Fanfic: DW/SPN Xover - The First Thanksgiving: Wednesday, 3 of 3 (Jack/Sam)
Title: The First Thanksgiving: Wednesday, 3 of 3
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Doctor Who/Supernatural Crossover
Characters: Captain Jack Harkness/Sam Winchester
Prompt: Jack/Sam requests over at The 'Captain Jack Sexes Everyone In Every Fandom Ever' Challenge created by sarkastic
Word Count: 3901 total words exactly.
Rating: NC-17 for language and sexuality.
Warnings/Spoilers: Crossover. Slightly AU. Slash. BDSM/Kink. Spanking. Graphic m/m sex. Smut. PWP. Potential for vague spoilers for the SPN "Pilot" and the last half of S1 for Doctor Who.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: Quietly mysterious college freshman meet dashing young Air Force captain … or something. The saga continues. Nearly plotless, mostly smut.
Author's Notes: This is the last part of the Wednesday story set. So, while, yes, there are more stories coming for the days that follow, I think you can read the Wednesday story set and still be pretty satisfied. It doesn't leave you hanging or anything. P.S. For those of you with pop-culture-oriented minds, I apologize in advance for … well, you'll see.
Wednesday (Day 1): 1 of 3 - 2 of 3 - 3 of 3
"Hey. It's okay. You just have to … think outside the box a little." His hand came up to cup Sam's face, thumb brushing over Sam's lips. "There are so many very pleasurable things to learn and do in the world."
"Yeah?" Sam's smile returned as he wagged his eyebrow suggestively. "Are you gonna teach me, Jack?"
Jack knew his smile was devilish and sexy as hell. "Well … we do have all weekend."
"We do?" Sam asked, with an air of curiosity and not-quite-surprise.
Jack pursed his lips, echoing the wag of Sam's eyebrow. "You have something better to do?"
"Something better than doing you? Hmm … probably not."
And you never will! "Well alright then." Jack's hand smoothed over Sam's hair as he brought their lips together, tongues gliding, and teeth nipping.
Sam pulled back a moment later. "I'm gonna be sticky in a minute."
"Again?" Jack snorted. "Come on lets grab a shower before bed."
* * *
The water was just hot enough as they climbed in, the curtain jangling closed with a swipe of his hand, and for a moment Jack forgot about needing to get clean, wanting to get off, and just relaxed into the warmth of the water.
Sam's hands at his waist brought him back to the present circumstances and he opened his eyes to look at the man in front of him.
"I think you're hogging the water." Sam joshed, smiling cheerfully.
Jack's arms wound around Sam's back, pulling them together, before turning to the side, so that they both stood halfway under the spray of the showerhead. "Now we're both half-hogging the water."
Jack recaptured Sam's lips, tasting him and the warm of the water raining down on them. It felt like he was drinking Sam down and he knew he wasn't, but he wanted to be. It hadn't even been that long since their earlier romp, but Sam was a virile lad of eighteen and Jack was sure he could be up for more fun several more times tonight … and tomorrow … and the next day … and even the day after that. Boy, do I love my life!
He deepened the kiss, stepping forward, which was more like leaning forward in the tight space of the shower and tub. Sam's back connected with the cool tile of the wall and he hissed, sucking in air, even as he continued to tongue over Jack's lips and taste the heat inside Jack's mouth.
Jack pulled back then, a hand on Sam's chest, and Sam groaned his disapproval at the fact that their lips were no longer occupied by each other. Jack felt the pull of Sam's desire and his eyes locked with Sam's as he slid his hand down Sam's chest, ever so slowly, until his fingers were tight around Sam's cock and Sam was moaning his need, his hips following the movements of Jack's hand.
Jack slid gracefully to his knees, which was tricky in a bathtub, but he managed quite well. He had plenty of practice. Pulling Sam's cock to his lips, he looked up at Sam, his tongue slipping over his lips to caress the head of Sam's cock. Sam stiffened and he thought Sam might come right then and there, just from that, just from watching him breathe over his cock, just from feeling his tongue swipe over his slit. It was unbearably hot to watch the boy come undone and Jack couldn't help but wonder how many different needy sexy sounds he could drag from Sam's mouth and in how many different ways.
He mouthed over Sam's head and shaft, his tongue continuing its work, as he sought to swallow down more and more of Sam's gorgeous cock. His own dick was aching, thinking about how the cock filling his mouth, almost to bursting, would feel inside him, with Sam pressed strong against him, riding into him hard, maybe a little rough. Jack moaned around Sam's cock and he heard Sam echo the moan over his head.
Bobbing expertly up and down on Sam's dick, Jack let his hands glide up Sam's thighs, massaging the tensing muscles, his fingers alternately pressing into and skimming over the thick cords of Sam's toned legs. Then Sam was thrusting up and into his mouth and Jack stilled his hips somewhat with a hand at the base of his abs. His other hand came up to brush over and massage Sam's sac, which tightened in his palm as he let his teeth graze over the whole length of Sam's shaft. And Sam bucked up and came with a shout, his hot seed shooting straight down Jack's throat in three salty bursts.
