The sweet setup part 2
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scarlettdreamHere is the next chapter of this strange AU story about a Jack and a Daniel
things have moved on a pace and there is more of the adult stuff.
And with the disclaimer that i don't own these characters they are the property of the writers and directors and the characterisations are the property of the actors and I own absolutely nothing except a filthy imagination. So please don't sue me.
With thanks once again to Annie for her help and advice as my beta here is the second chapter
Two very interesting human specimens.
Four days later it was done.
Jack was dismayed to find that the new money guy, Makepeace, suddenly wanted to renegotiate his cut once the job was finished. And he was angry that the arrangements he’d made to dispose of the artifact were suddenly being changed for no good reason that he could understand. Normally he got rid of the stuff as fast as he could, whether it was money or gold or uncut diamonds or even rare stamps or books, his normal guy, Harry Maybourne, would get it moving on its way within hours. Jack was very suspicious that the new man, Makepeace, the one Harry had recommended so highly, was suddenly changing the arrangements and he was still stuck with the thing.
He’d decided to move, get another place, maybe a motel because he was feeling so far out of his comfort zone he was nearly off the map, so much so that even the bolt hole was no longer feeling safe. The longer he was stuck with the stolen artifact the greater the danger of being caught. He'd already finished packing his holdall, and had wiped down the room down to clear off his prints, when he heard a noise outside, in the corridor.
Sometimes Jack wasn’t sure what it was that gave him his edge. He’d thought about it a few times, times when a military man couldn’t help but get a little maudlin. Thinking about the guys that didn’t make it, wondering what it was that made him different. What meant he survived and they didn't. But whatever the reason part of it was undoubtedly his innate ability to go from zero to battle ready in the blink of an eye. He was already moving the chair under the door handle and had grabbed up his bag before he even fully registered what the sounds in the hall actually were. He was through into the cramped bathroom with the door locked seconds later. He had the window broken and a towel laid over the broken frame and glass before they had even tried the main door to the room. Then the bag was out and he followed it dropping into the alley behind the rooming house with a quiet thud, and he was gone.
But he knew he had a critical problem, without having to look back, without having to hang around and try to find out what was going on. And he knew that he was going to have to find somewhere to hide out until he was sure it was safe.
In his time in Special Ops some of the things he’d done had been distasteful, some had been dammed distasteful, and some seemed to cross a line into something he hadn't signed up for, something blacker than it should have been. But those were the orders, that was how things panned out. Some missions it was unspoken, yet everybody knew, you had to do whatever it took to acquire the target, and there was collateral damage, that’s what the bean counters called it, and sometimes you had to go so deep under cover to get close enough. You had to lie down with the dogs and get their fleas before you could get close enough to finish the job.
And once it was done you did what you needed to drop out of sight until you could get out. Jack had learned a thing or two about places to hide where no one would look for him.
In a military town like The Springs he knew just where to go that no one would expect an ex-special-ops colonel to go. Places where people would avoid the authorities at all costs, so it would be unlikely they’d report him, even if they recognised him. And he had a couple of tricks he could use to change his looks a little, just enough, to make discovery unlikely.
Two hours later Jonah walked in to the bar knowing just what he needed, and he walked out with him twenty minutes later. They headed for a private club, Stefan said it was a place he knew well and they would have a good time there, Jonah was happy to go along. and kept Stefan interested, and unbalanced. stopping several times to kiss and to touch in the darkness of doorways and once in the dark entrance of an alley. But it was the excitement of the club that Jonah wanted, or so he said, as Stefan led the way to a battered door with peeling green paint. Once they'd passed the bouncer and were inside, the heady scent of sweat and alcohol filled the air, it was difficult to see, the lights were low apart from the strobeing light on the dance floor, but they made their way to the bar and ordered a bottle of tequila.
Jonah had a cast iron stomach when it came to tequila but it seemed, after several slammers, that Stefan was getting a little giddy. They made their way to the back rooms to a private alcove, in the dark. Little areas partitioned to seem more private with a sofa pushed back against the wall. Sitting back getting comfortable, they drank some more, straight from the bottle now, until Stefan was weaving a little as he knelt up and straddled across Jonah's thighs.
