forcryinoutloud (forcryinoutloud) wrote in marshal_science, @ 2007-08-06 22:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | fanfic, first time, humor, jack/nathan, pwp - plot what plot, rating: nc17 |
Compatibility
Title: Compatibility
Author: forcryinoutloud
Pairing: Jack/Nathan
Category: Absolute PWP
Rating: NC17
Summary: Apparently the scientist that had been running the experiment had thought that creating some type of compatibility machine was just what Eureka needed.
Notes: Many thanks to eviljr for betaing this for me! :)
“Why are you even here?” Jack quipped, pushing his way past the rusted door into the dark recesses of the warehouse. The alarm came in a half an hour ago and when Carter had arrived at the warehouse Stark was waiting for him.
“This is Global Dynamics property,” Nathan replied easily, following Jack inside. “I’m here to make sure you don’t touch anything.”
“I’m getting so sick of…” Jack’s voice trailed off as he came to a halt, eyes wide. Pursing his lips and whistling softly, he let his eyes roam over the large cylindrical machine in the center of the room. The building from the outside looked run down, abandoned, but this room… “What is it?”
Nathan Stark moved to stand beside Carter, his eyebrows furrowed. “I’m not sure.”
“What do you mean you’re not sure?” Jack asked, turning his eyes to the profile of the man beside him. “You run the company don’t you? Shouldn’t you know what this…” he waved a hand towards the machine, “…is?”
Nathan smirked, tilting his head to the side, keeping silent as he took a step closer to the machine.
“Whoa, hey should you be touching it—whatever it is—?”
“Nervous Sheriff?” Nathan grinned over his shoulder, stepping up to a darkened console.
“No,” Jack said sullenly, eyes narrowed at Stark. He turned his eyes to the machine again, moving carefully to Nathan’s side. “Maybe you should call in some of your Global Dynamics geeks to check this out.”
Stark frowned down at the console, reached out and pressed a button, much to Jack’s annoyance, frowning even more when nothing happened. “I think the mainframe is dead. I won’t be able to access any files on what this experiment is, or rather was, without power.”
“So what set the alarm off?” Carter asked, crossing his arms and meeting Stark’s gaze.
“I’ll have a team check things out.” Placing a hand on Jack’s shoulder and turning him towards the exit, Stark smiled. “Thank you for your help, Sheriff. It’s always a pleasure…but I can take it from here.”
A high pitched whine from behind them had Jack spinning on his heel, pushing Stark to the ground and shielding him. The whine got louder and Jack could feel his own heart beating out a tattoo in time with Stark’s. Typical day in Eureka—come to work, wait for the world to end.
When the whining ended with a less than Earth shattering pop and fizzle, Jack had to admit he felt a little silly for his over-reaction. Rolling off of Stark and to his feet, Jack held out a hand, a self-deprecating smile on his face. “Sorry.”
Nathan grabbed Jack’s hand, letting Carter help him to his feet and dusting himself off once he was standing again, a small smile playing on his lips. “Very heroic,” Stark winked, enjoying the slight flush that colored Carter’s face.
And then there was a blinding flash.
Jack was the first to come to, blinking rapidly before groaning and throwing a hand over his face. Taking a second to mentally check himself for injuries, he moaned in pain rolling to his side. He felt like he’d been hit by a fucking truck. Opening his eyes half way he could see Stark unconscious beside him. Pushing onto hands and knees he crawled the few feet closer to the unmoving man, hand seeking out a pulse, sighing in relief when he found one. “Stark,” Jack called hoarsely, clearing his throat before trying again. “Stark!”
Nathan sat bolt upright, eyes wide for approximately three seconds before his body recognized the pain of whatever had happened to them and the sting of the brightly lit room. “What the hell happened?” he ground out between clenched teeth, eyes scrunched shut.
“Guess there was still a little juice left in your gizmo after all,” Jack muttered. With a bone weary groan he pushed himself to his feet again, once more offering a hand up to Stark.
When their hands connected, Jack gasped, eyes fluttering closed as his whole body felt like a livewire, his skin prickling everywhere; images flashed through his mind, leaving him panting and hard. Images of skin against slick skin, each movement slow and mind-numbingly erotic. In the back of his mind he could hear Stark’s own harsh panting, could feel the sweaty skin of his palm, the near death-like grip of his hand in Jack’s.