Jack slid his mouth, slowly, gently, off the gradually softening cock and looked up Sam's magnificent body, waiting for Sam to open the eyes he'd shut tight during his fall into boneless bliss. When Sam's breathing slowed, he gulped and opened his eyes again, looking down at Jack, who was still kneeling between his legs. His breath hitched, cock twitching, apparently just from seeing Jack like that, water falling over his shoulder, mouth slack from sucking his dick, eyes bright with hunger for more.
"You!" Sam said it like an accusation, but it came out more husky than accusatory.
Jack smirked, cocky. "Me." His tongue darted out to wet his lips and Sam made a low noise in the back of his throat.
"I think you can get up now." Sam definitely sounded like he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
Jack's expression faded to one of pure desire. "But you like me on my knees."
Sam groaned, threading his fingers through Jack's wet hair, and sighed with a mix of exasperation and longing. "Jack, I swear. You're trying to kill me with sex."
Jack reached out and shut off the water, but he hesitated before getting up from his knees. He looked up at Sam, knowing things could go a lot of different ways at this point, but wanting, no, needing to know if Sam could give him that little extra he craved.
"You can punish me if you want."
"Punish you?" His voice had become even huskier, deeper.
"Come on, Sam. You can't say you've never thought about it."
Sam angled his head a little to the side, considering, and pursed his lips with a lift of his eyebrows and shrug of his shoulders noncommittally. "Maybe."
"You ever had a chance to do it? Really do it? Like the way you dream about doing it?"
Sam shook his head, breath thready, as if his voice had forgotten how to work.
"I'd love to be your first, Sam." He smiled, not quite, but almost, shy. It wasn't that he was ashamed of any of his various … proclivities, but sometimes even he found it difficult to articulate these kinds of needs. Jack loved taking the lead during most games of attraction and it was very natural for him. But sometimes it was nice to let someone else take the lead. Especially if that someone had a streak of natural dominance himself. Someone hot and a little brawny. Someone like Sam.
He glanced down, then back up at Sam, and continued. "I've, uh … had experiences … in both roles. So … I can show you … how to use me … whatever way you'd like to." His voice was breathy and he thought he might just come from talking about this gorgeous beefy boy taking him in hand, using those huge hands to hold him down and use him like … fuck … like a whore … like a fucktoy … like a servant boy deserving of harsh discipline … like-
"Jack."
He opened eyes he didn't remember closing and looked away, shaking his head and laughing at himself. He had the real thing, right there, in front of him, and he was nearly creaming all over himself, breathing hard in fantasy land. Sam's hand in his hair pulled him back to face him and moved to his chin, tilting his head to look up at him again.
"You like to submit?"
"Oh, you've done some research, have you?"
"Answer the question." The immediate authority in Sam's voice and the forceful grip on his chin sent a shiver through him.
"Yeah."
"You want to submit to me?"
"If you can handle me."
"Okay, Jack." Sam's thumb brushed over Jack's lips. "Tell me more."
"Now?"
Sam's smile was all boyish charm again. "Yeah, but not here. Let's get dry first."
Jack nodded, grinning back at Sam, and they got out of the shower, drying off in relative silence.
It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, but as Jack rounded the corner into the main room of the suite, he couldn't help but wonder if this was going to end badly. Or maybe not so much end badly, but maybe just end in frustration and disappointment. Realistically, though, he wasn't that far from San Fran, in case he needed a professional to work out the real kinks later.
And, in truth, Sam seemed like he would be tons of fun even as a total newbie. He was somehow enthusiastic and serious at the same time, which said that he would try to have a good time with things, but would also try to learn from the experience. Jack knew it wasn't easy to find partners willing to engage in this kind of kinky play. So, he hoped to help open Sam's eyes to a whole new world of sexual stimulation. It was kind of his mission in life, beyond the regular boring junk that most people considered to be important life missions. Jack prided himself on expanding the sexual horizons of beings all around the universe and all throughout time. And he was damn good at his calling.
Sam came around the corner behind him and leaned up against the wall looking at the profile of Jack's body standing by the bed. The boy was probably thinking too hard. "You have limits?" Or maybe just enough.
"Hmm." Jack licked his lips, brow creasing in faux-thought. He might want to get out of his head for a minute with a bit of submissive fun, but he couldn't help being perpetually sexually provacative. It was just what it meant to be Captain Jack Harkness. He tilted his head, scanning his eyes slowly over every inch of Sam, and he decided he'd take damn near anything on offer from this sexy athletic type, all ripped muscles, intense eyes, and untamed hair. But, of course, he didn't say that. He just pursed his lips. "Everyone does."
Sam pushed off the wall, beginning to walk a slow circle around him. "You know, for a supposed submissive, you don't seem very respectful."