Stefan kept trying to offer going back to his place, Jonah was determined to stay at the club as long as he could, but managed to make it seem like he didn't really care, just didn't have the energy to move at the moment, and he pulled Stefan until he was sitting fully in his lap with his long legs wrapped around Jonah's waist. They kissed lazily Stefan just about in control of his mouth, but the rest of him was along for the ride. He was so drunk and maybe he was high too, on something he'd taken before he hooked up with Jonah, but he couldn't actually remember what he'd taken. It made him warm and willing and pliant though, and it fuzzed his mind enough that although he noticed he wasn't really getting what he'd expected when he'd picked this guy up, he didn't have the ability to care about it.
If he'd been more aware, if his mouth had been capable of more than deep slow kisses, Stefan might have accused Jonah of being a prick tease. Might have said he'd picked up a tough looking older guy because he'd been in the mood for something hot and hard in the alley out back, if he could have strung the thoughts and words together, that is. As it was he made do with what he was getting, some serious, deep kissing, the kind of kissing he'd not had since he was in his teens, to be honest the kind of kissing everyone pretended they didn't want. And he was getting just enough of Jonah's hard body in contact with his own to get off. Rubbing his dick against that flat belly, pressing down hard against Jonah's thigh, feeling just enough through two layers of clothes to get hot and sweaty and so tight in his pants that he came with a surprised gasp. It was probably the sweetest sex Stefan had had in forever.
Stefan kind of passed out, after. He was surprisingly heavy for such a skinny guy, but that was fine, and once he was unconscious Jack could stop pretending so hard to be someone else. He was sprawled in the corner of the sofa with Stefan wrapped around him hiding him mostly from view. He had his tinted night driving glasses, they hid his eyes and surprisingly really did make it a little easier to see in the dark club. He was pretty confident that no one would recognise him even if they were on to him enough by now to have a photo. He had used tinted contacts too, changed his eyes from brown to a kind of muddy grey and his hair was mostly covered up with a red bandanna. Tight black jeans and a white t-shirt under a black leather vest had finished the transformation. Clothes that had been in the hold-all, something different in style to what he would normally wear, enough maybe to trick anyone looking for him, plus the kind of clothes that had sent out just the right kind of signal to attract someone like Stefan, because Stefan was the biggest part of the disguise.
As the evening wore on the place got more and more packed and Jack should have been feeling better, this was the perfect place to hide in plain sight. He knew there were people all round him but no one should have been interested in him. He was taken. But he got the feeling every now and then, of being watched. The later and more crowded it got, the more certain he was that somehow he'd been caught.
Slowly he began to rouse Stefan, Hard biting kisses, hands pressing and even pinching a little to get him awake, and get him horny again. Jack figured it was time for Jonah to take Stefan up on his offer and go back to his place. It wasn't what Jack wanted to do, he'd normally avoid going somewhere he didn't know, somewhere he'd have to check out quickly. But he figured he and Stefan could get lost enough in this crowd, get out and hop in a taxi before they were spotted, and if not at least they'd be moving and Jack would come up with something else on the way. Then once they were far enough away Jack could ditch Stefan, and find another guy and another club to hide in.
One thing Jack never actually did was go somewhere private with a guy he picked up in these situations. For one it was too risky, they could figure out his tricks too easily, getting them drunk real quick, maybe slipping them a little something if he had to. And the other thing was the one-sided sex. The fact was Jack looked like one thing, and attracted a certain kind of guy, but then he didn't deliver what they'd expect. But because he chose carefully, because he picked up just the right kind of man he could get away with it. He could get them just drunk and desperate and off balance enough. All the while he was kissing them and touching them, sometimes even giving them a blow job if he had no choice, but he was always in control, he was always the one doing the touching. Making it more intimate than they were used to to throw them off balance. It would have been funny if it wasn't so sad that the guys he picked up thought kissing was more intimate than a fuck. He guessed it was a matter of perspective, maybe his was out of date. But Jack only d id what he was willing to do, and that way he could keep them on edge while he kept it cool. It had stopped bothering Jack a long time ago, that detachment, he almost felt relieved. But he knew that he had to keep any of the men he picked up like this from finding out that he never got hard. That all of it was a pretensce. Things could turn ugly if that happened. Jack had learned that lesson all right, and he never made that mistake again.
