By Joy
J/D | Smut/Mature | 11 kb | AU
Summary: An oral fixation challenge fic. Not worth a summary.
Author Notes: Apologies to Wadjet for any similarities to one her fics. It wasn't on purpose, I swear.
Jack grunted as he was shoved face first against the coarse surface of the brick wall, his feet kicked apart.
The voice behind him was smug. "Hands up where I can see them. On the wall."
Despite himself, Jack's breathing was already heavy with excitement. The order sent a follow-up order to his cock as he placed his palms flat. Large, firm hands with long, beautiful fingers began their rough search of his body and after a few seconds, Jack knew the man wasn't just looking for his wallet.
"I haven't anything you want," he said through gritted teeth as fingertips grazed over his chest, making his nipples stiffen.
The thief looked at the wallet and stuffed it in his back pocket, then slid a hand over an ass cheek, squeezing it hard. "Yes, you have. Do you know how dangerous it is to be walking around at midnight, in this part of town, looking like...you do?"
Jack swallowed as the hand slid around front and cupped his balls through his tight jeans. The touch was hard, almost brutal but not quite there, and he gasped, trying to tell himself that if he came, right at this juncture in time, he'd be in so much trouble. Daniel would kill him.
He closed his eyes, his teeth biting into his bottom lip, enough to leave marks but not enough to break the tender skin. He tried to order his cock to quiet down as he felt the inexorable solidity of the knife sliding over the jeans covering his right inner thigh.
"I've been watching you," came the seductive quality of the tone. The knife traced careful circles from groin to knee and back again, then started in on the left thigh. "I know you've been watching me in return. Didn't think I was a thief though, did you?"
Again, Jack swallowed, and he hadn't meant to sound sarcastic but he just wasn't in control of his mouth. "Didn't cross my mind, no."
The thief laughed, his breath puffing against Jack's neck, making the hair stand up, sending chills down his spine. "But I know something else is."
"Mister, I--"
"Will."
"I'm sorry?"
"It's my name."
The outside temperature rose a few degrees. "Will, listen, what exactly do--"
"Drop trou, Mr. O'Neill."
"What?"
"Got a problem with that?"
No, not really, Jack thought. "Jack."
"Excuse me?"
"My name? I'll assume you know that already."
"Ah. Get to it, Jack."
Grit from the wall followed Jack's fingers as he brought his hands down. He couldn't believe they were shaking as he opened his jeans and pushed his jeans over his hips, waiting for the smart ass comment about going commando. It didn't happen. Instead, Jack jumped in shock, hissing as a hand slapped over an ass cheek.
"Push your feet back from the wall, but place your hands back where they were."
"Will, I'm not...this isn't a good idea for--"
"I don't plan on fucking you, Jack. I'm just a little hungry."
With that, Jack felt the thief's hands on his legs as he dropped to the ground and knelt between him and the wall. He looked down, getting harder at the sight of his own cock, red and jutting out ramrod straight, the slightly cool air making it throb. The pre-come formed and a drop slid over the head as the gorgeous man kneeling in front of him examined without touching. He simply gave it a hungry look and licked his lips. God, Jack thought, that was hot.
When the thief looked up into Jack's face and caught him watching, he scowled and waved his knife at him before setting it down beside him. "Eyes on the wall, Jack."
Jack groaned his objection, but took his eyes away, staring straight ahead at the wall, oddly noting how the red shades in the brick looked a little like dried blood. It only made him even more excited, wondering just what was on the wall in front of him. His thoughts were brought sharply to task for drifting when the firm grip of a hand wrapped around his shaft. Jack gasped and tried not to jerk his hips, but he couldn't help it.
"Move and this doesn't happen," Will threatened.
Jack froze. He wanted that mouth on him. It wasn't a desire that took much thought. The fact was, nothing short of a swat team could get him to move. Wetness covered the head of his cock and Jack was suddenly, amazingly, reminded of eating a newly unwrapped lollipop: Place all of it in your mouth, wet it down, roll it around, enjoy the tang (if it's cherry), then suck hard as you take it out of your mouth, eagerly swallowing the spit created before you start the process again.
