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m_findlowTitle: Up for a challenge
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, John Hart
Author: m_findlow
Rating: M
Length: 1,000 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 188 - Partners at![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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Summary: Jack’s newest assignment is going to be his hardest yet.
Jack was still fuming as he strode down the corridors of the base station, despite having had a full night's sleep and time to calm himself down. He was usually better at keeping his temper in check, but today he found that he was far too incensed by it all to get his emotions under control.
He could have – and probably should have – gone straight back to Command and demanded to see the director. He knew how that conversation would go. He'd grandstand about how he was one of the best field agents and everyone knew it, Command included, and that if they meant to do this to him that he'd resign right then and there. And then the director, in his calm and authoritative way, would agree with him, tell him he was one of their best agents, and that it was the very reason he'd been given this assignment. A chance to redeem someone and save their lives. Wasn't that what the Time Agency was for? And of course, Jack would agree with him and he'd be right back where he started. It was a lose-lose situation and Jack didn't entertain those.
‘I just heard the news,’ said a voice coming down the corridor in the opposite direction. The agent paused just long enough to put a hand on Jack's shoulder and sigh. ‘Watch your six, man.’
Great. So the news had gotten out already. Jack had a new project – one that everyone thought might kill him. Kiss goodbye to your long, glittering career, Jack.
He kept on striding down the corridor, counting off the dorm room doors, finally stopping at the one marked 1617. Current occupant, his new partner, and noticeably absent from the canteen this morning. He pulled his swipe card down the side panel and strode into the room, not planning on using politeness or niceties.
There he was, Captain John Hart. The man who’d nearly been decommissioned by the Agency for his past indiscretions, sprawled naked across the bed without so much as a sheet covering him, wearing only his scruffy military jacket which hung open to reveal his chest, one hand wrapped around his crown jewel, lazily stroking it.
He stretched on the bed and yawned. ‘Ah… morning. It is morning already, isn't it? I mean, not that I'm opposed to having people drop by in the middle of the night to join me. I was just warming myself up. Care to join in?’
Jack scowled, forcing himself to keep his cold, unhappy glare fixed at eye level. ‘We’re scheduled to leave port at O-Nine hundred. It was in the mission briefing, assuming you even read it.’
John maintained an air of nonchalance. ‘Well, it’s not like they're going to tow our ship if we're a few days late, is it? When was the last time you spent more than a few hours on base between missions, huh? I'll admit, the quarters aren't exactly luxurious but the bed has decent enough springs to survive a few days of rigorous sex.’
‘The mission, John.’ Jack forced the words through gritted teeth.
‘Yes, yes, yes,’ came the bored response. ‘I read it. I even did a little reading on you, Jack. You’re a goody two-shoes, aren't you? Commendation here, bravery award there. Gods, but it stinks of desperation to please. Did your daddy pick on you when you were little?’
Jack’s hands balled into fists at his side. ‘Don’t…’ came the one word warning.
‘I happen to find you quite attractive,’ John said, changing the subject, ‘and know that’s not a compliment I hand out lightly. Am I wrong to assume you come well equipped? You look like a man who knows how to manage his tackle.’
‘I'm not screwing around,’ Jack said, before realising the terrible double entendre in his words that John had no doubt latched on to. ‘We're here to do a job.’
‘No, you're here to do a job, I'm here to get a blow job. And the rest if you’re interested.’
Jack snorted and shook his head. ‘You're a real piece of work, you know that? Don't you have any remorse?’
‘Remorse is for suckers. Didn’t they teach you that at the academy?’
‘Your last partner died because of you.’
John rolled his eyes. ‘Oh, not this again. She got shot in the head, okay? Not to mention she was even more annoying than you with all this high moral ground shtick. Sweet goddesses, if she hadn't gotten shot I was going to shoot her myself. That Varshta crime boss stole all my fun.’
Jack lunged forward and grabbed the filthy jacket lapels, hauling John up a foot off the bed. ‘She didn't deserve to die!’
There was an audible click next to Jack's ear and he froze.
‘Careful, Jack,’ John warned, pressing the tip of his gun against Jack's temple, ‘or I'll shoot you dead the way I should have shot her.’
‘You won’t.’
‘What, like it’s hard? Click. Blam! Time Agent brains all over the wall. Easier to say someone had an accident whilst on assignment than explaining a whole lot of blood in a Time Agent’s dorm room, but I'm creative.’
‘Do it and they'll have you vaporised into atoms, just like they'd been planning.’
‘You'd like that, wouldn't you? Bet you'd even get hard watching them obliterate me.’
‘I don't deny I'd find it pleasurable,’ he responded, so close to John's face now that their hot breath was exchanged with every word.
‘Kiss me and we’ll forget all about our little death threats,’ John crooned. ‘Unless that is, you enjoy a bit of gun play.’
Jack’s head began to spin as he gave into some unexplained desire, driving his tongue deep into John's mouth as John reciprocated, pulling Jack down on top of him, tearing at his clothes.
‘This doesn't mean I trust you,’ Jack said when they finally broke away, trying to get his breath back.
‘I know. But isn't it more fun this way?’