Jack scoffed. "You have to earn it." This was definitely looking like a topping from the bottom kind of situation, which wasn't what he'd wanted, but it still had plenty of potential for pleasure.
"Okay, Jack. How?"
"Well, for starters, I can only be as disrespectful as you allow me to be-"
"Sir."
"What?"
"You heard me, Jack. Use it. I may be learning, but I'm still in charge here. Address me with respect."
"Yes … sir." Yeah, that definitely made his cock throb.
"Go on."
"And, uh … if you really think I've been disrespectful … sir … you should punish me." It should seem odd that he could get so turned on by titles and orders in the bedroom, considering how fast he'd run from his military past when the opportunity arose. But, he'd largely given up trying to understand the workings of his hypersexed mind a damn long time ago.
Sam was standing behind him, then, speaking low over his bare shoulder and neck. "Punish you. Yeah, I think I will."
Jack's mind whirred, imagining the feel of sensual discipline at Sam's hands, and he held his breath a moment, exhaling with a shudder before offering up a kinky sexy suggestion. "Maybe … you could … give me a spanking … if you wanted. I can take a lot … I like to take a lot… so if you wanted … you could use your, uh … belt … on me."
Jack could feel Sam still behind him, the speed of his breath increasing, and he knew he'd been right to ask for this. Sam was a clearly a closet dom. He just needed a little nudge in the right direction.
"You have been pretty disrespectful, and before that … you were tease. I think that definitely warrants a good, hard spanking. Besides," Sam ran his hand down over Jack's right flank to give his ass a squeeze, "I bet you'd look even more fuckable if I heated this up a bit for you."
Jack's breath was shaky from the feel of Sam's hand on his ass and the kinky intent of Sam's voice. Then, he felt the fingers of Sam's other hand pressing into his back, as if to push him forward and down, bending him over the bed. But the pressure lessened for a moment and Sam asked a question that showed he really had done his kink-related homework.
"Do you have a …?" He stopped, seeming to search for a word on the tip of his tongue
"Safe word?"
"Yeah."
"I like the classics … sir. Yellow for caution. It means pause the play and we'll talk about it. Red for stop, as in stop everything and end the session. But I doubt I'll need either … sir."
It wasn't a judgment, well, maybe it was, but Jack really could handle a lot and, even if he wasn't sure that he wanted to get into any serious pain play with a novice, he was pretty sure that Sam wouldn't want to go to extremes while he was still learning. He just didn't seem like the kind of guy to storm into something new without getting his bearings first.
"I'm stronger than you think, Jack."
"I'm not making assumptions about your strength. I mean, I'm not blind. You have a pretty serious physique. But I can take a lot, and I know this is your first time. Besides, I'll be plenty obedient after a few smacks anyway. I want to be good for you … sir. I just want you to make me be good."
"Oh I'll make you be good for me, Jack. Don't you worry one little bit." Sam's hand was pressing into his back again, more insistent this time, and Jack bent forward until his chest was pressed into the folds of the bed's duvet cover, his ass in the air awaiting punishment.
Sam's fingers skimmed over his back, from his shoulder blades, down in stripes beside his spine, to the small of his back, and lower, to the rise of his ass. He could feel the glide of Sam's palm as it skated over his skin and he wondered what it would feel like to have the imprint of those massive hands, warm pink and stinging red, on his ass.
The first strike took him by surprise, though it wasn't hard, and his body jumped a little, his breath catching. Sam kept things at that level as for a few more smacks before running his hands all over Jack's slowly warming ass.
"You can go harder if you want … sir."
"Oh, don't worry, Jack. I'm just warming you up."
Then, Sam's hand stopped moving, his body shifting, and Jack mentally prepared for the fall of Sam's hand on his ass, tying to relax his muscles, but it didn't help much.
When Sam had said he was warming Jack up, he'd figured that Sam would build up the pain level pretty slowly, so he wasn't remotely ready for the stinging slaps that rained down on his ass. He moaned, his body torn between wanting to get away and wanting to lean into the rising heat of Sam's hand. And just as fast as they had started, the smacks stopped.
It felt like his ass must be radiating heat at this point and it ached but in the kind of way that just made Jack want a good pounding. His cock, trapped between his stomach and the bed needed friction, badly, and he couldn't help himself from rocking back and forth a bit on the bed, which earned him a heavier smack on the ass.
It wasn't a hand, though. It was Sam's belt. And it stung like a bitch.
The endorphins brought out by the cadence of Sam's belt on his ass were sending him up and out of himself and he couldn't tell if he wanted the spanking to stop or go on forever. The force of the belting peaked and he cried out, tears in his eyes. Then the intensity began to spiral downward until all he felt was gentle taps and then the glide of warm leather. His cock was so hard that he could feel it throbbing against his abs. He wanted Sam to fuck him so bad it was damn near killing him.