The crowd was pressing all around them as they made their way to the exit. Hot bodies pressed him on all sides, the smell of sweat and cologne, sex and alcohol-sweetened breath, the hard throbbing beat of the dance music, hands brushing sometimes grabbing, he was breathing hard now, and not from excitement. Then suddenly Stefan was gone from in front of him, lost in a sea of others, one glimpse of him wrapped around a tall heavily muscled type in a tank top and then the bodies pressed close again so Jack lost sight of him.
And then someone was kissing him. Someone virtually as tall as he was, pressed against him hard from knees chest. Hands holding him in place, one behind his neck the other arm slanting down from his waist hand planted firmly on his ass. And he was being eaten alive by a mouth that was so hot against his lips it shocked him. A tongue that tasted of coffee and some exotic alcohol thrust rudely between his lips and took what it wanted from his mouth, and the scent of cologne that was cool and expensive and made him think of Japan filled is nose and made his stomach tighten unexpectedly, almost like he was afraid. He realized his eyes were shut. It was not his usual reaction in a situation.
He opened his eyes just as his assailant moved, his lips trailing a series of almost painful biting kisses along Jack's jaw to his ear, all he saw was a brief glimpse of the side of his cheek and his hair falling forward to cover his face. Suddenly Jack's ear was filled with that moist agile tongue, heated breath sounded loud and frantic raising his temperature, making his face burn. Jack was sure that no one had ever done anything like that to him before, and somewhere deep inside that made him feel strange, unreal. And it was almost shocking how the hot breath on his ear made him shiver as he heard a voice whisper,
"We have to get out of here, now."
Hands pulled at him and his new companion was beside him now face buried in his neck biting his skin, sucking hard. It was painful and it was going to leave a mark but it made Jack feel something, and that was so unique it seemed to stop his brain from functioning as it should.
The voice whispered into his flesh as it feasted on him, definite words pressed into his throat, too faint to hear properly but he could feel the huff of breath and the shape of the words against his skin. He stumbled along trying to get his feet under him, trying to kick start his mind, trying to drag his focus away from the hands that were touching him and the mouth that was taking whatever pleasure it wanted from his flesh, and all the while that soft precise voice was whispering to him.
"Once we're outside."
Jack felt something cold press against his fingers and looked down.
"Start up my bike."
The keys were thrust into his hand and then fingers closed round his making him take the keys and hold them in his fist.
"And wait for me, I'll be right behind you."
Lips pressed against his neck again, and his skin burned just below his jaw where his pulse beat fast. There was a tight heat and near painful pressure as he felt the hard sucking kiss that he knew was going to mark him deeply.
Then the pressure released and the voice in his ear was harder, still quiet but there was a hint of edge in the tone now.
"Don't leave without me, understand?"
Jack swallowed trying to find his voice. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He wondered briefly if he'd somehow been drugged, if he'd drunk from the wrong glass earlier, taken the tab he'd meant for Stefan. He felt strangely detached and yet there was a fire in him. He scarcely remembered. It seemed so long since he'd last felt anything at all, and now he was awash with this heat. He felt his face burning and flushed even darker as the voice turned to pure cold steel and it mesmerized him.
"Don't run from me, if you run you won't like the consequences."
But the hand that touched him was at odds with the voice as fingers glided like silk down his neck and gently touched the hollow at the base of his throat. The head beside him was bowed so all he saw was a silky screen of hair hiding the face, brushing against his skin for a moment.
Then the hands were gone and the man was gone, was behind him pushing him forward and the door was in front of him and Jack stepped through it, realizing he had no idea what his saviour even looked like.
He took two deep breaths trying to overcome whatever it was that had clouded his mind. The air was fresh enough outside that it cleared his thoughts as he was striding towards the sleek black BMW motorcycle parked by the curb. By the time he reached it and was sitting astride the machine he had the key in the ignition. As the engine sparked into life he was still not really thinking about what he would do, but the minute he felt the powerful thrum of the machine beneath him he reacted. Pushed forward, toed it into first gear, a flick of his wrist as the engine roared to life, and he was off. Free.
