Fic: Three Weeks, Sky/Jack, 18
Mar. 15th, 2007 04:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anitabuchan1. Someone should have really told me that second year involved this much more work then first year. And if they'd pointed out that I need a B average to go onto honours, that would've been nice as well, because exams are in May and I'm starting to freak already.
2. I've watched the first two episodes of PROO...not impressed. It's the characters. For NS, DT and SPD I fell in love with one or more characters almost immediately. MS, that didn't happen, and I ended up only watching about 9 episodes. I can see the same happening with OO. The only one I mildly like so far is Rose and possible Will. Others annoy me.
3. Arsenal. You make me so depressed. Losing in all three cup competitions in 11 days is not good. But I'm still hopeful for second. Every season, I swear I won't get this caught up...always do.
4. Falkirk. You were doing so well. You have now lost eight matches in a row. That is even more depressing than Arsenal, which takes some doing.
Title: Three Weeks
Pairing: Jack/Sky
Rating: 18
Warning: See the rating. Fairly explicit sex.
A/N: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
prsw22 'animals' prompt.
Jack, home after a long day that Piggy had made even longer, stopped in his bedroom doorway and stared.
One, because Sky was there, and Sky had been off-planet on SPD business for the last three weeks and wasn’t supposed to be back until the end of the month. Two, because if he was surprised to see Sky, he was even more surprised to see Sky standing on a chair fixing a light-bulb – granted, a light-bulb which had developed an annoying blink, but it still wasn’t something his brain really had enough energy to make sense of.
Three, because Sky’s shirt had gotten caught in his jacket, and both had ridden up while Sky stretched, exposing a thin sliver of pale skin that Jack wanted to kiss and lick and suck and God, three weeks was way too long.
Sky heard Jack come in and started to turn, opening his mouth to speak, but before Sky got a word out Jack was across the room and yanking him down into an awkward crouch, smashing their mouths together in something that closer resembled an attack than a kiss.
A ragged fingernail caught at his neck, which didn’t really hurt, but Sky was still unbalanced and next his thumb jabbed at Jack’s adam’s apple, his other arm flailing in mid-air for something to grip. Jack to advantage of the situation to yank Sky off the chair, and the sudden jerk caused them to break apart.
Sky was still clutching at him for balance, gasping and shocked and looking more than a little confused. So Jack kissed him again, sucking Sky’s lower lip into his mouth before biting down, and Sky made a noise which went straight to his groin and made him extremely glad that the dodgy light-bulb had been in the bedroom. His hands went down to grip Sky’s ass, and although the blue ranger tensed he didn’t pull away, which was all the consent Jack needed.
His dragged his hands up to find the skin Sky had flashed earlier, curling his fingers around Sky’s waist and dragging him towards the bed. Sky was starting to respond a little more vigorously, making an attempt to push his tongue into Jack’s mouth, and after a brief battle Jack let him. Because as soon as Sky succeeded Jack sucked on it, twisting his own tongue around Sky’s in a sinuous caress, feeling Sky slump against him in response.
Which made it so much easier to topple back onto the bed, Sky a heavy weight pressing him down into the mattress. One of his legs fell between Jack’s thighs. Jack pressed up against it, grinding in an attempt to find friction and pressure.
Sky, maybe jealous or maybe just being Sky, tried to move his leg away. Tried, because he couldn’t move very far with Jack’s hands clamped over his ass. But he managed to shift enough that Jack wasn’t having nearly so much fun, and, really, when had it ever been a good idea to let Sky be on top?
He let go of Sky’s ass, and Sky pulled away from the kiss to complain or query or something, Jack didn’t care, because he was already shoving up and twisting around with enough force to roll Sky over and land on top of him.
Much better.
Sky looked up at him, lips swollen and pupils smudged with arousal, a scowl already starting to form on his brow. Jack didn’t let it reach completion, leaning forward to reconnect their lips.
And Sky obviously didn’t mind too much, because his hands starting grabbing Jack’s t-shirt with more enthusiasm than actual purpose. He awkwardly yanked it up to around Jack’s armpits, not bothering to ask if Jack would raise his arms but just tugging hard enough that Jack got the message. Jack lifted his arms over his head and Sky pulled it off, immediately starting to fold it in what Jack assumed was some sort of reflex action, possibly encoded on Tate DNA.
He got the shirt off Sky, discarding it onto the floor. That done, he started work on Sky’s clothes, of which there always seemed to be too many. And he wasn’t helped by Sky, who seemed content to fiddle with Jack’s trouser fastenings. Jack went to bat his fingers away, but then Sky raised an eyebrow at him and slipped a hand inside Jack’s boxers to close around Jack’s cock and oh, God, Jack did not want him to stop.
Sky’s mouth quirked into a grin as he watched Jack’s reaction, squeezing his fist tighter around Jack’s cock. Jack felt his neck go loose and he let his head tip back, groaning out loud in a way Sky really looked far too smug about. Which gave him just enough motivation to push Sky away, because while a hand-job was nice it wasn’t exactly what he’d been hoping for.
This time Sky got the message, withdrawing his hand and maybe Jack was mad to stop him, because now he just wanted it back again. But a naked Sky would be even better, and as soon as Sky got his top off Jack yanked him forwards to place a bruising kiss on his collarbone.
Sky hissed, so Jack sucked harder, pressing down with his teeth till Sky’s fingers tangled in his dreads. He used his tongue to soothe the sore skin, already turned a pinky-purple with darker spots of red. Sky would probably sulk later but now he shuddered, eyelids fluttering, and damn but Jack wanted to be naked already.
