m_findlow

Title: Bad habits
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, John
Author: m_findlow
Rating: M
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 470 - Amnesty / Challenge 170 - Habit at slashthedrabble
Summary: Jack has developed a terrible habit.

Jack berated himself for the umpteenth time. This time he really did need to go. No more excuses. This had to be the very last time.

Even as he sat there on the edge of the bed, his resolve began to waver. He looked back across at the man lying there in bed. The sheets were all rumpled and twisted in knots, but somehow not a single inch of it was covering him, his whole body gloriously on display, even though he didn't know it. Or perhaps he did. Even sleeping, it was hard to tell if he wasn't trying to intentionally seduce Jack. One look at that body and he wanted to crawl right back over the top of it and worship it with his mouth.

No, they really had to stop doing this. There were no rules that said Agents couldn't be in a relationship, and nothing specific that said you most definitely couldn't be sleeping with your partner.

He hadn't meant for it to happen. In fact, he'd been thoroughly peeved at the assistant director for lumping him with John. By all accounts the man was a walking time bomb, and he'd been handed to Jack to try and tame.

John had made so many advances that Jack had lost count. He couldn't be sure which number he'd been up to when Jack finally relented. Just one time and he'll get it out of his system, Jack told himself, as he was happily stripped bare, John's tongue all over him. And so began his problem. Rather than quelling his partner's desire, he'd thrown petrol on a raging fire, and worst of all, he was enjoying it.

John was the most voracious lover he'd ever known. Perhaps lover was a strong word for it, but no one had ever made Jack feel so physically needed. John was fierce, he was rough, and he was persistent. Jack became addicted to that unique brand of rough sex, desperate need and wild hunger. They could go for days at a time, locked away making love, forgetting all about their mission. John corrupted him with a burning, aching desire, and he could barely think straight until his physical needs had been satisfied. John teased his body, set it aflame, and Jack reciprocated, kissing, sucking, biting, eager to fill his mouth with flesh. John rewarded him each and every time, filling him full to bursting, bucking, thrusting, exploding inside him, sending him over the edge and making him scream out for more.

He needed to stop, though. His career would crumble beneath him if he didn't get his focus back. John Hart was a habit he simply had to break.

He cast another look at John, spreadeagled on the bed. He was just so delicious, lying there, all naked and all his. Perhaps just one last time, before he left, Jack thought. He was already hard just looking at him, and there was only one way he knew how to quench that need.