She'd fucking called him Gabriel. What the fuck was wrong with her! Jack had been in something of a foul mood since that moment. Mostly at himself more than it was directed at Jia especially. She'd been vulnerable, and for some reason he'd felt some need to assume the role of the white knight and just swoop in to save her from her misery. But the world was littered with the corpses of white knights that had been fucking obliterated by a bitchy women or used by them until something else killed them. That's why only goddamned fucking suckers tried to help a woman that was insecure with herself, or one that didn't want help. The sane fucks just got the hell out of the way and let them self destruct the way that they wanted to. Jack had been more than happy to let Jia self destruct on her own... but...
He had felt responsible for the leg thing. And so he'd tried to help... or, well.. something. Broken his rules was a better way to put it. So he'd broken his rules, and then it had come back to bite him when she'd whimsically called him Gabriel in the heat of her passion. The name of some guy who more or less was as good as dead. Gabriel wasn't home, it was all Jack from here on out. Gabriel had been someone totally different, probably the sort of person that Jia would have found cute and teased mercilessly or maybe crushed on without ever having the courage to tell him. Gabriel certainly wouldn't have been touching her, Gabriel would likely still be heartbroken even 4 years later.
So Jack had spent his last night drinking, pounding down his sorrows until he'd gotten up a good buzz that came from near alcohol poisoning, and had stumbled back into his room for a good night of quasi dreamless sleep. However, now, in the morning, he felt something touching him, and what had been dreamnless sleep now turned slowly into a dream about being at a party, and getting shoved into a walk in closet. Jack paused there as he stood, blinking as the woman he was with dropped to her knees almost instantly and started to go down on him. She was fucking good too... Jack felt himself groan, a moan which echoed into real life as he felt how that tongue was working along him.
With her dark hair the way it was, Jack had considered in the dream for a minute that it was perhaps Jia... but when the face had turned up to look him in the eye he saw Maya's dangerous eyes glittering at him. A part of him warned him about danger, but really, with the sensation of her going down on him filling up most of his consciousness, he was not really thinking about anything other than how wonderful it felt, and how much he'd like to spurt down the fucking hot djinn's throat at the moment. His hips raised slightly and he could feel himself sliding deeper into her mouth, causing him to moan a little louder as the vision started to fade away slowly.
And fade into Maya sucking his cock. Jack blinked and looked at her as she worked, laying there for the moment, letting out another slow groan as he saw the amusement in her eyes, as she seemed pleased with herself. For a moment he considered that it might be another dream until his hips arched up a little and he blinked, touching the blankets to the side of him. He recognized the feel of the fabric under his fingers. Textures were usually something Jack didn't notice in dreams, just memories like scenes from out of a play.
This really was Maya sucking his dick.
Jack had to admit, in between loud groans, that it was a pretty fucking good strategy if you wanted to get in someone's pants. Sort of hard to say no to a blowjob once you were already getting it, especially if the person giving it to you was fucking fantastic at it. Jack grunted a little as he tried to consider what to do about this... it was undeniable that he wanted it at this point... he was already fucking throbbing in her mouth. And really, why the fuck should he not just fucking fuck this slut and be done with it? FUCK Jia.