He felt the brush of Sam's hands over the too-sensitive skin of his very abused ass and he pushed back into those hands, despite the way the pressure made him shudder with pleasurepain. And he heard the rustle of Sam in the bedside drawer, a hmm, and the tearing of a foil wrapper. Then Sam was pressing at his entrance, slick with lube, but still going slow because there'd been no prep.
He could feel himself opening slowly, accommodating more and more of Sam's cock. When he felt the rub of Sam's skin on his ass and Sam stopped moving for a moment, he knew Sam was all the way inside him. He remembered the feel of Sam's cock in his hand alongside his own when they were fucking earlier, and the taste of it filling his mouth, but when it was all the way deep in his ass, it seemed to take up an impossible amount of space. Jack knew how kink tightened him up, how it left his body overexcited, but, still, it was like he'd never been so full of cock in his life.
And then Sam moved.
At first, it was a slow grind. out and in, as his muscles stretched around Sam's sliding cock. But then Sam's hands were on his hips, leveraging them for a steady rhythm of quick, deep thrusts that made Sam's body connect with his still tender ass. And it all reminded Jack, over and over again with a jolt, why it was that loved a good hard fucking after a good hard spanking.
He didn't even try to stop the stream of moans and mmmyeah's slipping over his lips as Sam fucked him deep and hard and fast, his own cock rubbing, rough, into the folds of the bed sheets.
"Push up a bit and put your hand on your dick."
Sam pulled back the pace a bit, leaning back a little and angling into him just … "Mmmm fuck."
Ever the dom, Sam pulled almost entirely out of Jack, then, and reminded him of his earlier order, even as they both struggled to breathe through the near-tangible force of desire between them. "I want you to stroke yourself while I fuck you. Now."
Hearing the no-discussion tone of Sam's voice, a tremor of want ran through Jack and he pushed up, one arm balancing him on the bed, as he wrapped his hand around his cock and began jacking himself off. His hips were rocking back and forth with the movement of his hand and Sam pushed back into him to the hilt, Jack's rhythm stuttering as his back bowed and he moaned low.
Sam's grip tightened on his hips, pressing fingers almost deep enough to bruise, but Jack had absolutely no problems with lasting evidence of a good fuck. And this was a damn good fuck. He loved the shift and glide of Sam's cock in his ass and he loved knowing how hot it made Sam for him to submit to him like this, for him to fuck his own hand on Sam's order alone.
When he felt Sam brush over his hot spot again and again with the precision of someone who was clearly not a novice, he had to wonder if Sam wanted him to wait to come, wait to be allowed to come. Because, fuck, he could feel the tremors in his body building towards a fucking earthquake-like orgasm.
"Oh fuck. So close, so fucking close. Jack it harder. Come with me, Jack. Fucking come with me."
Jack thought hell yes and gripped his dick tighter, fingers gliding up and down faster, slipping up over the head and all the way back down again. He could hear Sam's breath shift to long loud exhales as he thrust into him again and again. And fuck pleasure was ripping up through him, his come spurting hot over his hand onto the bed with grunts from the back of his throat. Then Sam was following suit, slamming into him one last time with a groan that shook them both.
Exhaling loud, then softer, Sam slid out of him, slowly, and stumbled over toss the condom out. Jack just crawled up onto the bed, too blissfully exhausted to care about either them or the bed being sticky in the morning.
He rolled over to turn out the bedside lamp and glanced at the clock. It was nearly 2am, but it didn't matter, because neither of them had any plans for the day. Well, excluding lots and lots of hot kinky sex, but that didn't really come with any particular schedule, so he didn't need to set the alarm or anything. The time did remind him of something else, though, and, feeling the dip in the bed as Sam climbed in, Jack turned and pulled Sam into his arms. His lips latched onto Sam's, their tongues playing and warring together, in a kiss that left them both reeling, their breaths coming in pants.
Jack didn't know of any Thanksgiving traditions involving kissing, but he figured there would be no harm in inventing one. Especially if that meant he'd be able to count on getting kisses like that all day on some random Thursday in late November.
When they were both breathing easier, Sam laughed, curious. "What was that for? Don't get me wrong, it was great, just … a little unexpected."
"Happy Thanksgiving, Sam."
Jack couldn't see his face through the shadows in the room, but it like felt something serious hung in Sam's momentary stillness, something like the bits of sadness he'd noticed earlier. But, in an instant, it was gone again and Sam was leaning in for another kiss, making mmmm noises against his lips before pulling back again.
"You know, Jack, you're pretty tasty."
"Funny, you are too."
"What d'ya say we stay in today and just feast on each other."
"Mmmm." Jack kissed Sam softly again. "Sounds like a good Thanksgiving to me."
He threw an arm over Sam's body and snuggled in close, feeling Sam mumble drowsily against his lips. "A very good Thanksgiving … after sleep of course."