And then it was gone.
Jack opened his eyes, finding green ones, pupils blown, staring back at him. He swallowed, pulling his hand carefully from Stark’s before taking a step back. “Uh…” he shook his head, intensely aware of the erection now tenting his khaki’s, painfully aware that the images he’d seen were of himself and Stark. “That was…weird.”
Stark stood stiffly, and Jack most definitely did not stare at the man’s crotch, clearing his throat. “Perhaps we should…” Jack was nodding before Nathan had even had the chance to finish, desperate to get out of the building before something else freaky happened. More importantly he was desperate to get away from Stark.
“Right, right…uh—I’m just going to…” Jack hooked a thumbed over his shoulder, doing a quick about face and hurrying towards the exit, ignoring the hasty footsteps of the man behind him. Tossing a careless wave in Nathan’s direction, he climbed into his rig and threw it into gear, kicking up dust as he sped back down the long dirt drive that led to the forest hidden warehouse.
By the time he’d managed to get back to the police station his erection had died. He figured it might have had something to do with the hysterical panic he was in the whole way back.
Jo was molesting one of her weapons when he walked in, giving him barely more than a glance and nod of her head before going back to cleaning the gun. He was actually happy for once that his partner was so obsessed with her arsenal. Usually it just kind of freaked him out. Today though he was thankful for any distraction that would stop her from asking… “So how did things go at the warehouse?”
Jack bit his lip for a moment, pasting a false smile on his face as he slid behind his desk. “Fine, fine—false alarm—everything was fine.”
Jo raised an eyebrow. Jack cleared his throat. “So…anything happen while I was gone?”
Shaking her head, Jo turned her eyes back to her desk. “Been quiet.”
“Good, good,” Jack said quickly, pushing away from his desk and standing again. “I’m going to…I’ve got a few errands to run. Call if you need me.” With that he hurried out the door and towards his jeep. Five months of living in Eureka told him that if he stayed at the office it would only be a matter of time before Jo wheedled what happened out of him. He was still a little too freaked by it to let her work her mojo on him.
--
Zoe was spending a couple of weeks with her mother to do some much needed apologizing. His ex-wife had been frantic when she found out that Zoe had committed credit card fraud and identity theft to get back to Eureka, and had been even more upset to learn their daughter wanted to live with him. It had taken until Spring break for Jack to convince Zoe she needed to fix things with her mother.
“Sarah, door.” As he walked into his house, body thrumming with adrenaline and a lingering tingle of arousal, he was glad Zoe wasn’t there.
“Good afternoon, Sheriff.” Fargo’s feminized voice echoed around him.
“Beer me, Sarah.”
“Certainly.” Jack reached for the cold glass of beer, downing half of it in one gulp. “Is everything alright, Sheriff?”
Jack snorted, sliding the glass onto the counter and bracing his hands against the cool, flat surface. “No, no, definitely not,” Jack muttered to himself, pushing away from the counter and pulling at his clothes. He needed a shower. “Sarah, shower.”
The bathroom door slid open soundlessly, and Carter tossed his shirt to the floor, the shower spray starting the moment he stepped across the threshold. “Sarah, door.” He shoved his pants and boxers over his hips when the door was closed, stepping under the hot spray and groaning, arching his back, working out the still sore kinks in his muscles.
Leaning a forearm against the wall, he let the water run down his back, his traitorous mind replaying the images he’d seen when he’d touched Stark. He swore silently, glaring at his awakening erection. He was not doing this. He was not going to jerk off to thoughts about fucking Nathan Stark! Biting his lip, Jack closed his eyes, images of Nathan on his hands and knees with Jack behind him filling his head, urging his dick to full mast. With a frustrated growl, he reached down, wrapping a fist around his cock. It was hard and fast, only a half dozen strokes before his come was painting the wall and Jack Carter was panting through the aftershocks. “Oh this is not good.”
--
Nathan wasn’t exactly sure why he was there. He could have just as easily called and told Carter what Fargo and the rest of the team he’d put on the machine found out. And yet there he was.
Stark absolutely refused to admit that maybe the reason he was there had something to do with the fact that he’d spent the afternoon trying to hide in his office so no one would notice the erection tenting his slacks while images of Carter, spread out before him, naked and hard, a hand wrapped around his cock just begging Nathan with his eyes to fuck him had assaulted him since he’d arrived back at Global Dynamics.
