All Mouth by Draycevixen. Brown Cortina.
Title: All Mouth
Author: Drayce
Characters: Sam/Jack. Yes... that Jack!
Rating: Brown Cortina
Warnings: Crack! Bad nob jokes.
Word Count: 1670
Note: I wouldn't really call this a crossover despite the appearance of Jack. This is just crack pure *cough* and simple. I wrote this on the return trip from England and want to blame high altitude, a head cold and jet lag for its production.
As usual, non-constructive criticism cheerfully tolerated. Points for creativity, but if you're going to mention anyone's mother please make it your own! :D
Sam’s day, like every bloody other day, was not going very well. Frustration and a raging hard-on had become his almost constant companions. And they wonder why I walk this way. First Annie had stopped him outside the pub, dragging him by the arm into the alley. He’d thought his luck was finally in, but she’d just wanted to warn him that Gene, “the right bastard,” was looking for him.
He’d made reassuring noises and after she’d left he’d made his way inside the pub only to be body slammed into the wall by the bastard in question. Never fails. Frustration turned to aching hardness and he’d had to hobble to the bar, faking more serious injury, in order to cover his condition. Several pints then sweet oblivion. Nelson had quietly pulled him a pint before leaning in closer.
“There’s someone I’d like you to meet, Sam, an old friend of mine.”
Sam was distracted, still feeling Gene’s hands where they’d grabbed his shoulders. Never anywhere lower unless shaped into a fist, although a fist would be fine if wrapped around….
“Sam? Are you listening to me?”
“Old friend. Yeah. Can’t really say I’m in the right frame of mind to be meeting old friends right now, Nelson.”
“Oh you’ll be interested in this one. He’s not from here either.”
“Not from Manchester?”
“Not from 1973.”
Sam’s head snapped up to lock eyes with Nelson as he stared at him in shock.
“Not like you Sam to be speechless. You should know I haven’t always run a pub… Well not on this planet anyway.”
Nelson put down his bar towel and gestured for Sam to follow him into the back of the pub. Sam glanced over to see Gene, Ray and Chris all heavily into the evening’s drinking, not focused on him at all. Sam got up and followed Nelson.
Standing over the sink, eating a sandwich, was one of the prettiest men Sam had ever seen. The man smiled broadly at Sam before dropping the sandwich and striding forward to vigorously shake his hand. Make that devastatingly handsome.
“You must be Sam Tyler.”
American. Well at least he sounds American. “Yes, I’m Sam Tyler.” Smooth Sam. Really smooth.
“Captain Jack Harkness, at your complete service.”
Sam enjoyed the way Jack’s hand lingered too long in his. Up close that smile was lethal. I should be asking questions about all of this. Really I…Look at those… dimples.
Nelson coughed to gain their attention. “I wanted the two of you to meet, Sam. Jack here needs to keep a low profile. I was hoping he might be able to stay with you for a couple of days while I try to arrange a pick up for him…”
“I usually arrange my own pick ups” Jack interrupted.
“…but I’m having some trouble reaching the Doc… Jack’s friend.”
“I’m sure you could find somewhere to put me Sam.” Jack still hadn’t let go of Sam’s hand.
“Well, I’ve only got a small place…”
“I find that very hard to believe Sam…”
“But if you’re willing to squeeze in…”
“You can put me anywhere you want. You’ll find I’m very flexible.”
Jack’s thumb starting drawing small circles on Sam’s wrist. I’m supposed to say something…
“OK Nelson. If it’s only for a few days I’ll put him up.”
“If I only had a penny for every time I’ve heard that,” Jack murmured.
“C’mon we best leave while they’re drinking Jack, they're less likely to notice you. Who wouldn’t notice this man?
At the all clear from Nelson, Sam and Jack moved past the bar and headed for the door. Jack immediately threw a companionable arm across Sam’s shoulders, “accidentally” running his hand up over Sam’s arse in the process.
“Who’s your friend, Gladys?”
Bugger. Of course Gene would be standing right behind them. Sam hoped Gene had missed Jack’s hand on his arse but didn’t think it likely. Sam turned around, willing Jack’s persistent arm off of his shoulders without any luck. Gene was holding three empty pint glasses.
“You’re buying a round?”
Gene put the glasses down on the bar. “I believe I asked you a question Tyler.”
Jack finally dropped his arm from around Sam’s shoulders and stepped forward, turning the full force of his smile on Gene. “I do believe introductions are in order, Sam.”
“Captain Jack Harkness, this is DCI Gene Hunt, my boss.”
Sam was amazed to see Jack step forward and seize Gene’s hand between both of his own.
“Charmed, I’m sure. Sam has such lovely friends.”
Sam correctly read the lines rapidly appearing between Gene’s eyes and stepped forward.