"Of course." And Jack could feel Sam smile and relax into his embrace as they both drifted off to sleep.
Wednesday (Day 1): 1 of 3 - 2 of 3 - 3 of 3
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Doctor Who/Supernatural Crossover
Characters: Captain Jack Harkness/Sam Winchester
Prompt: Jack/Sam requests over at The 'Captain Jack Sexes Everyone In Every Fandom Ever' Challenge created by sarkastic
Word Count: 3901 total words exactly.
Rating: NC-17 for language and sexuality.
Warnings/Spoilers: Crossover. Slightly AU. Slash. BDSM/Kink. Spanking. Graphic m/m sex. Smut. PWP. Potential for vague spoilers for the SPN "Pilot" and the last half of S1 for Doctor Who.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: Quietly mysterious college freshman meet dashing young Air Force captain … or something. The saga continues. Nearly plotless, mostly smut.
Author's Notes: This is the last part of the Wednesday story set. So, while, yes, there are more stories coming for the days that follow, I think you can read the Wednesday story set and still be pretty satisfied. It doesn't leave you hanging or anything. P.S. For those of you with pop-culture-oriented minds, I apologize in advance for … well, you'll see.
Wednesday (Day 1): 1 of 3 - 2 of 3 - 3 of 3
"Hey. It's okay. You just have to … think outside the box a little." His hand came up to cup Sam's face, thumb brushing over Sam's lips. "There are so many very pleasurable things to learn and do in the world."
"Yeah?" Sam's smile returned as he wagged his eyebrow suggestively. "Are you gonna teach me, Jack?"
Jack knew his smile was devilish and sexy as hell. "Well … we do have all weekend."
"We do?" Sam asked, with an air of curiosity and not-quite-surprise.
Jack pursed his lips, echoing the wag of Sam's eyebrow. "You have something better to do?"
"Something better than doing you? Hmm … probably not."
And you never will! "Well alright then." Jack's hand smoothed over Sam's hair as he brought their lips together, tongues gliding, and teeth nipping.
Sam pulled back a moment later. "I'm gonna be sticky in a minute."
"Again?" Jack snorted. "Come on lets grab a shower before bed."
* * *
The water was just hot enough as they climbed in, the curtain jangling closed with a swipe of his hand, and for a moment Jack forgot about needing to get clean, wanting to get off, and just relaxed into the warmth of the water.
Sam's hands at his waist brought him back to the present circumstances and he opened his eyes to look at the man in front of him.
"I think you're hogging the water." Sam joshed, smiling cheerfully.
Jack's arms wound around Sam's back, pulling them together, before turning to the side, so that they both stood halfway under the spray of the showerhead. "Now we're both half-hogging the water."
Jack recaptured Sam's lips, tasting him and the warm of the water raining down on them. It felt like he was drinking Sam down and he knew he wasn't, but he wanted to be. It hadn't even been that long since their earlier romp, but Sam was a virile lad of eighteen and Jack was sure he could be up for more fun several more times tonight … and tomorrow … and the next day … and even the day after that. Boy, do I love my life!
He deepened the kiss, stepping forward, which was more like leaning forward in the tight space of the shower and tub. Sam's back connected with the cool tile of the wall and he hissed, sucking in air, even as he continued to tongue over Jack's lips and taste the heat inside Jack's mouth.
Jack pulled back then, a hand on Sam's chest, and Sam groaned his disapproval at the fact that their lips were no longer occupied by each other. Jack felt the pull of Sam's desire and his eyes locked with Sam's as he slid his hand down Sam's chest, ever so slowly, until his fingers were tight around Sam's cock and Sam was moaning his need, his hips following the movements of Jack's hand.
Jack slid gracefully to his knees, which was tricky in a bathtub, but he managed quite well. He had plenty of practice. Pulling Sam's cock to his lips, he looked up at Sam, his tongue slipping over his lips to caress the head of Sam's cock. Sam stiffened and he thought Sam might come right then and there, just from that, just from watching him breathe over his cock, just from feeling his tongue swipe over his slit. It was unbearably hot to watch the boy come undone and Jack couldn't help but wonder how many different needy sexy sounds he could drag from Sam's mouth and in how many different ways.
He mouthed over Sam's head and shaft, his tongue continuing its work, as he sought to swallow down more and more of Sam's gorgeous cock. His own dick was aching, thinking about how the cock filling his mouth, almost to bursting, would feel inside him, with Sam pressed strong against him, riding into him hard, maybe a little rough. Jack moaned around Sam's cock and he heard Sam echo the moan over his head.
Bobbing expertly up and down on Sam's dick, Jack let his hands glide up Sam's thighs, massaging the tensing muscles, his fingers alternately pressing into and skimming over the thick cords of Sam's toned legs. Then Sam was thrusting up and into his mouth and Jack stilled his hips somewhat with a hand at the base of his abs. His other hand came up to brush over and massage Sam's sac, which tightened in his palm as he let his teeth graze over the whole length of Sam's shaft. And Sam bucked up and came with a shout, his hot seed shooting straight down Jack's throat in three salty bursts.