Riding through the dark streets heading away from the center of town towards a quiet spot he knew, Jack's mind was focused on getting far away quickly, without being noticed. But in the back of his head there was a disquiet. This was wrong on so many levels and he was sure he'd missed something vital. It was all tumbling and jumbling in his mind and nothing made sense. Since he'd done the job everything had seemed to slide off kilter. So much had gone wrong so quickly, but that was always the way of things he'd found. One tiny miss-step, just a few words out of place, a fraction of an inch off with some co-ordinates, it was all the same, enough to fuck up a mission. It was just he usually knew what had happened. He was usually good at recognizsing the moment everything starts to tilt sideways. But this time he was flying blind, things had come on him so fast, and his reactions had been so far off the scale it was frightening. Jack was deeply anxious about that. He was usually so cool, so in control, no matter what, and to suddenly be completely out of control was unthinkable. Made him worry. Made him think about the down time. Made him wonder if he was headed for another spell of that. Jack never wanted to go there again.
But gradually he pulled his thoughts back from endless circling of those dangerous waters. The further away he got the calmer he became. It was as if the speed and the distance was taking him over, until the usual cool calm inside his head closed over the unsettling thoughts, and he pushed them aside so he could think, so he could make a new plan, so he could get back on track.
He would ride the bike into the suburbs and dump it. He'd kill time until daylight then make his way to the bus station. It was the most low profile way to get out of town, and it was where he'd stored his holdall in a locker. Once he was away from The Springs he'd revert to his usual method of shifting the stuff and send it to Harry. Even if he had to cut him in on the deal too, it was better than the alternative.
Once the plan was settled in his head he felt much better. He knew things had gone badly wrong for a while back there. He knew something had happened, that he'd nearly been caught or worse. But now he had a little distance, and a little cool air blowing through his head and he got it back into perspective. Jack had learned that a long time ago, how to get his perspective right. How to suppress the unhelpful thoughts. How to get the job done. You focus on the plan, you put aside anything that gets in the way of the plan. And soon you're back in the game, feeling good, staying frosty. Nothing to worry about. Disturbing thoughts and feelings, anything unhelpful just faded away, buried somewhere dark and deep where they wouldn't trouble him again. All those things he kept himself safe from. All the things he simply had to forget when Colonel Jack was on a mission.
link to sweet setup part 3
things have moved on a pace and there is more of the adult stuff.
And with the disclaimer that i don't own these characters they are the property of the writers and directors and the characterisations are the property of the actors and I own absolutely nothing except a filthy imagination. So please don't sue me.
With thanks once again to Annie for her help and advice as my beta here is the second chapter
Two very interesting human specimens.
Four days later it was done.
Jack was dismayed to find that the new money guy, Makepeace, suddenly wanted to renegotiate his cut once the job was finished. And he was angry that the arrangements he’d made to dispose of the artifact were suddenly being changed for no good reason that he could understand. Normally he got rid of the stuff as fast as he could, whether it was money or gold or uncut diamonds or even rare stamps or books, his normal guy, Harry Maybourne, would get it moving on its way within hours. Jack was very suspicious that the new man, Makepeace, the one Harry had recommended so highly, was suddenly changing the arrangements and he was still stuck with the thing.
He’d decided to move, get another place, maybe a motel because he was feeling so far out of his comfort zone he was nearly off the map, so much so that even the bolt hole was no longer feeling safe. The longer he was stuck with the stolen artifact the greater the danger of being caught. He'd already finished packing his holdall, and had wiped down the room down to clear off his prints, when he heard a noise outside, in the corridor.
Sometimes Jack wasn’t sure what it was that gave him his edge. He’d thought about it a few times, times when a military man couldn’t help but get a little maudlin. Thinking about the guys that didn’t make it, wondering what it was that made him different. What meant he survived and they didn't. But whatever the reason part of it was undoubtedly his innate ability to go from zero to battle ready in the blink of an eye. He was already moving the chair under the door handle and had grabbed up his bag before he even fully registered what the sounds in the hall actually were. He was through into the cramped bathroom with the door locked seconds later. He had the window broken and a towel laid over the broken frame and glass before they had even tried the main door to the room. Then the bag was out and he followed it dropping into the alley behind the rooming house with a quiet thud, and he was gone.
But he knew he had a critical problem, without having to look back, without having to hang around and try to find out what was going on. And he knew that he was going to have to find somewhere to hide out until he was sure it was safe.
In his time in Special Ops some of the things he’d done had been distasteful, some had been dammed distasteful, and some seemed to cross a line into something he hadn't signed up for, something blacker than it should have been. But those were the orders, that was how things panned out. Some missions it was unspoken, yet everybody knew, you had to do whatever it took to acquire the target, and there was collateral damage, that’s what the bean counters called it, and sometimes you had to go so deep under cover to get close enough. You had to lie down with the dogs and get their fleas before you could get close enough to finish the job.