“Jack’s an old friend from…”
Gene was staring down at where Jack still held his hand.
Think Sam, think! “From Hyde. He’s an old friend from Hyde.”
Gene took his hand back from Jack and gave him the once over, taking in Jack’s clothing.
“Period military costume? Interesting choice, Harkness. No one in Hyde’s heard a fashion then?”
Jack stared down at Gene’s feet. “Nice loafers. You do have big… feet, don’t you?”
Sam actually winced, waiting for the inevitable blows but nothing happened. Gene just looked from Jack to Sam and back again.
Thank God! Gene must have already had enough drinks to slow him down. “We’ll be leaving now Guv. See you tomorrow.”
Sam grabbed Jack by the arm, steering him out through the door, looking back over his shoulder to see Gene still standing there looking after them.
The walk home had proved interesting with Jack accidentally bumping in to him, walking too close and occasionally throwing that arm across his shoulders once again. It was a cold night and the extra warmth from Jack in his heavy wool coat was welcome. Yeah, it’s just the coat. Turned out that Jack smelled almost as good as he looked.
Back at Sam’s place the flirting had continued. Sam had asked if Jack would like a drink. Jack had asked for something long and smooth. On turning, Sam had found himself accidentally trapped between Jack’s arms as he’d moved in close to see if there was anything he could do to help. Jack had then managed to accidentally drag his fingers slowly across Sam’s flies while reaching to take the glass from him. Good enough.
“What in the hell are you doing Sam?”
“Undoing my belt.”
“I can see that.”
“Then why did you ask?”
“I meant why are you undoing your belt?”
“You’ve been flirting with me all night and…”
“That’s my thing I…”
“And you just propositioned me, right?”
“Yeah, but no one ever takes me up on it and…”
“Look I’m horny and I’m not getting any. Any. At. All. The girl who thinks she’s interested in me is all flirt and no action and Ge… the bloke I’m interested in doesn’t do blokes. I’m frustrated. I’m hard enough to cut glass. You’re available, apparently interested and prettier than any man has a right to be. You are interested right, Jack?”
“Yeah.”
“OK then. Are you going to take your clothes off or am I?”
“I am.”
Sam noticed that Jack’s self-assurance seemed to waiver as he shed his clothes, although for the life of him he couldn’t understand why. The more of Jack’s body that was revealed the happier Sam was. It just kept getting better and better. Beautiful smooth chest, tight abs and a heavy, semi-erect and beautifully formed cock. Hell yes! Sam finished shedding the last of his clothes and stepped forward, pulling Jack into a tight embrace. Turned out Jack was one hell of a kisser. Things are looking up in more ways than one. Jack increased the distance between their bodies just enough to slip one hand across Sam’s chest.
“Christ what are you doing Jack?”
“I thought people liked to have their nipples played with?”
“Played with yes. Twisted like radio controls? No!”
Jack’s hand flattened out to just pinch at Sam’s right nipple.
“Better Sam?”
“Much. Now com’ere.”
Sam wound his hand into Jack’s hair as Jack’s tongue delved further into his mouth in an expert fashion. Can’t wait to have that wrapped around my cock…
Sam backed up toward his bed, taking Jack with him. They both laughed as the few springs left in the bed squeaked in protest. Jack started slowly kissing his way down Sam’s chest toward where his body was signaling its keen interest. Sam’s cock was suddenly engulfed in hot wetness, that clever tongue sweeping around to… Oh fuck yes that’s…
“Fuck! What in the fuck are you doing Jack?”
“Biting you.”
“Another thing you’ve read?”
“Well yeah…”
“Make a note, Jack. The foreskin is not a chew toy. Have you ever actually done this before?”
“Of course I have lots of times.” It looks like he’s pouting. “Although mainly with alien species. The Nebulous people of Meerkat like it stuck in their ear and there were these clones on Polyander that liked…”
“Enough Jack. I’m human. D’you think you can bear that in mind?”
“I’ll bear anything you want me to Sam. Lie back”
Jack slipped his mouth back over Sam’s cock and sped up. Bliss! This might just work out and…
“Stop! For Christsake stop!”
“I thought you’d appreciate my flexibility Sammy. The way I can keep my mouth on your cock and yet put my cock…
“The arsehole is not self-lubricating Jack. And don’t call me Sammy. Ever! Look I don’t normally top, but in your case I’ll make an exception. Call it survival instinct. Pass me the lube from the top draw and I’ll try to explain a few things.”
With his usual timing and Sam’s lack of luck, Gene managed to burst through the door just as Sam was about to come, buried deep inside Jack’s kneeling form. Can’t stop! Not now!
“What in the buggering hell is going on here Tyler?”
Sam grunted as he came, staring at Gene over Jack’s shoulder.
“Christ, come to think of it, “buggering hell” pretty much sums it up, Guv!”