Jack slid his mouth, slowly, gently, off the gradually softening cock and looked up Sam's magnificent body, waiting for Sam to open the eyes he'd shut tight during his fall into boneless bliss. When Sam's breathing slowed, he gulped and opened his eyes again, looking down at Jack, who was still kneeling between his legs. His breath hitched, cock twitching, apparently just from seeing Jack like that, water falling over his shoulder, mouth slack from sucking his dick, eyes bright with hunger for more.
"You!" Sam said it like an accusation, but it came out more husky than accusatory.
Jack smirked, cocky. "Me." His tongue darted out to wet his lips and Sam made a low noise in the back of his throat.
"I think you can get up now." Sam definitely sounded like he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
Jack's expression faded to one of pure desire. "But you like me on my knees."
Sam groaned, threading his fingers through Jack's wet hair, and sighed with a mix of exasperation and longing. "Jack, I swear. You're trying to kill me with sex."
Jack reached out and shut off the water, but he hesitated before getting up from his knees. He looked up at Sam, knowing things could go a lot of different ways at this point, but wanting, no, needing to know if Sam could give him that little extra he craved.
"You can punish me if you want."
"Punish you?" His voice had become even huskier, deeper.
"Come on, Sam. You can't say you've never thought about it."
Sam angled his head a little to the side, considering, and pursed his lips with a lift of his eyebrows and shrug of his shoulders noncommittally. "Maybe."
"You ever had a chance to do it? Really do it? Like the way you dream about doing it?"
Sam shook his head, breath thready, as if his voice had forgotten how to work.
"I'd love to be your first, Sam." He smiled, not quite, but almost, shy. It wasn't that he was ashamed of any of his various … proclivities, but sometimes even he found it difficult to articulate these kinds of needs. Jack loved taking the lead during most games of attraction and it was very natural for him. But sometimes it was nice to let someone else take the lead. Especially if that someone had a streak of natural dominance himself. Someone hot and a little brawny. Someone like Sam.
He glanced down, then back up at Sam, and continued. "I've, uh … had experiences … in both roles. So … I can show you … how to use me … whatever way you'd like to." His voice was breathy and he thought he might just come from talking about this gorgeous beefy boy taking him in hand, using those huge hands to hold him down and use him like … fuck … like a whore … like a fucktoy … like a servant boy deserving of harsh discipline … like-
"Jack."
He opened eyes he didn't remember closing and looked away, shaking his head and laughing at himself. He had the real thing, right there, in front of him, and he was nearly creaming all over himself, breathing hard in fantasy land. Sam's hand in his hair pulled him back to face him and moved to his chin, tilting his head to look up at him again.
"You like to submit?"
"Oh, you've done some research, have you?"
"Answer the question." The immediate authority in Sam's voice and the forceful grip on his chin sent a shiver through him.
"Yeah."
"You want to submit to me?"
"If you can handle me."
"Okay, Jack." Sam's thumb brushed over Jack's lips. "Tell me more."
"Now?"
Sam's smile was all boyish charm again. "Yeah, but not here. Let's get dry first."
Jack nodded, grinning back at Sam, and they got out of the shower, drying off in relative silence.
It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, but as Jack rounded the corner into the main room of the suite, he couldn't help but wonder if this was going to end badly. Or maybe not so much end badly, but maybe just end in frustration and disappointment. Realistically, though, he wasn't that far from San Fran, in case he needed a professional to work out the real kinks later.
And, in truth, Sam seemed like he would be tons of fun even as a total newbie. He was somehow enthusiastic and serious at the same time, which said that he would try to have a good time with things, but would also try to learn from the experience. Jack knew it wasn't easy to find partners willing to engage in this kind of kinky play. So, he hoped to help open Sam's eyes to a whole new world of sexual stimulation. It was kind of his mission in life, beyond the regular boring junk that most people considered to be important life missions. Jack prided himself on expanding the sexual horizons of beings all around the universe and all throughout time. And he was damn good at his calling.
Sam came around the corner behind him and leaned up against the wall looking at the profile of Jack's body standing by the bed. The boy was probably thinking too hard. "You have limits?" Or maybe just enough.
"Hmm." Jack licked his lips, brow creasing in faux-thought. He might want to get out of his head for a minute with a bit of submissive fun, but he couldn't help being perpetually sexually provacative. It was just what it meant to be Captain Jack Harkness. He tilted his head, scanning his eyes slowly over every inch of Sam, and he decided he'd take damn near anything on offer from this sexy athletic type, all ripped muscles, intense eyes, and untamed hair. But, of course, he didn't say that. He just pursed his lips. "Everyone does."
Sam pushed off the wall, beginning to walk a slow circle around him. "You know, for a supposed submissive, you don't seem very respectful."
