forcryinoutloud (forcryinoutloud) wrote in marshal_science, @ 2007-08-14 19:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | fanfic, first time, fluff, jack/nathan, pwp - plot what plot, rating: nc17, rating: pg-13 |
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forcryinoutloud
Jack/Nathan
PG & NC17
Both are unbetaed
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UST from Nathan, and an oblivious Jack.
There he goes, flirting with Allison again--badly.
Nathan shook his head, sipping his cup of coffee while he watched Carter and Allison across Vincent's restaurant. It was funny in a sad kind of way. Jack was flirting with Allison, Allison was flirting with Nathan, Nathan was flirting with Jack. An unending circle with no one getting any closer to their goal.
Allison got up and left, patting Carter on the shoulder as she passed--a friendly, non-sexual, touch that had Jack deflating. Well, at least he wasn't quite as oblivious as Nathan had come to believe after months of flirting with the man. Perhaps he was only oblivious when it came to Nathan.
Jack looked around Vincent's spotting Nathan almost immediately. He grabbed his coffee and walked toward him, sliding into the booth across from Stark. "Sheriff," Nathan drawled, practiced amusement lacing his voice.
"Scientist," Jack muttered, staring into his mug of coffee. Without looking up, he continued, "There's a baseball game on tonight."
Stark grinned, schooling he features when Jack looked up. "Is that supposed to mean something to me?" Nathan asked, injecting as much disinterest as he could into the question--he had a reputation to uphold.
Jack rolled his eyes. "Do you want to come over and watch the game with me?" He spoke slowly, as if Nathan didn't have an IQ almost double that of Jack's.
"Why Sheriff," Nathan said with a smirk. "Are you asking me out?"
Jack snorted, but Nathan could see a tint of pink to his skin. "Look, if you're not interested..."
"I'd love to," Nathan said quickly, cursing himself silently for sound so eager.
The grin on Carter's face was wide, almost blinding, and Nathan thought maybe it was worth letting his hard-assed persona slip just a little if it made Jack look like that.
"Great!" Jack said eagerly, sliding out of the booth. "Eight o'clock, you bring the pizza."
Nathan watched Carter walk toward the door, admiring his ass and thinking of tonight. When Jack turned around and winked, Nathan felt himself flush right to the roots of his hair. Damn that man. Maybe Carter wasn't so oblivious after all.
For lurkerlynne
Jack, Nathan and a gym. Workout bench, anyone?
Jack walked into the gym, confident in his own clothes, determined to start a real exercise routine. It was starting to look bad that the head of Global Dynamics, not to mention the former head--scientists were in better shape than him--the sheriff. But he didn't want a repeat performance of what happened when he'd tried to impress Allison (and get a glimpse of Stark working out), so he'd come early, before the sun was even up, in the hopes he'd be the only one there.
When he stepped into the weight room he cursed silently. There was only one other person in the gym and it just had to be Stark.
"Morning Sheriff," Stark drawled, smirking at him from where he was lifting weights, biceps straining. Jack swallowed hard. "You're here early."
"Uh--" Jack mentally shook himself, pulling his eyes away from the muscles in Stark's thighs. "Well you know what they say, early bird and all that."
Jack chose a weight bench and reached for one of the magnetized weight-bars. Jack had never been big on exercise. His metabolism was great, the job kept him active, exercise seemed almost superfluous on top of all that. Of course living in Eureka he'd been spending more time working his brain than his body so he supposed a little exercise couldn't hurt.
Now all he needed to do was remember what Allison had said about these weights. Holy... Jack gasped as the weight-bar suddenly dropped leaving him straining to keep it from choking him.
"Need some help there, Sheriff?" Stark asked, leaning over Jack with an amused grin on his face.
Jack could barely breath, his face beet red as he gasped and struggled with the bar. Stark reached out, grabbed the bar and just as suddenly as the weight appeared, it disappeared. Jack let Stark pull the bar from his hands, replacing it on its rack.
"Thanks," Jack managed to gasp out, eyes closed, still lying on the bench, arms dangling over the sides.
Stark was leaning over him again, hand on Jack's shoulder, fingers digging in as he moved down Jack's arm. "You okay?" Stark asked and Jack was surprised to find he sounded concerned.
Opening his eyes Jack looked up at Stark, nodding slightly. "What are you doing?"
"Checking to make sure you didn't tear anything," Stark said crisply, moving to Jack's other arm. "What were you thinking choosing 300 pounds?"
"Uh--" Jack barked out a laugh, wincing slightly as abused muscles pulled tight. "I wasn't, actually. It just sort of happened."
When Stark's hands moved to Jack's chest he jumped. "What are you doing?" Jack asked, trying to pull away before his body got the wrong idea.
"I told you," Stark said with exasperation. "I'm checking to make sure you're not hurt."
"I'm fine," Jack squeaked when Stark's thumb brushed a nipple.
Stark raised his eyes to meet Jack's and they were dark, pupils blown wide. Jack's breath caught in his chest. And then Stark--Nathan, brushed over Jack's nipple again, watching Jack's reaction, grinning at what he saw.
When Nathan's hand slid lower, Jack's eyes fluttered closed and he groaned, hips pushing up off the bench and into Nathan's touch. Then time sped up and Jack wasn't sure how it happened but suddenly he was naked, his legs wrapped around Nathan's waist and Nathan was pushing inside him, slow and steady and Jack arched off the bench because fuck this was so much better than exercising. Nathan's mouth on his was hot and wet and Jack couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so out of control, coming undone when Nathan's hand wrapped around him, stroking in time with his thrusts.
Afterwards, sated and exhausted and in desperate need of a shower, Jack expected things to feel awkward, weird because Jesus he'd just let Nathan Stark fuck him! But instead, Nathan was relaxed and softened by the sex and he curled a hand around Jack's wrist when they were dressed, pulling him close. This kiss was slow and deep and held more unspoken words than Jack could figure out just then but as he pulled back, staring into Nathan's eyes he grinned. He was going to enjoy trying...again and again and again.