Author: Drayce
Characters: Sam/Jack. Yes... that Jack!
Rating: Brown Cortina
Warnings: Crack! Bad nob jokes.
Word Count: 1670
Note: I wouldn't really call this a crossover despite the appearance of Jack. This is just crack pure *cough* and simple. I wrote this on the return trip from England and want to blame high altitude, a head cold and jet lag for its production.
As usual, non-constructive criticism cheerfully tolerated. Points for creativity, but if you're going to mention anyone's mother please make it your own! :D
Sam’s day, like every bloody other day, was not going very well. Frustration and a raging hard-on had become his almost constant companions. And they wonder why I walk this way. First Annie had stopped him outside the pub, dragging him by the arm into the alley. He’d thought his luck was finally in, but she’d just wanted to warn him that Gene, “the right bastard,” was looking for him.
He’d made reassuring noises and after she’d left he’d made his way inside the pub only to be body slammed into the wall by the bastard in question. Never fails. Frustration turned to aching hardness and he’d had to hobble to the bar, faking more serious injury, in order to cover his condition. Several pints then sweet oblivion. Nelson had quietly pulled him a pint before leaning in closer.
“There’s someone I’d like you to meet, Sam, an old friend of mine.”
Sam was distracted, still feeling Gene’s hands where they’d grabbed his shoulders. Never anywhere lower unless shaped into a fist, although a fist would be fine if wrapped around….
“Sam? Are you listening to me?”
“Old friend. Yeah. Can’t really say I’m in the right frame of mind to be meeting old friends right now, Nelson.”
“Oh you’ll be interested in this one. He’s not from here either.”
“Not from Manchester?”
“Not from 1973.”
Sam’s head snapped up to lock eyes with Nelson as he stared at him in shock.
“Not like you Sam to be speechless. You should know I haven’t always run a pub… Well not on this planet anyway.”
Nelson put down his bar towel and gestured for Sam to follow him into the back of the pub. Sam glanced over to see Gene, Ray and Chris all heavily into the evening’s drinking, not focused on him at all. Sam got up and followed Nelson.
Standing over the sink, eating a sandwich, was one of the prettiest men Sam had ever seen. The man smiled broadly at Sam before dropping the sandwich and striding forward to vigorously shake his hand. Make that devastatingly handsome.
“You must be Sam Tyler.”
American. Well at least he sounds American. “Yes, I’m Sam Tyler.” Smooth Sam. Really smooth.
“Captain Jack Harkness, at your complete service.”
Sam enjoyed the way Jack’s hand lingered too long in his. Up close that smile was lethal. I should be asking questions about all of this. Really I…Look at those… dimples.
Nelson coughed to gain their attention. “I wanted the two of you to meet, Sam. Jack here needs to keep a low profile. I was hoping he might be able to stay with you for a couple of days while I try to arrange a pick up for him…”
“I usually arrange my own pick ups” Jack interrupted.
“…but I’m having some trouble reaching the Doc… Jack’s friend.”
“I’m sure you could find somewhere to put me Sam.” Jack still hadn’t let go of Sam’s hand.
“Well, I’ve only got a small place…”
“I find that very hard to believe Sam…”
“But if you’re willing to squeeze in…”
“You can put me anywhere you want. You’ll find I’m very flexible.”
Jack’s thumb starting drawing small circles on Sam’s wrist. I’m supposed to say something…
“OK Nelson. If it’s only for a few days I’ll put him up.”
“If I only had a penny for every time I’ve heard that,” Jack murmured.
“C’mon we best leave while they’re drinking Jack, they're less likely to notice you. Who wouldn’t notice this man?
At the all clear from Nelson, Sam and Jack moved past the bar and headed for the door. Jack immediately threw a companionable arm across Sam’s shoulders, “accidentally” running his hand up over Sam’s arse in the process.
“Who’s your friend, Gladys?”
Bugger. Of course Gene would be standing right behind them. Sam hoped Gene had missed Jack’s hand on his arse but didn’t think it likely. Sam turned around, willing Jack’s persistent arm off of his shoulders without any luck. Gene was holding three empty pint glasses.
“You’re buying a round?”
Gene put the glasses down on the bar. “I believe I asked you a question Tyler.”
Jack finally dropped his arm from around Sam’s shoulders and stepped forward, turning the full force of his smile on Gene. “I do believe introductions are in order, Sam.”
“Captain Jack Harkness, this is DCI Gene Hunt, my boss.”
Sam was amazed to see Jack step forward and seize Gene’s hand between both of his own.
“Charmed, I’m sure. Sam has such lovely friends.”
Sam correctly read the lines rapidly appearing between Gene’s eyes and stepped forward.
“Jack’s an old friend from…”
Gene was staring down at where Jack still held his hand.