And once it was done you did what you needed to drop out of sight until you could get out. Jack had learned a thing or two about places to hide where no one would look for him.
In a military town like The Springs he knew just where to go that no one would expect an ex-special-ops colonel to go. Places where people would avoid the authorities at all costs, so it would be unlikely they’d report him, even if they recognised him. And he had a couple of tricks he could use to change his looks a little, just enough, to make discovery unlikely.
Two hours later Jonah walked in to the bar knowing just what he needed, and he walked out with him twenty minutes later. They headed for a private club, Stefan said it was a place he knew well and they would have a good time there, Jonah was happy to go along. and kept Stefan interested, and unbalanced. stopping several times to kiss and to touch in the darkness of doorways and once in the dark entrance of an alley. But it was the excitement of the club that Jonah wanted, or so he said, as Stefan led the way to a battered door with peeling green paint. Once they'd passed the bouncer and were inside, the heady scent of sweat and alcohol filled the air, it was difficult to see, the lights were low apart from the strobeing light on the dance floor, but they made their way to the bar and ordered a bottle of tequila.
Jonah had a cast iron stomach when it came to tequila but it seemed, after several slammers, that Stefan was getting a little giddy. They made their way to the back rooms to a private alcove, in the dark. Little areas partitioned to seem more private with a sofa pushed back against the wall. Sitting back getting comfortable, they drank some more, straight from the bottle now, until Stefan was weaving a little as he knelt up and straddled across Jonah's thighs.
Stefan kept trying to offer going back to his place, Jonah was determined to stay at the club as long as he could, but managed to make it seem like he didn't really care, just didn't have the energy to move at the moment, and he pulled Stefan until he was sitting fully in his lap with his long legs wrapped around Jonah's waist. They kissed lazily Stefan just about in control of his mouth, but the rest of him was along for the ride. He was so drunk and maybe he was high too, on something he'd taken before he hooked up with Jonah, but he couldn't actually remember what he'd taken. It made him warm and willing and pliant though, and it fuzzed his mind enough that although he noticed he wasn't really getting what he'd expected when he'd picked this guy up, he didn't have the ability to care about it.
If he'd been more aware, if his mouth had been capable of more than deep slow kisses, Stefan might have accused Jonah of being a prick tease. Might have said he'd picked up a tough looking older guy because he'd been in the mood for something hot and hard in the alley out back, if he could have strung the thoughts and words together, that is. As it was he made do with what he was getting, some serious, deep kissing, the kind of kissing he'd not had since he was in his teens, to be honest the kind of kissing everyone pretended they didn't want. And he was getting just enough of Jonah's hard body in contact with his own to get off. Rubbing his dick against that flat belly, pressing down hard against Jonah's thigh, feeling just enough through two layers of clothes to get hot and sweaty and so tight in his pants that he came with a surprised gasp. It was probably the sweetest sex Stefan had had in forever.
Stefan kind of passed out, after. He was surprisingly heavy for such a skinny guy, but that was fine, and once he was unconscious Jack could stop pretending so hard to be someone else. He was sprawled in the corner of the sofa with Stefan wrapped around him hiding him mostly from view. He had his tinted night driving glasses, they hid his eyes and surprisingly really did make it a little easier to see in the dark club. He was pretty confident that no one would recognise him even if they were on to him enough by now to have a photo. He had used tinted contacts too, changed his eyes from brown to a kind of muddy grey and his hair was mostly covered up with a red bandanna. Tight black jeans and a white t-shirt under a black leather vest had finished the transformation. Clothes that had been in the hold-all, something different in style to what he would normally wear, enough maybe to trick anyone looking for him, plus the kind of clothes that had sent out just the right kind of signal to attract someone like Stefan, because Stefan was the biggest part of the disguise.
As the evening wore on the place got more and more packed and Jack should have been feeling better, this was the perfect place to hide in plain sight. He knew there were people all round him but no one should have been interested in him. He was taken. But he got the feeling every now and then, of being watched. The later and more crowded it got, the more certain he was that somehow he'd been caught.