He’d given the task of finding out what the machine was to Fargo and his team, waiting impatiently the whole afternoon for some kind of report. The fact that Fargo, after going over the machine had only been able to find a few scattered notes on its purpose had just added to his frustration. Stark refused to give more than a passing thought to the idea that bending Carter over the nearest surface would have been a great way to relieve some stress.
He’d just decided to call it a day and go home for a long cold shower when Fargo burst into his office, a wide smile on his face. Apparently the scientist that had been running the experiment had thought that creating some type of compatibility machine was just what Eureka needed. Stark thought perhaps the real reason behind the creation of the thing responsible for his own personal hell was more a matter of the scientist being desperate to get laid.
And that brought him back to Jack Carter.
Knocking on the door, Nathan straightened his tie and willfully ignored the residual thrill of arousal that had been sitting low in his belly since Carter had touched him and started this whole mess. Clenching his jaw, Stark muttered a quiet curse against Allison for insisting that Jack Carter replace the former Sheriff and for bringing the annoying man into Nathan’s life.
--
Jack wrapped a towel around his waist, still dripping from his shower and on his way to the bedroom. “There is a visitor at the door,” Sarah chirped and Jack stifled a groan.
Stomping back the way he’d come, Jack muttered, “Sarah, door,” intent on telling whoever it was in no uncertain terms to fuck off.
Carter had opened his mouth to do just that when he finally registered who was at his door. Stark was standing there, in his perfect suit, looking completely unruffled and Jack was torn between wanting to hit the man and wanting to throw him on the nearest flat surface and rut against him like a fucking dog in heat.
He closed his eyes thinking now would be a spectacularly bad time for certain body parts to stand up and take notice of the dirty, dirty images his mind insisted on replaying over and over…”What do you want Stark?” Jack snapped, his fingers white in their death-grip hold on the towel around his waist and really now was not the time to be thinking about how easy it would be to let go of the only thing keeping his dignity intact.
--
Nathan’s eyes raked over Jack’s semi-naked and wet body and he could feel himself responding, despite the clear message he was sending his brain that this was a supremely bad idea. Instead of listening, his mind showed him how easy it would be to move closer, to slip his hands beneath the towel covering the Sheriff…
Clearing his throat, Nathan shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest as he stepped inside Carter’s house, eyes anywhere but on the almost naked man before him. “I wanted to let you know that Fargo and his team have finished their analysis of the machine…”
Jack’s eyes flew open, “And?”
With a horrifying sense of dread Stark felt himself start to blush under Jack’s intense blue gaze. “Apparently Dr. M. Ricci thought the only thing missing in Eureka was a machine that would test a couple’s compatibility to one another.” Stark snorted at the confused look of disbelief on Carter’s face.
“You’re kidding, right?”
Shaking his head, Nathan gave a half-smirk saying, “Unfortunately not.”
Running his free hand through his still wet hair Jack took a deep breath. “Okay, so…side effects?”
“None that were reported,” Nathan said, ignoring the urge to fidget under Carter’s stare. “As far as they can tell Ricci never actually had the chance to test his machine. He was released from his contract and Global Dynamics relocated him, new identity…”
“So you can find him, Right?” Jack said quickly. “I mean, you’d still have the records as to where GD sent him, right?”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Nathan sighed. “Dr. Ricci died of natural causes three years ago.”
Jack swallowed hard, turning to pace as he said a little desperately, “So we don’t actually know if these side effects will go away…” His brain caught up to his mouth moments too late, his eyes wide; thankful his back was to Stark. Fuck. He really hadn’t meant to admit to…anything.
“What side effects?” Nathan’s voice was low and oh so much closer now. Jack could feel the heat coming from the body directly behind him. He shivered, biting his lip before turning around and taking a step back. Laughing a little hysterically Jack shook his head. “No side effects—slip of the tongue.”
And then Nathan’s tongue slipped out to wet his lips and of course Jack’s eyes were drawn to the movement and of course his own fucking body had to betray him as he licked his own lips in an unconscious imitation of Stark. And he really wasn’t surprised when Stark moved closer, wasn’t surprised when he felt a hand at his waist or when Stark’s free hand curled around the nape of his neck dragging him into a wet, sloppy kiss that had Jack hard in zero point six seconds.