Think Sam, think! “From Hyde. He’s an old friend from Hyde.”
Gene took his hand back from Jack and gave him the once over, taking in Jack’s clothing.
“Period military costume? Interesting choice, Harkness. No one in Hyde’s heard a fashion then?”
Jack stared down at Gene’s feet. “Nice loafers. You do have big… feet, don’t you?”
Sam actually winced, waiting for the inevitable blows but nothing happened. Gene just looked from Jack to Sam and back again.
Thank God! Gene must have already had enough drinks to slow him down. “We’ll be leaving now Guv. See you tomorrow.”
Sam grabbed Jack by the arm, steering him out through the door, looking back over his shoulder to see Gene still standing there looking after them.
The walk home had proved interesting with Jack accidentally bumping in to him, walking too close and occasionally throwing that arm across his shoulders once again. It was a cold night and the extra warmth from Jack in his heavy wool coat was welcome. Yeah, it’s just the coat. Turned out that Jack smelled almost as good as he looked.
Back at Sam’s place the flirting had continued. Sam had asked if Jack would like a drink. Jack had asked for something long and smooth. On turning, Sam had found himself accidentally trapped between Jack’s arms as he’d moved in close to see if there was anything he could do to help. Jack had then managed to accidentally drag his fingers slowly across Sam’s flies while reaching to take the glass from him. Good enough.
“What in the hell are you doing Sam?”
“Undoing my belt.”
“I can see that.”
“Then why did you ask?”
“I meant why are you undoing your belt?”
“You’ve been flirting with me all night and…”
“That’s my thing I…”
“And you just propositioned me, right?”
“Yeah, but no one ever takes me up on it and…”
“Look I’m horny and I’m not getting any. Any. At. All. The girl who thinks she’s interested in me is all flirt and no action and Ge… the bloke I’m interested in doesn’t do blokes. I’m frustrated. I’m hard enough to cut glass. You’re available, apparently interested and prettier than any man has a right to be. You are interested right, Jack?”
“Yeah.”
“OK then. Are you going to take your clothes off or am I?”
“I am.”
Sam noticed that Jack’s self-assurance seemed to waiver as he shed his clothes, although for the life of him he couldn’t understand why. The more of Jack’s body that was revealed the happier Sam was. It just kept getting better and better. Beautiful smooth chest, tight abs and a heavy, semi-erect and beautifully formed cock. Hell yes! Sam finished shedding the last of his clothes and stepped forward, pulling Jack into a tight embrace. Turned out Jack was one hell of a kisser. Things are looking up in more ways than one. Jack increased the distance between their bodies just enough to slip one hand across Sam’s chest.
“Christ what are you doing Jack?”
“I thought people liked to have their nipples played with?”
“Played with yes. Twisted like radio controls? No!”
Jack’s hand flattened out to just pinch at Sam’s right nipple.
“Better Sam?”
“Much. Now com’ere.”
Sam wound his hand into Jack’s hair as Jack’s tongue delved further into his mouth in an expert fashion. Can’t wait to have that wrapped around my cock…
Sam backed up toward his bed, taking Jack with him. They both laughed as the few springs left in the bed squeaked in protest. Jack started slowly kissing his way down Sam’s chest toward where his body was signaling its keen interest. Sam’s cock was suddenly engulfed in hot wetness, that clever tongue sweeping around to… Oh fuck yes that’s…
“Fuck! What in the fuck are you doing Jack?”
“Biting you.”
“Another thing you’ve read?”
“Well yeah…”
“Make a note, Jack. The foreskin is not a chew toy. Have you ever actually done this before?”
“Of course I have lots of times.” It looks like he’s pouting. “Although mainly with alien species. The Nebulous people of Meerkat like it stuck in their ear and there were these clones on Polyander that liked…”
“Enough Jack. I’m human. D’you think you can bear that in mind?”
“I’ll bear anything you want me to Sam. Lie back”
Jack slipped his mouth back over Sam’s cock and sped up. Bliss! This might just work out and…
“Stop! For Christsake stop!”
“I thought you’d appreciate my flexibility Sammy. The way I can keep my mouth on your cock and yet put my cock…
“The arsehole is not self-lubricating Jack. And don’t call me Sammy. Ever! Look I don’t normally top, but in your case I’ll make an exception. Call it survival instinct. Pass me the lube from the top draw and I’ll try to explain a few things.”
With his usual timing and Sam’s lack of luck, Gene managed to burst through the door just as Sam was about to come, buried deep inside Jack’s kneeling form. Can’t stop! Not now!
“What in the buggering hell is going on here Tyler?”
Sam grunted as he came, staring at Gene over Jack’s shoulder.
“Christ, come to think of it, “buggering hell” pretty much sums it up, Guv!”