The thief used this method repeatedly on the head of his cock, driving Jack out of his mind. Fingers dug into the back of both thighs as the man held him, opening his mouth wider and taking more of him inside. Jack was forced to bite into his bicep to keep from crying out in pleasure, though his noises told the thief he loved what was happening.
He stifled the urge to thrust forward in protest when the thief withdrew his mouth.
"You taste so good, so hot," he said, licking up the shaft. "I knew you'd be like this." He kissed the base before moving down to take a testicle into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it, sucking gently before letting it plop from his mouth. Jack was groaning softly but it was now a continuous sound, needy and wanting. The other ball was given attention before the thief moved back to the dick that brushed against his cheek.
Before Jack knew what was happening, his breath was stolen from him. The thief swallowed him down. It took a few delayed seconds before Jack was able to breathe in his surprise, his hips jerking as the fingers in the back of his thighs moved up to dig into the muscles of his ass. He was encouraged to thrust into that wonderful mouth, and Jack couldn't help it--he defied the order and looked down, watching as the most sensuous lips he'd ever seen moved back and forth over his shaft.
The sound of drums filled his ears and Jack knew somewhere in the back of his brain, it meant his blood was signalling. He felt his skin tingle just before his balls drew up tight and his legs began to shake from the escalating shudders. That intense heat, so exquisite, so fine, shot up the shaft and Jack stiffened, locking his muscles in place as he grasped the thief's head, his fingers clutching the soft, silky hair.
"Yes, fuck...fuck...fuck yes!" he cried out with quiet force, coming hard down the man's throat.
The thief moaned loudly, sucking harder between swallows and it seemed to take considerable effort to withdraw Jack's spent cock from his mouth. "God, Jack, I'm so going to fuck you hard."
Jack moaned quietly as he leaned awkwardly on a forearm, the brick holding him up. He couldn't understand how his legs had held him up until he remembered that his knees were locked. The moment he bent them, they started to give out and he dropped down, the man before him catching him and easing the fall to his knees.
Jack found himself under a fierce lip lock, that wonderful tongue plundering his mouth for thorough examination. He wanted to return the favor but his knees wouldn't take the hard ground for long. Not bothering to wait until his afterglow wore off, his fingers fumbled at the man's belt, catching a hint of the erection straining beneath the black trousers.
"Time?" he asked breathlessly as he pulled back.
"Not enough," the thief answered, gasping as his trousers were pulled open.
Jack slipped his hand inside, deftly tightening a fist around the thick shaft. He began an unceremonious pumping action, quick and efficient, designed to get the man off as soon as possible.
"God, Jack."
Jack smiled, watching the reactions of the familiar man, who dropped his head back, panting and wincing from the expert touch. "Fuck my hand, Daniel," he purred, and knowing what would expedite his lover's release, he added, "In an hour, I'm going to yank those trousers down and fuck you so hard over that new bed."
Daniel heard the words and they increased his need, just as Jack intended, damn him. He leaned his forehead on Jack's shoulder while his hips thrust wildly. "Yes, but not before I fuck...fuck...Oh, fuck!" Biting into the collar of Jack's leather jacket, Daniel moaned and came. His fingers clutched at shirt sleeves, nearly ripping cloth as the orgasm shot explosively from him, dotting Jack's exposed abdomen as well as his shirt.
"Bastard," he complained when Jack's hard kiss finally released him.
"Me?"
"I thought you wanted to get fucked?"
"Plenty of time," Jack told him, grinning his head off. "In the mean time, a little search and seizure."
"Great idea," Daniel said, his eyes sparkling. He looked down and found his knife, placing it in the sheath snapped to his belt. "I know of a very good costume shop."
"Forget it, too clichéd," Jack groaned, shaking his head after Daniel pulled him to his feet. His lover didn't say a word and while Jack found that suspicious, he left it alone. They tidied up and headed back to the truck, their legs a bit shaky, their bodies still experiencing the thrum of afterglow.
On their way home, they passed a cop who'd pulled someone over, probably for a traffic offense. Images went through both their minds and they exchanged looks. Jack had the sudden image of shoving Daniel against a wall, of using a nightstick, of getting his mouth on that delicious cock. Jack hastily cleared his throat and forced his eyes back on the road.
"On the other hand..." he said.
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the end