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, John Hart
Author: m_findlow
Rating: M
Length: 1,000 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 188 - Partners at
fandomweeklySummary: Jack’s newest assignment is going to be his hardest yet.
Jack was still fuming as he strode down the corridors of the base station, despite having had a full night's sleep and time to calm himself down. He was usually better at keeping his temper in check, but today he found that he was far too incensed by it all to get his emotions under control.
He could have – and probably should have – gone straight back to Command and demanded to see the director. He knew how that conversation would go. He'd grandstand about how he was one of the best field agents and everyone knew it, Command included, and that if they meant to do this to him that he'd resign right then and there. And then the director, in his calm and authoritative way, would agree with him, tell him he was one of their best agents, and that it was the very reason he'd been given this assignment. A chance to redeem someone and save their lives. Wasn't that what the Time Agency was for? And of course, Jack would agree with him and he'd be right back where he started. It was a lose-lose situation and Jack didn't entertain those.
‘I just heard the news,’ said a voice coming down the corridor in the opposite direction. The agent paused just long enough to put a hand on Jack's shoulder and sigh. ‘Watch your six, man.’
Great. So the news had gotten out already. Jack had a new project – one that everyone thought might kill him. Kiss goodbye to your long, glittering career, Jack.
He kept on striding down the corridor, counting off the dorm room doors, finally stopping at the one marked 1617. Current occupant, his new partner, and noticeably absent from the canteen this morning. He pulled his swipe card down the side panel and strode into the room, not planning on using politeness or niceties.
There he was, Captain John Hart. The man who’d nearly been decommissioned by the Agency for his past indiscretions, sprawled naked across the bed without so much as a sheet covering him, wearing only his scruffy military jacket which hung open to reveal his chest, one hand wrapped around his crown jewel, lazily stroking it.
He stretched on the bed and yawned. ‘Ah… morning. It is morning already, isn't it? I mean, not that I'm opposed to having people drop by in the middle of the night to join me. I was just warming myself up. Care to join in?’
Jack scowled, forcing himself to keep his cold, unhappy glare fixed at eye level. ‘We’re scheduled to leave port at O-Nine hundred. It was in the mission briefing, assuming you even read it.’
John maintained an air of nonchalance. ‘Well, it’s not like they're going to tow our ship if we're a few days late, is it? When was the last time you spent more than a few hours on base between missions, huh? I'll admit, the quarters aren't exactly luxurious but the bed has decent enough springs to survive a few days of rigorous sex.’
‘The mission, John.’ Jack forced the words through gritted teeth.
‘Yes, yes, yes,’ came the bored response. ‘I read it. I even did a little reading on you, Jack. You’re a goody two-shoes, aren't you? Commendation here, bravery award there. Gods, but it stinks of desperation to please. Did your daddy pick on you when you were little?’
Jack’s hands balled into fists at his side. ‘Don’t…’ came the one word warning.
‘I happen to find you quite attractive,’ John said, changing the subject, ‘and know that’s not a compliment I hand out lightly. Am I wrong to assume you come well equipped? You look like a man who knows how to manage his tackle.’
‘I'm not screwing around,’ Jack said, before realising the terrible double entendre in his words that John had no doubt latched on to. ‘We're here to do a job.’
‘No, you're here to do a job, I'm here to get a blow job. And the rest if you’re interested.’
Jack snorted and shook his head. ‘You're a real piece of work, you know that? Don't you have any remorse?’
‘Remorse is for suckers. Didn’t they teach you that at the academy?’
‘Your last partner died because of you.’
John rolled his eyes. ‘Oh, not this again. She got shot in the head, okay? Not to mention she was even more annoying than you with all this high moral ground shtick. Sweet goddesses, if she hadn't gotten shot I was going to shoot her myself. That Varshta crime boss stole all my fun.’
Jack lunged forward and grabbed the filthy jacket lapels, hauling John up a foot off the bed. ‘She didn't deserve to die!’
There was an audible click next to Jack's ear and he froze.
‘Careful, Jack,’ John warned, pressing the tip of his gun against Jack's temple, ‘or I'll shoot you dead the way I should have shot her.’
‘You won’t.’
‘What, like it’s hard? Click. Blam! Time Agent brains all over the wall. Easier to say someone had an accident whilst on assignment than explaining a whole lot of blood in a Time Agent’s dorm room, but I'm creative.’
‘Do it and they'll have you vaporised into atoms, just like they'd been planning.’
‘You'd like that, wouldn't you? Bet you'd even get hard watching them obliterate me.’
‘I don't deny I'd find it pleasurable,’ he responded, so close to John's face now that their hot breath was exchanged with every word.
‘Kiss me and we’ll forget all about our little death threats,’ John crooned. ‘Unless that is, you enjoy a bit of gun play.’
Jack’s head began to spin as he gave into some unexplained desire, driving his tongue deep into John's mouth as John reciprocated, pulling Jack down on top of him, tearing at his clothes.
‘This doesn't mean I trust you,’ Jack said when they finally broke away, trying to get his breath back.
‘I know. But isn't it more fun this way?’