Jack scoffed. "You have to earn it." This was definitely looking like a topping from the bottom kind of situation, which wasn't what he'd wanted, but it still had plenty of potential for pleasure.
"Okay, Jack. How?"
"Well, for starters, I can only be as disrespectful as you allow me to be-"
"Sir."
"What?"
"You heard me, Jack. Use it. I may be learning, but I'm still in charge here. Address me with respect."
"Yes … sir." Yeah, that definitely made his cock throb.
"Go on."
"And, uh … if you really think I've been disrespectful … sir … you should punish me." It should seem odd that he could get so turned on by titles and orders in the bedroom, considering how fast he'd run from his military past when the opportunity arose. But, he'd largely given up trying to understand the workings of his hypersexed mind a damn long time ago.
Sam was standing behind him, then, speaking low over his bare shoulder and neck. "Punish you. Yeah, I think I will."
Jack's mind whirred, imagining the feel of sensual discipline at Sam's hands, and he held his breath a moment, exhaling with a shudder before offering up a kinky sexy suggestion. "Maybe … you could … give me a spanking … if you wanted. I can take a lot … I like to take a lot… so if you wanted … you could use your, uh … belt … on me."
Jack could feel Sam still behind him, the speed of his breath increasing, and he knew he'd been right to ask for this. Sam was a clearly a closet dom. He just needed a little nudge in the right direction.
"You have been pretty disrespectful, and before that … you were tease. I think that definitely warrants a good, hard spanking. Besides," Sam ran his hand down over Jack's right flank to give his ass a squeeze, "I bet you'd look even more fuckable if I heated this up a bit for you."
Jack's breath was shaky from the feel of Sam's hand on his ass and the kinky intent of Sam's voice. Then, he felt the fingers of Sam's other hand pressing into his back, as if to push him forward and down, bending him over the bed. But the pressure lessened for a moment and Sam asked a question that showed he really had done his kink-related homework.
"Do you have a …?" He stopped, seeming to search for a word on the tip of his tongue
"Safe word?"
"Yeah."
"I like the classics … sir. Yellow for caution. It means pause the play and we'll talk about it. Red for stop, as in stop everything and end the session. But I doubt I'll need either … sir."
It wasn't a judgment, well, maybe it was, but Jack really could handle a lot and, even if he wasn't sure that he wanted to get into any serious pain play with a novice, he was pretty sure that Sam wouldn't want to go to extremes while he was still learning. He just didn't seem like the kind of guy to storm into something new without getting his bearings first.
"I'm stronger than you think, Jack."
"I'm not making assumptions about your strength. I mean, I'm not blind. You have a pretty serious physique. But I can take a lot, and I know this is your first time. Besides, I'll be plenty obedient after a few smacks anyway. I want to be good for you … sir. I just want you to make me be good."
"Oh I'll make you be good for me, Jack. Don't you worry one little bit." Sam's hand was pressing into his back again, more insistent this time, and Jack bent forward until his chest was pressed into the folds of the bed's duvet cover, his ass in the air awaiting punishment.
Sam's fingers skimmed over his back, from his shoulder blades, down in stripes beside his spine, to the small of his back, and lower, to the rise of his ass. He could feel the glide of Sam's palm as it skated over his skin and he wondered what it would feel like to have the imprint of those massive hands, warm pink and stinging red, on his ass.
The first strike took him by surprise, though it wasn't hard, and his body jumped a little, his breath catching. Sam kept things at that level as for a few more smacks before running his hands all over Jack's slowly warming ass.
"You can go harder if you want … sir."
"Oh, don't worry, Jack. I'm just warming you up."
Then, Sam's hand stopped moving, his body shifting, and Jack mentally prepared for the fall of Sam's hand on his ass, tying to relax his muscles, but it didn't help much.
When Sam had said he was warming Jack up, he'd figured that Sam would build up the pain level pretty slowly, so he wasn't remotely ready for the stinging slaps that rained down on his ass. He moaned, his body torn between wanting to get away and wanting to lean into the rising heat of Sam's hand. And just as fast as they had started, the smacks stopped.
It felt like his ass must be radiating heat at this point and it ached but in the kind of way that just made Jack want a good pounding. His cock, trapped between his stomach and the bed needed friction, badly, and he couldn't help himself from rocking back and forth a bit on the bed, which earned him a heavier smack on the ass.
It wasn't a hand, though. It was Sam's belt. And it stung like a bitch.
The endorphins brought out by the cadence of Sam's belt on his ass were sending him up and out of himself and he couldn't tell if he wanted the spanking to stop or go on forever. The force of the belting peaked and he cried out, tears in his eyes. Then the intensity began to spiral downward until all he felt was gentle taps and then the glide of warm leather. His cock was so hard that he could feel it throbbing against his abs. He wanted Sam to fuck him so bad it was damn near killing him.