Slowly he began to rouse Stefan, Hard biting kisses, hands pressing and even pinching a little to get him awake, and get him horny again. Jack figured it was time for Jonah to take Stefan up on his offer and go back to his place. It wasn't what Jack wanted to do, he'd normally avoid going somewhere he didn't know, somewhere he'd have to check out quickly. But he figured he and Stefan could get lost enough in this crowd, get out and hop in a taxi before they were spotted, and if not at least they'd be moving and Jack would come up with something else on the way. Then once they were far enough away Jack could ditch Stefan, and find another guy and another club to hide in.
One thing Jack never actually did was go somewhere private with a guy he picked up in these situations. For one it was too risky, they could figure out his tricks too easily, getting them drunk real quick, maybe slipping them a little something if he had to. And the other thing was the one-sided sex. The fact was Jack looked like one thing, and attracted a certain kind of guy, but then he didn't deliver what they'd expect. But because he chose carefully, because he picked up just the right kind of man he could get away with it. He could get them just drunk and desperate and off balance enough. All the while he was kissing them and touching them, sometimes even giving them a blow job if he had no choice, but he was always in control, he was always the one doing the touching. Making it more intimate than they were used to to throw them off balance. It would have been funny if it wasn't so sad that the guys he picked up thought kissing was more intimate than a fuck. He guessed it was a matter of perspective, maybe his was out of date. But Jack only d id what he was willing to do, and that way he could keep them on edge while he kept it cool. It had stopped bothering Jack a long time ago, that detachment, he almost felt relieved. But he knew that he had to keep any of the men he picked up like this from finding out that he never got hard. That all of it was a pretensce. Things could turn ugly if that happened. Jack had learned that lesson all right, and he never made that mistake again.
The crowd was pressing all around them as they made their way to the exit. Hot bodies pressed him on all sides, the smell of sweat and cologne, sex and alcohol-sweetened breath, the hard throbbing beat of the dance music, hands brushing sometimes grabbing, he was breathing hard now, and not from excitement. Then suddenly Stefan was gone from in front of him, lost in a sea of others, one glimpse of him wrapped around a tall heavily muscled type in a tank top and then the bodies pressed close again so Jack lost sight of him.
And then someone was kissing him. Someone virtually as tall as he was, pressed against him hard from knees chest. Hands holding him in place, one behind his neck the other arm slanting down from his waist hand planted firmly on his ass. And he was being eaten alive by a mouth that was so hot against his lips it shocked him. A tongue that tasted of coffee and some exotic alcohol thrust rudely between his lips and took what it wanted from his mouth, and the scent of cologne that was cool and expensive and made him think of Japan filled is nose and made his stomach tighten unexpectedly, almost like he was afraid. He realized his eyes were shut. It was not his usual reaction in a situation.
He opened his eyes just as his assailant moved, his lips trailing a series of almost painful biting kisses along Jack's jaw to his ear, all he saw was a brief glimpse of the side of his cheek and his hair falling forward to cover his face. Suddenly Jack's ear was filled with that moist agile tongue, heated breath sounded loud and frantic raising his temperature, making his face burn. Jack was sure that no one had ever done anything like that to him before, and somewhere deep inside that made him feel strange, unreal. And it was almost shocking how the hot breath on his ear made him shiver as he heard a voice whisper,
"We have to get out of here, now."
Hands pulled at him and his new companion was beside him now face buried in his neck biting his skin, sucking hard. It was painful and it was going to leave a mark but it made Jack feel something, and that was so unique it seemed to stop his brain from functioning as it should.
The voice whispered into his flesh as it feasted on him, definite words pressed into his throat, too faint to hear properly but he could feel the huff of breath and the shape of the words against his skin. He stumbled along trying to get his feet under him, trying to kick start his mind, trying to drag his focus away from the hands that were touching him and the mouth that was taking whatever pleasure it wanted from his flesh, and all the while that soft precise voice was whispering to him.
"Once we're outside."
Jack felt something cold press against his fingers and looked down.
"Start up my bike."
The keys were thrust into his hand and then fingers closed round his making him take the keys and hold them in his fist.
"And wait for me, I'll be right behind you."
Lips pressed against his neck again, and his skin burned just below his jaw where his pulse beat fast. There was a tight heat and near painful pressure as he felt the hard sucking kiss that he knew was going to mark him deeply.
Then the pressure released and the voice in his ear was harder, still quiet but there was a hint of edge in the tone now.
