FICLET: Clean - Jack/James Rated NC-17
Title: Clean
Pairing: Jack/James
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jack heads home after confronting James about all he knows
Disclaimer: the LOST boys aren't mine...damn it. Takes place right after foxxcub's Milieu.
A/N: I bow before my J/J betameister, foxxcub, who made me write this with her pretteh, pretteh angst, and dedicate this to she whom started this whole mess of LOST fandom that is me, rogueapprentice. I bow to them and kiss their tootsies and love them muchly. :P
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Standing under the shower head, he prays the ice cold water will either kill him or cleanse him. It stings, it burns, it cuts into his back and shoulders the way James' fingers did when they were locked together out on the grass...
Jack turns his face up into the spray, letting his mouth fill with the ice water pounding down on him before turning his head to the side and spitting it out.
He'd been home for an hour, and the hot water ran out a long time ago. Better to stick with the cold, anyway...every time his erection started to fade, a memory would rise, unbidden, and he'd be hard again. The taste of his skin...the sound of his voice, growling, vibrating against him as he came...the feel of his strong, slightly rough fingers around his cock...
Jack hated himself for running his hand over his chest and down his stomach, imagining it was those same fingers exploring his wet skin. What would it be like to have James here right now? If he closed his eyes, he could almost see him under the shower head, wet hair slicked back from his face as he sank to his knees in front of him...
Jack's hand was wrapped around his own dick before he realized what he was doing...trying to match that grip, duplicate the feel of James' fingers squeezing him, stroking him before he bent his head and wrapped his lips around Jack's cock, tongue sliding over the length of him...
Then for a moment it was real. For one split second, the aching, hollow loneliness in Jack's chest went away. He could open his eyes and it would be him down there, on his knees, sucking him off...looking up at Jack with that self-confident smirk that always got the best of him.
He threw his head back and growled James' name as he came in his own hand.
And as the ice cold water pelted his back like razor blades, he knew the water would never make him clean...and he knew nobody but James was ever going to be able to kill him.
Not like this.
Pairing: Jack/James
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jack heads home after confronting James about all he knows
Disclaimer: the LOST boys aren't mine...damn it. Takes place right after foxxcub's Milieu.
A/N: I bow before my J/J betameister, foxxcub, who made me write this with her pretteh, pretteh angst, and dedicate this to she whom started this whole mess of LOST fandom that is me, rogueapprentice. I bow to them and kiss their tootsies and love them muchly. :P
* * * * *
Standing under the shower head, he prays the ice cold water will either kill him or cleanse him. It stings, it burns, it cuts into his back and shoulders the way James' fingers did when they were locked together out on the grass...
Jack turns his face up into the spray, letting his mouth fill with the ice water pounding down on him before turning his head to the side and spitting it out.
He'd been home for an hour, and the hot water ran out a long time ago. Better to stick with the cold, anyway...every time his erection started to fade, a memory would rise, unbidden, and he'd be hard again. The taste of his skin...the sound of his voice, growling, vibrating against him as he came...the feel of his strong, slightly rough fingers around his cock...
Jack hated himself for running his hand over his chest and down his stomach, imagining it was those same fingers exploring his wet skin. What would it be like to have James here right now? If he closed his eyes, he could almost see him under the shower head, wet hair slicked back from his face as he sank to his knees in front of him...
Jack's hand was wrapped around his own dick before he realized what he was doing...trying to match that grip, duplicate the feel of James' fingers squeezing him, stroking him before he bent his head and wrapped his lips around Jack's cock, tongue sliding over the length of him...
Then for a moment it was real. For one split second, the aching, hollow loneliness in Jack's chest went away. He could open his eyes and it would be him down there, on his knees, sucking him off...looking up at Jack with that self-confident smirk that always got the best of him.
He threw his head back and growled James' name as he came in his own hand.
And as the ice cold water pelted his back like razor blades, he knew the water would never make him clean...and he knew nobody but James was ever going to be able to kill him.
Not like this.