He felt the brush of Sam's hands over the too-sensitive skin of his very abused ass and he pushed back into those hands, despite the way the pressure made him shudder with pleasurepain. And he heard the rustle of Sam in the bedside drawer, a hmm, and the tearing of a foil wrapper. Then Sam was pressing at his entrance, slick with lube, but still going slow because there'd been no prep.
He could feel himself opening slowly, accommodating more and more of Sam's cock. When he felt the rub of Sam's skin on his ass and Sam stopped moving for a moment, he knew Sam was all the way inside him. He remembered the feel of Sam's cock in his hand alongside his own when they were fucking earlier, and the taste of it filling his mouth, but when it was all the way deep in his ass, it seemed to take up an impossible amount of space. Jack knew how kink tightened him up, how it left his body overexcited, but, still, it was like he'd never been so full of cock in his life.
And then Sam moved.
At first, it was a slow grind. out and in, as his muscles stretched around Sam's sliding cock. But then Sam's hands were on his hips, leveraging them for a steady rhythm of quick, deep thrusts that made Sam's body connect with his still tender ass. And it all reminded Jack, over and over again with a jolt, why it was that loved a good hard fucking after a good hard spanking.
He didn't even try to stop the stream of moans and mmmyeah's slipping over his lips as Sam fucked him deep and hard and fast, his own cock rubbing, rough, into the folds of the bed sheets.
"Push up a bit and put your hand on your dick."
Sam pulled back the pace a bit, leaning back a little and angling into him just … "Mmmm fuck."
Ever the dom, Sam pulled almost entirely out of Jack, then, and reminded him of his earlier order, even as they both struggled to breathe through the near-tangible force of desire between them. "I want you to stroke yourself while I fuck you. Now."
Hearing the no-discussion tone of Sam's voice, a tremor of want ran through Jack and he pushed up, one arm balancing him on the bed, as he wrapped his hand around his cock and began jacking himself off. His hips were rocking back and forth with the movement of his hand and Sam pushed back into him to the hilt, Jack's rhythm stuttering as his back bowed and he moaned low.
Sam's grip tightened on his hips, pressing fingers almost deep enough to bruise, but Jack had absolutely no problems with lasting evidence of a good fuck. And this was a damn good fuck. He loved the shift and glide of Sam's cock in his ass and he loved knowing how hot it made Sam for him to submit to him like this, for him to fuck his own hand on Sam's order alone.
When he felt Sam brush over his hot spot again and again with the precision of someone who was clearly not a novice, he had to wonder if Sam wanted him to wait to come, wait to be allowed to come. Because, fuck, he could feel the tremors in his body building towards a fucking earthquake-like orgasm.
"Oh fuck. So close, so fucking close. Jack it harder. Come with me, Jack. Fucking come with me."
Jack thought hell yes and gripped his dick tighter, fingers gliding up and down faster, slipping up over the head and all the way back down again. He could hear Sam's breath shift to long loud exhales as he thrust into him again and again. And fuck pleasure was ripping up through him, his come spurting hot over his hand onto the bed with grunts from the back of his throat. Then Sam was following suit, slamming into him one last time with a groan that shook them both.
Exhaling loud, then softer, Sam slid out of him, slowly, and stumbled over toss the condom out. Jack just crawled up onto the bed, too blissfully exhausted to care about either them or the bed being sticky in the morning.
He rolled over to turn out the bedside lamp and glanced at the clock. It was nearly 2am, but it didn't matter, because neither of them had any plans for the day. Well, excluding lots and lots of hot kinky sex, but that didn't really come with any particular schedule, so he didn't need to set the alarm or anything. The time did remind him of something else, though, and, feeling the dip in the bed as Sam climbed in, Jack turned and pulled Sam into his arms. His lips latched onto Sam's, their tongues playing and warring together, in a kiss that left them both reeling, their breaths coming in pants.
Jack didn't know of any Thanksgiving traditions involving kissing, but he figured there would be no harm in inventing one. Especially if that meant he'd be able to count on getting kisses like that all day on some random Thursday in late November.
When they were both breathing easier, Sam laughed, curious. "What was that for? Don't get me wrong, it was great, just … a little unexpected."
"Happy Thanksgiving, Sam."
Jack couldn't see his face through the shadows in the room, but it like felt something serious hung in Sam's momentary stillness, something like the bits of sadness he'd noticed earlier. But, in an instant, it was gone again and Sam was leaning in for another kiss, making mmmm noises against his lips before pulling back again.
"You know, Jack, you're pretty tasty."
"Funny, you are too."
"What d'ya say we stay in today and just feast on each other."
"Mmmm." Jack kissed Sam softly again. "Sounds like a good Thanksgiving to me."
He threw an arm over Sam's body and snuggled in close, feeling Sam mumble drowsily against his lips. "A very good Thanksgiving … after sleep of course."
"Of course." And Jack could feel Sam smile and relax into his embrace as they both drifted off to sleep.
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