"Don't leave without me, understand?"
Jack swallowed trying to find his voice. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He wondered briefly if he'd somehow been drugged, if he'd drunk from the wrong glass earlier, taken the tab he'd meant for Stefan. He felt strangely detached and yet there was a fire in him. He scarcely remembered. It seemed so long since he'd last felt anything at all, and now he was awash with this heat. He felt his face burning and flushed even darker as the voice turned to pure cold steel and it mesmerized him.
"Don't run from me, if you run you won't like the consequences."
But the hand that touched him was at odds with the voice as fingers glided like silk down his neck and gently touched the hollow at the base of his throat. The head beside him was bowed so all he saw was a silky screen of hair hiding the face, brushing against his skin for a moment.
Then the hands were gone and the man was gone, was behind him pushing him forward and the door was in front of him and Jack stepped through it, realizing he had no idea what his saviour even looked like.
He took two deep breaths trying to overcome whatever it was that had clouded his mind. The air was fresh enough outside that it cleared his thoughts as he was striding towards the sleek black BMW motorcycle parked by the curb. By the time he reached it and was sitting astride the machine he had the key in the ignition. As the engine sparked into life he was still not really thinking about what he would do, but the minute he felt the powerful thrum of the machine beneath him he reacted. Pushed forward, toed it into first gear, a flick of his wrist as the engine roared to life, and he was off. Free.
Riding through the dark streets heading away from the center of town towards a quiet spot he knew, Jack's mind was focused on getting far away quickly, without being noticed. But in the back of his head there was a disquiet. This was wrong on so many levels and he was sure he'd missed something vital. It was all tumbling and jumbling in his mind and nothing made sense. Since he'd done the job everything had seemed to slide off kilter. So much had gone wrong so quickly, but that was always the way of things he'd found. One tiny miss-step, just a few words out of place, a fraction of an inch off with some co-ordinates, it was all the same, enough to fuck up a mission. It was just he usually knew what had happened. He was usually good at recognizsing the moment everything starts to tilt sideways. But this time he was flying blind, things had come on him so fast, and his reactions had been so far off the scale it was frightening. Jack was deeply anxious about that. He was usually so cool, so in control, no matter what, and to suddenly be completely out of control was unthinkable. Made him worry. Made him think about the down time. Made him wonder if he was headed for another spell of that. Jack never wanted to go there again.
But gradually he pulled his thoughts back from endless circling of those dangerous waters. The further away he got the calmer he became. It was as if the speed and the distance was taking him over, until the usual cool calm inside his head closed over the unsettling thoughts, and he pushed them aside so he could think, so he could make a new plan, so he could get back on track.
He would ride the bike into the suburbs and dump it. He'd kill time until daylight then make his way to the bus station. It was the most low profile way to get out of town, and it was where he'd stored his holdall in a locker. Once he was away from The Springs he'd revert to his usual method of shifting the stuff and send it to Harry. Even if he had to cut him in on the deal too, it was better than the alternative.
Once the plan was settled in his head he felt much better. He knew things had gone badly wrong for a while back there. He knew something had happened, that he'd nearly been caught or worse. But now he had a little distance, and a little cool air blowing through his head and he got it back into perspective. Jack had learned that a long time ago, how to get his perspective right. How to suppress the unhelpful thoughts. How to get the job done. You focus on the plan, you put aside anything that gets in the way of the plan. And soon you're back in the game, feeling good, staying frosty. Nothing to worry about. Disturbing thoughts and feelings, anything unhelpful just faded away, buried somewhere dark and deep where they wouldn't trouble him again. All those things he kept himself safe from. All the things he simply had to forget when Colonel Jack was on a mission.
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Date: 2008-12-09 08:42 am (UTC)yes hopefully there will be more soon
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Date: 2009-03-27 01:25 pm (UTC)which hitchcock movie is it based on? (>.>)
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Date: 2009-03-27 06:00 pm (UTC)and as to the Hitchcock it is kind of loosly based in that I'm kind of trying to blend SG1 cannon (sort of) with it, but see if you get a hint with the next chapter. There are some clues although they are kind of obscure.
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Date: 2009-03-27 09:20 pm (UTC)Ha, and why I asked is because I don't know the hitchcock movies well (yes, huge gap in education there :D I guess I should catch up on that and figure it out:) )