Log: Phil & Jack Who: Jack Murdock & Phil McCoy When: Ohhh, tonight. Saturday night. Where: Jack's room What: Phil comes to Jack's room under false pretenses to apologize. Jack misreads some signals and is ... rather cruel. But on the whole, I find the log rather funny toward the very end. :x Warnings: Sexual content to the point of nakedness and inappropriate touching, nothin' more!
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It's been a couple of days since he argued with Jack. Maybe it's safe to try and talk to him. Phil just wants to see him, just wants to find out what Jack has been up to. He's probably upset about David or something like that. Probably. Just thinking about how there's probably something wrong with Jack makes Phil feel like an asshole.
Either way, he decides to disguise his visit with a book. A book of Jack's that Phil found... in Jack's classroom. Jack doesn't have to know that. Phil enters the Faculty building and knows that if Jack is in his room, his cover is blown. Standing before the door, he wonders if he should knock. Probably, right? So he does, lightly.
Of course there's something wrong with Jack, and his name is Philip fucking McCoy! Jack jerks his head up like a frightened cat at the sound of Phil's heartbeat. He's sitting at his computer, with a plate with a half-eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Elizabeth looks up from her place on Jack's bed.
"What." He doesn't want to talk to Phil. Dave is gone. Dave is gone and Jack is upset. That's something wrong. That's something else wrong. Jack is bitter over it now, because Phil's just going to use that as an excuse to come down on him. Asshole. "What do you want."
"Uh, I have something of yours, that you might want back?" He holds the book up-- as if Jack can see it through the door. "Can I come in?"
"It's not locked." Jack takes an extra-angry bite of his sandwich.
Phil opens the door slowly and enters. The door clicks shut behind him. Habit. "Found this. I figure it's yours. Because it's got a guy in a suit of armor on it..." Oh Phil. He holds the book out. Realizing that Jack would have to get up to get it? Phil walks over to Jack's bed. "Hi, Elizabeth."
Jack frowns, looks at the book while he's chewing. "I didn't leave that in your room. That's from my classroom. What the fuck, Phil."
Phil clears his throat, "I said that I found it." True story!
"In my classroom." Jack goes back to his sandwich. "Thank you for... taking it out of there and returning it. What do you really want. Are you here to ask me what's wrong with me?"
"No." Jack is so hot when he's angry. But he just can't go back on this decision! "Just ... came by with the book." Missed the way Jack's room smelled. Phil's thinking about all the things they've done in this room. His heart races-- he's turned on. That quickly.
Want to know a secret, Phil? The room still smells like you. That's got to be torture for Jack. It still smells like you and Jack... well. That's got to just be killing him. Killing him. "Uh-huh." Jack sets his plate down and climbs out of his chair, scowling. "What. What. Come on, Phil. What the fuck is going on? You here to find out how upset I am over Dave? Yeah, I'm upset. What are you going to do about it? Roll your eyes and thank God----or Stephen fucking Hawking or whoever you decide to worship----that you don't have to hold me and deal with it?"
Besides his heart beating and the whole erection issue, Phil is calm. He just stares at Jack. "No." Phil takes a couple steps forward.
Jack takes a step back, frowns. Listens to Phil's heart. Can smell the shift in the air. "Oh, no. No." He scowls. "No."
Phil steps forward, reaches out to grab the back of Jack's neck. "No?"
Jack smacks Phil's hand away. "No! What the fuck is wrong with you, Phil? You broke it off with me, that doesn't----" He seems totally dumbfounded by this. "No!"
Since Phil is now so close to Jack, the only thing he can think to do is jerk his head forward and kiss him. It's sloppy, but it hits the target. It kind of hurt Phil to do it-- physically. Felt like a punch.
---Hm! Jack makes a face and tugs away from the kiss, his hands on Phil's shoulders. "You son of a bitch!" But that's... when Jack is tackling Phil, pouncing him and shoving him down onto the bed before kissing him viciously.
"My mother was a saint," Phil manages when he's allowed to breathe. "Are we fighting or fucking?"
Jack tugs Phil's hair and then his shirt. "Get undressed." Like if he says it really fast and mumbles it against Phil's mouth that makes it okay.
Phil leans up enough to yank his shirt up over his head. His hands drop to his waist and he starts undoing his belt. "You too." Please. Please.
"Oh, fuck." This is wrong, Jack is so fucking angry at him! He's seething, but he's also ... needing this. He needs Phil. He's addicted to Phil. He's tearing off his clothes, throwing his shirt aside and scrambling out of his pants like he's never had to undress so fast before. He can't stop kissing him. Hard, searing, violent, painful kisses. He needs this, but he's also slightly vindictive about it. ---See what you gave up, Phil? This is what you gave up, you bastard.
Phil pulls his pants off while still laying down, jerking his hips about and reaching down to yank the final few inches off his ankles. He's naked, he's hard, he's ... really confused right now. What's new, right? He's clenching his jaw, he doesn't even realize it until he loosens it to say something. Instead of speaking, he grabs Jack by the hair, brings him close and bites his neck.
