'Can't Take the Heat' Part Two. Jack/Daniel NC17

[janedavitt]

I just couldn't help it. Maybe the 400th fic shouldn't be 400 words. Maybe it should be four 400 word bits of smut.

Maybe I just want to write some PWP that's worthy of the name as I generally go off track and get a plot.

It's mostly jenlev's fault for making me wonder what was going to be happening at 800 words so I guessed, got intrigued, and then wrote the 350 odd words leading up to what I guessed at.

Might get on the kinky side... Daniel's in a bad mood and he doesn't seem convinced Jack tripped.

I can't imagine who put that idea into his head.

Previous parts are here



Can't Take the Heat

Part Two


"Jack..." I've never heard him say my name like that before, shaky and dangerous. Then his fingers lock around my wrist and pull my hand away and down. He rubs the heel of my hand along his cock, really hard.

He moans to himself, not me, then leans back and spreads his arms wide, resting them along the top of the couch, and glances down at the buttons he never finished undoing.

I lean forward and begin to unfasten the buttons, starting at the bottom, watching him. He's still fucking furious but he's showing it in what I'm not getting; no smiles; lips tight and closed and still.

"I didn't do it --"

"Shut up."

The weight of the soaked cotton is cold and heavy against my fingers. It's hard to work the buttons through the holes but when I do I get a little bit more skin to look at. Wet skin shimmers. I'd never noticed that before.

Just tap water. Fuck, it wasn't even bottled...

I try again.

"No, really, I wouldn't --"

"Yes, you would." He's given up on making me stay quiet and he sounds so fucking certain I'm guilty that it's scary. "You're not a clumsy man, Jack. And you're good at getting what you want."

The tips of my fingers are numb. "You think I wanted this?" The final button gives way and I peel the soaked shirt off him and rub my chilled hands dry on my jeans.

"Me stripping bare in your house?" Daniel stands up and waits until I reach up and begin to undo his belt. The leather's difficult to handle when it's wet. "Yes."

His zip slides down smoothly though.

When I hook my fingers inside his pants and tug them down, briefs coming too, he grabs at his cock, easing it out just in time and giving me a filthy look.

A moment later he's naked in front of me, cock hard and swaying slightly with every breath he takes.

Daniel's distracting when he breathes.

I'm still not sure how far we're going with this. "I'd offer to lend you something, but nothing I have will fit you." Lie, total lie, but he looks good dressed in shivers.

Daniel glances down at me and smiles coolly. "Oh, you've got something I can squeeze into, I'm sure."

My mouth drops open and his fingers slide inside. "See?"