He probably should have been a little surprised when he let go of his towel, hands pushing desperately at Stark’s clothes needing him naked, naked right the fuck now but all Jack could think about was the hot, slick tongue in his mouth and the big, talented hand wrapped around his cock and how this whole thing would be that much better if he could just get his hands on the skin hidden under layers of perfect dark wool and silk.
Jack wanted to crow in triumph when his hands shoved Nathan Stark’s slacks and underwear over hard, lean hips moments after having managed to slide jacket and shirt down muscled biceps to fall haphazardly to the floor of his living room.
Nathan pressed his erection against Jack’s hip, his lips tracing a slow, meandering path down Jack’s collarbone, beard leaving Jack shivering with each scrape of coarse hair against his skin. And when Jack finally managed to put two brain cells together he pulled away, taking a deep shuddering breath, eyes darkened by arousal. “Bed. Now,” he muttered before dragging Nathan towards his bedroom, once again thankful to have the house to himself because what he planned to do with and to Nathan Stark was something he really didn’t need his daughter knowing about.
Nathan ogled Jack‘s ass as he followed him into the bedroom, running a hand over one perfectly rounded cheek, groaning when Jack crawled up the bed, showing a spectacular view of said ass before following him. Sliding a hand up one thigh, Stark bent down, mouth pressed to the small of Carter’s back, his tongue slipping out to lick the damp skin under his lips. His other hand glided up the inside of Carter’s thigh, cupping Jack’s balls, his mouth moving lower as Carter panted, writhing under his touch.
The second Nathan’s tongue slid between Carter’s ass cheeks Jack reared back, practically sitting in Stark’s lap. “Holy fuck!” And this position was even better.
Nathan’s hands roamed Carter’s chest, tweaking nipples and skimming low on Jack’s belly, a careful caress of the cock-head leaving a wet trail against the back of his knuckles. He could hear Carter’s breath coming in short, gasped pants, his hips moving restlessly, ass rubbing against Stark’s hard cock.
“I want to fuck you,” Stark murmured into Jack’s neck, sucking a bright red spot high on the damp, salty skin. Jack groaned, pressing back, a hand coming up to curl around the back of Nathan’s head, pulling him even closer as Jack turned, drawing him into an awkward kiss.
And when Sarah opened the bedside table drawer revealing a tube of lube and a strip of condoms, Stark made a mental note to give Fargo a raise. Slicking up his fingers, he shifted Jack back to his hands and knees sliding a finger deep inside, nipping at the skin on Jack’s hip as his second finger joined the first, curling them to graze Carter’s prostate, and grinning when Carter shoved back onto his fingers with a low pleased groan. “I’m good, fuck--just do it already,” Jack panted.
Nathan rolled the condom over his own aching flesh, gripping the base of his cock and taking a deep breath before moving into position behind Carter, pressing in with a slowness that left every muscles shaking with the strain of not snapping his hips forward and burying his cock deep inside Jack’s body. He pressed his forehead against the back of Jack’s neck, hands smoothing up and down the skin of Jack’s hips as he began to move.
He set a leisurely rhythm, pushing in and pulling out, each drag of his cock tagging Carter’s prostate, his hands holding Jack’s hips in a firm grip, stopping him from impaling himself on Nathan’s length. With each thrust of his hips Nathan could feel himself getting closer to the edge, curling a hand around Jack’s cock and stroking in time with the movements of his hips. “Yeah, that’s it,” Jack moaned, wrapping his own hand over Stark’s, setting a more rapid pace, pushing his cock into their joined hands hard and fast, biting his lip. Arching his back, head on Stark’s shoulder, Jack came with a shout, his release spilling hot and thick over their fists. Three, four more thrusts and Stark was following Jack over the edge, biting down on the pale, sweat slick shoulder beneath his mouth.
Both men collapsed onto the bed, shivering with aftershocks as Stark pulled his softening cock from Jack’s body, discarding the condom before settling beside Jack’s sated and exhausted form. Jack turned his head, blinking sleepily at Stark, a smirk on his lips. “So…does this mean we’re compatible?”
Stark huffed out a laugh, rolling to his side and throwing a leg over Jack’s thighs. Pressing his lips close to Jack’s ear he grinned. “Absolutely not.”
Jack snaked an arm around Nathan’s chest pulling him closer murmuring, “That’s what I thought.”