Yeah. Don't say anything, Phil. Jack gasps, reaching down and wasting no time. He grabs Phil's cock and strokes it----missed this, didn't you?----and bites Phil's ear. He wants to tell Phil how angry he is, how this is a horrible idea, but ... he's lost in it now. He's going to make Phil miss him. Is that wrong? He just wants to make Phil ache for him.
One of Phil's legs come up to wrap around Jack's waist. He grinds up against Jack's hand, fumbling to get one of his own between them. He clumsily strokes Jack's cock. Like he forgot how to do this, or perhaps he didn't think this would be happening? Oh dear, I'm not prepared. "I--" Whoa. Don't say you missed this.
"You what," Jack groans, grabbing Phil's hair and tugging. "You what." He doesn't give Phil much of a chance to answer, because then he's kissing him violently again.
Phil is glad. He doesn't want to say it! When his mouth is free, his tongue goes to Jack's earlobe, slowly licking up the curve of his ear. "I..want you to do whatever you want to me."
Jack's breath hitches and he grinds against Phil with a soft groan. "You know what I want to do to you?" he asks, grabbing Phil's wrists and shoving them above his head. "Huh? You know what I want?" Besides throttle you.
"You want to fuck me." That's a little smug, Phil. "Like this. Pin me down. Make it hurt." Phil deserves to hurt a little, even he agrees.
Jack leans down to kiss him. Leans down to give him a long, slow kiss. Like he's going to give Phil exactly what he wants----because even though Phil says you want to fuck me, the implication is I want you to fuck me. Pin him down, make it hurt. He kisses Phil. A long, slow, bruising kiss.
"Get out."
Phil blinks several times in a row. He looks like he's been slapped. "Jack..." That is just mean. Mean. Vindictive. "Seriously?" Phil struggles, trying to pull his hands back down.
Jack releases him, and then gets up off of him. He doesn't mean it to be completely vindictive. Somewhere along the line he realized that this isn't a good idea and he can't in good conscience go along with it any longer. "Seriously." He climbs off of the bed, practically throws Phil's clothes at him. "Get out."
Phil jumps off the bed, quickly tugging his clothes on, "J-Jack, you... you spiteful monster." Phil is horrified, Phil is hurt. "This was the only way I could..." This was Phil's poor attempt at an apology. Coming here under false pretenses and kissing him so awkwardly? That's... that's Phil for you. Once dressed, he rushes towards the door. He takes a deep breath and appears to regain some composure. "Thank you for confirming that you're a bastard."
Jack hates himself a little. Spiteful monster might be on the harsh side, but right now, he takes it to heart. He doesn't see the apology. He sees Phil coming in and trying to use Jack for something he gave up. But now----a part of him wants to run to Phil and apologize. He can hear that he's hurt. Stay strong. Be strong. Jack straightens his shoulders. What does he say. What does he say.
He displaces his feelings and picks up the book. "Thanks for this." Oh, Christ. He is a bastard.
Phil stares for a good long while. "You don't even realize-- you're pretty thick. I'm not going to try this again." He opens the door-- slowly, maybe Jack will change his mind. Wow this is depressing.
"I don't realize what," Jack snaps, squeezing the book tightly and trying not to throw it at Phil's head. "No. You know what? Fuck it. No. Shut up. I don't want to hear it. Don't fucking call me thick. I know what you came in here for, that was pretty damn obvious." He's still naked, by the way, but that doesn't seem to bother him right now.
"I came here with a book that you didn't even lose to kiss you. You are thick. Or a liar? I'm getting out now." Phil feels like an idiot. A nimrod. A boob. He turns-- oh god please ask me to stay.
"You came in here to fuck me!" Their wires are getting crossed. It's a misunderstanding. Jack's been treated like that before. "Not to fucking make things right. What the fuck kind of person do you think I am, Phil?" Loaded question. Phil knows Jack's history.
"The kind of person who would accept that as an apology." He called you a slut! And then Phil? Phil goes out into the hallway. His foot hits the door so it's wiiiiiide open. Have fun, nekkid guy.
Jack blinks, has to shake his head a little like there's something rattling loose in his brain. "Excuse me?! You----" Oh. Hi. Jack snarls and bends down, grabbing his shirt and holding it over his crotch. BASTARD.
From the hall, Phil yells, "Which part, the one where you're a slut or the one where I was trying to apologize?" Phil mumbles, something that sounds like gonorrhea is to be heard.
And that's when Jack, not caring if he's naked or not, skids out into the hallway and hurls the book at Phil. "Son of a bitch!" He could probably take him out if he aimed at his head, but he's not that spiteful. Once the book is thrown, the door slams shut, and Jack slumps against it, squeezing his eyes shut. Fuck. Fuck.
Phil was trying to apologize. God damn it.
Phil protects his neck with his arm. Then he picks up the book... takes off running.