Lazy Sunday Mornings
Title: Lazy Sunday Mornings Author: forcryinoutloud Rating: PG13 Category: Humor, fluff Summary:Jack had plans for his first Sunday in Eureka. Author's Notes: An unbetaed quickie based on the bunny by idle_devil
Jack had plans for his first Sunday in Eureka. Good plans. Of course things didn’t turn out the way he planned and he’d spent his first Sunday in Eureka at Global Dynamics trying to help avert a disaster.
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Jack’s fourth Sunday in Eureka, much like his first three, was also a bust. Where as he had wanted to spend it lounging in bed, enjoying his fantastic mattress, and not thinking about anything he’d, again, spent it at GD watching as the world’s smartest people almost destroyed the world—again.
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It was his thirty-fourth Sunday in Eureka before Jack got the chance to actually enjoy his day off. Thirty-four long weeks of flirting with Allison, arguing with Stark…okay, flirting with Stark, and narrowly avoiding catastrophe. And finally he was spending his Sunday exactly as he wanted to be. Zoe was away for the weekend at a friend’s place, there was a game on and he had enough snacks to ensure he wouldn’t need to leave his bedroom for the entire day.
In retrospect he should have expected that his plans would fall apart. After all, thirty-three previous attempts at a day off had ended in disaster, it only made sense that his thirty-fourth would end the same way.
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“There’s someone at the door.”
Jack groaned, yanking the blankets over his head. “Whoever it is SARAH, tell them I’m not here.”
”It’s Doctor Stark, Jack; he says it’s important.”
“I don’t care! It’s my day off. Tell him to call Jo.”
“Rise and shine Sheriff,” Stark’s booming voice echoed around the room cheerfully and Carter wondered if SARAH had a place to hide a body.
“Go away, Stark,” Jack muttered, curling on his side and burrowing deeper into the mattress.
Nathan yanked the blanket from Carter’s bed, tossing it to the floor and smirked at Jack’s neon yellow smiley faced boxers.
Jack glowered, covering himself with a pillow as he sat up. “What is so important that you need to interrupt me on my day off?”
Nathan reached for the first button on his dress shirt. Jack’s eyes widened.
“I’ve been patient,” Nathan said casually, moving to the next and then the next button. “It’s been almost nine months and I’m tired of being patient. Loose the boxers, Sheriff.”
Jack’s mouth was, by this point, hanging open in shock as Nathan continued undressing revealing more and more of his toned, olive skinned body. “Was there an accident at GD? Did you touch something you weren’t supposed to? Should I call Allison?” Jack rambled, quickly sliding from the bed and trying to head for the door. Sure he’d wanted Nathan in his bed for months now but he hadn’t seen a single sign that Nathan wanted to be there—before now. Call him paranoid but when the head of Global Dynamics shows up in your bedroom and starts stripping, it’s probably a good bet that he’s been brainwashed or possessed or concussed or…something.
But Nathan was a lot faster than Jack had given him credit for and he stepped in front of Jack, snagging Jack by the front of his t-shirt and pulled him in until their bodies were flush against one another.
When Nathan shoved his tongue into Jack’s mouth and his hand down Jack’s boxers the last coherent thought Jack had was ‘oh my god, yes’.
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Jack’s thirty-fifth Sunday, and almost every subsequent Sunday after that was spent lounging in bed, curled lazily around Nathan’s warm and sated body enjoying his day off the way he should be, the way he wanted to be. Oh there were still ‘the world is going to end in three hours’ types of situations that needed rectifying but sleeping with the head of Global Dynamics had its rewards and Jack was more than happy to take advantage of them every chance he got. In fact, he grinned, rolling over to straddle Nathan’s body, he was ready to take advantage of those benefits again, right…now.