abernathy’s front. After he straightens up, Abernathy’s left arm curls around his waist, pulling them tight together. The edges of his hand sneak under the hem of Mac’s shirt, traveling slowly up his stomach. Abernathy cants his hips back and forth slightly, rubbing up against Mac suggestively, as his arm creeps higher and higher. He leans in and starts licking and nibbling on Mac’s neck, who leans back into him with a sigh. Mac turns his head as far back as he physically can to kiss him, and the coin falls to the floor again with a forgotten clink.
Mac turns in his arms, kissing Abernathy more firmly on the lips. A big hand grasps the back of his neck and one of the skilled fingers rubs gently back and forth. It almost tickles because of his short hair, but Abernathy always seems to enjoy rubbing his hands through what little is there, much to Mac’s confusion. Mac finally caves to temptation and wraps his arms around Abernathy, leaning his weight thoroughly onto him. He lets his hands run down Abernathy’s back and pushes the tips of his fingers just under the waist of his trousers. Abernathy bites Mac’s lower lip sharply, reluctantly pulling away with a dark look of arousal in his eyes.
“Let’s take it to a softer place, Chicago, yeah?” he says with a classic grin, leading Mac farther into the corner of the storage room. Mac follows happily, just as hypnotized by that voice as he was by the twirling coin.
Jack Abernathy, he muses-- master of manipulation.
Fin
8/06
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Rating: PG for boykissing and implication
Summary: Jack Abernathy, master of manipulation.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc. Jack Abernathy is the creation of stellaluna_ who lets him run free in my head, which amuses her muchly.
Prompt: #67 -- Touch for coclaim100
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Jack Abernathy
A/N: The chaos begins. The first of our companion pieces for coclaim100. Companion piece to stellaluna's "The Illusionist" for coclaim100 prompt #71-- Magical. Read it.
Feedback is always appreciated.
"Watch real close this time," Abernathy says as he moves in close behind him, insinuating himself into Mac’s personal space. He presses every inch possible of their torsos together, enclosing him like a second skin, with their right arms extended and molded together. He grasps Mac’s hand in his once again, flipping the coin around and through Mac's fingers, almost like they were thin as the cool air around them.
Mac can feel every inch of Abernathy that lies against him, distracting him from the hypnotic movements of the coin. He can distantly feel the smooth edges draw lines across the pads of his fingers, the metal warm from the movement through both of their hands. After an indeterminate amount of time, Abernathy stops the coin, pressing it firmly into the back of Mac’s hand, the hard metal a cooler contrast to Abernathy’s warm flesh.
“Ready?” he asks, slowly moving the coin over the top of his hand and deftly flicking it into Mac’s palm. He then goes through all the steps slowly, repeating each a few times before moving onto the next, his fingers acting as a gentle but firm guide for Mac’s. After going through each move, he shows him the full sequence as a whole a few times, directing each movement with the smoothness and passion of a conductor with his orchestra. When he lets Mac try it for the first time on his own, he chuckles gently as Mac sends the coin flying, landing on the floor with a chorus of clinks.
When Mac bends over to retrieve it, he inadvertently rubs invitingly along Abernathy’s front. After he straightens up, Abernathy’s left arm curls around his waist, pulling them tight together. The edges of his hand sneak under the hem of Mac’s shirt, traveling slowly up his stomach. Abernathy cants his hips back and forth slightly, rubbing up against Mac suggestively, as his arm creeps higher and higher. He leans in and starts licking and nibbling on Mac’s neck, who leans back into him with a sigh. Mac turns his head as far back as he physically can to kiss him, and the coin falls to the floor again with a forgotten clink.
Mac turns in his arms, kissing Abernathy more firmly on the lips. A big hand grasps the back of his neck and one of the skilled fingers rubs gently back and forth. It almost tickles because of his short hair, but Abernathy always seems to enjoy rubbing his hands through what little is there, much to Mac’s confusion. Mac finally caves to temptation and wraps his arms around Abernathy, leaning his weight thoroughly onto him. He lets his hands run down Abernathy’s back and pushes the tips of his fingers just under the waist of his trousers. Abernathy bites Mac’s lower lip sharply, reluctantly pulling away with a dark look of arousal in his eyes.
“Let’s take it to a softer place, Chicago, yeah?” he says with a classic grin, leading Mac farther into the corner of the storage room. Mac follows happily, just as hypnotized by that voice as he was by the twirling coin.
Jack Abernathy, he muses-- master of manipulation.
Fin
8/06
Link to all of my stories