Eureka, Jack/Fargo, father figure Part 2
Ropes came out of nowhere, lashing them around Jack’s wrists and ankles, spreading him. Then a tube clamped onto Jack’s penis. Horrified, Jack stared at Fargo. “We’re going to have a serious talk about this afterwards, Fargo. Got it?” Fargo nodded. The tube began sucking. “A long talk about what the point of this lab is and what an appropriate use of technology is and…” Jack’s eyes rolled in his head. “Oh god.” Helpless and unable to resist, Jack felt his body swing. He thrust forward, pelvis jerking, and found himself thrusting not just into the device or empty space in front of him but into Fargo.
And, oh god yes but it felt marvelous like that. Skin against skin and who cared if it was Fargo really? Because it felt good and it was the only way out of the situation and it felt *so* good. Better than anything had ever felt. He rubbed against Fargo and Fargo did the same against him. The man’s hardness was against his thigh now. Leaking and red and eager and hoping Jack’s would be the same.
Every stern or harsh thought swiftly left Jack’s mind. Every lecture he should have been giving the man would go unsaid. This wasn’t just another disaster in Eureka. This wasn’t just another tight situation to get out of any more. There was SARAH and that fantastic diner and baseball and all that… but this was easily the best thing that had ever come out of the town. And it was his. His and Fargo’s.
Jack closed his eyes. He felt the pull from the tube and felt the warmth of Fargo’s body. He felt himself rock and felt Fargo rock against him. He opened his eyes for a moment and instantly regretted it. Because the moment he did, he found himself looking into Fargo’s and he knew it was the beginning of the end. Yes, Fargo’s eyes were behind glasses, but the expression in them was impossible to miss. And Fargo’s desire pushed Jack over the edge. He came spectacularly, and Fargo did the same. It was mind-blowingly good. Fireworks and alarm bells and choirs singing kind of good. The sort of good you get once or twice in your life if you’re lucky. The sort of good you can’t imagine until it runs through you, takes you over, fills you completely.
When they were done, the men were gently lowered to the floor and released. Fargo fell into Jack’s arms, and Jack held him up.
“I’m sorry,” Fargo said, resting his forehead against Jack’s shoulder, unable to look him in the eye now.
Jack took a minute to compose himself enough to answer. “Don’t be,” he said. He eased the man’s head up and forced their gazes to lock. “Whatever that thing is… whatever reason you made it… I don’t care. I don’t want to hear it so don’t tell me.” He took a deep breath. “Just tell me we can do that again.”
Fargo smiled. “Well, it’s technically only supposed to accommodate one person at a time. It was just through this glitch that—” Jack’s firm hands took hold of his upper arms and Fargo swallowed. “Um, I could look into making a few modifications to the system.”