Which didn’t take long, Sky now eager to help, and as soon as Jack’s cock was free he couldn’t resist rubbing against Sky’s stomach, seeking friction and rasp. He dropped his head into the crook of Sky’s shoulder, happy to lick and nip at the skin there, uncaring if he left further marks. What Sky was complaining about, Jack didn’t know, but the blue ranger was muttering something under his breath and shoving at Jack and wriggling and just generally being a nuisance.
Except then he wrapped one lube-slick hand around Jack’s cock, and curled one leg up around Jack’s waist, and Jack couldn’t do much but pause and enjoy the smooth skin pressed against and around him.
The moment of stillness cleared his head enough that he realised Sky had reached his other hand between his own legs to prepare himself, and normally the mere thought of Sky doing that was enough to send Jack mad but right now he didn’t think he could get much harder, and couldn’t Sky just hurry up? And then Sky’s hand slipped away and Jack kissed Sky again, as the other man cocked his hips in a way that meant, ready.
Jack thrust in, the smoothness coming from practise and experience, Sky arching up beneath him. Jack groaned at the tightness and heat surrounding his cock, so tight he almost stopped to check if Sky was alright because it had been three weeks. But Sky’s fingernails were scratching tracks across his back, his hands sticky and feverishly hot, and Sky would be complaining if he wasn’t enjoying this as much as Jack. So Jack gave up thinking about it, and fucked him.
Sky’s body moved under his in the familiar rhythm, rocking into Jack and rubbing his cock up against Jack’s belly. Which couldn’t be enough, not really, and as both Sky’s hands were now curled around Jack’s buttocks he figured he better do the honours, fisting his hand around Sky’s cock. Sky moaned, biting his lip as his eyes slid closed, head falling back against the bedspread. But Jack didn’t have the energy spare to actually move his hand, leaving Sky to thrust up into his clenched fist.
He pressed his mouth into Sky’s neck once more, muffling his groans in sweat-damp skin and becoming aware that he really wasn’t going to last much longer. Sky was shuddering against him, sending vibrations down his cock. Jack let his mouth fall open and at the scrape of teeth Sky twisted, the movement enough the Jack came, shouting out wordlessly and thrusting hard as his vision narrowed and the outside world ceased to exist.
He collapsed against Sky, happy enough to lie there and pant, but he realised that it might just be polite to roll aside a little and let Sky slide a hand between their bodies. Jack kept his fingers curled around Sky’s cock, so Sky wrapped his hand around Jack’s and guided them both as he brought himself off.
Jack watched his face as he came, the tension and release, and when Sky was done leaned over to give him another kiss, this one little more than a press of lips.
Sky watched him wearily, taking a moment before trying to speak. “What was that about?” he asked eventually. “Not that I’m complaining.”
Jack stretched down, finding Sky’s hand and ignoring the wet stickiness he felt there to squeeze it in his own. “I think I missed you.”
2. I've watched the first two episodes of PROO...not impressed. It's the characters. For NS, DT and SPD I fell in love with one or more characters almost immediately. MS, that didn't happen, and I ended up only watching about 9 episodes. I can see the same happening with OO. The only one I mildly like so far is Rose and possible Will. Others annoy me.
3. Arsenal. You make me so depressed. Losing in all three cup competitions in 11 days is not good. But I'm still hopeful for second. Every season, I swear I won't get this caught up...always do.
4. Falkirk. You were doing so well. You have now lost eight matches in a row. That is even more depressing than Arsenal, which takes some doing.
Title: Three Weeks
Pairing: Jack/Sky
Rating: 18
Warning: See the rating. Fairly explicit sex.
A/N: For
prsw22 'animals' prompt.Jack, home after a long day that Piggy had made even longer, stopped in his bedroom doorway and stared.
One, because Sky was there, and Sky had been off-planet on SPD business for the last three weeks and wasn’t supposed to be back until the end of the month. Two, because if he was surprised to see Sky, he was even more surprised to see Sky standing on a chair fixing a light-bulb – granted, a light-bulb which had developed an annoying blink, but it still wasn’t something his brain really had enough energy to make sense of.
Three, because Sky’s shirt had gotten caught in his jacket, and both had ridden up while Sky stretched, exposing a thin sliver of pale skin that Jack wanted to kiss and lick and suck and God, three weeks was way too long.
Sky heard Jack come in and started to turn, opening his mouth to speak, but before Sky got a word out Jack was across the room and yanking him down into an awkward crouch, smashing their mouths together in something that closer resembled an attack than a kiss.
A ragged fingernail caught at his neck, which didn’t really hurt, but Sky was still unbalanced and next his thumb jabbed at Jack’s adam’s apple, his other arm flailing in mid-air for something to grip. Jack to advantage of the situation to yank Sky off the chair, and the sudden jerk caused them to break apart.
Sky was still clutching at him for balance, gasping and shocked and looking more than a little confused. So Jack kissed him again, sucking Sky’s lower lip into his mouth before biting down, and Sky made a noise which went straight to his groin and made him extremely glad that the dodgy light-bulb had been in the bedroom. His hands went down to grip Sky’s ass, and although the blue ranger tensed he didn’t pull away, which was all the consent Jack needed.
His dragged his hands up to find the skin Sky had flashed earlier, curling his fingers around Sky’s waist and dragging him towards the bed. Sky was starting to respond a little more vigorously, making an attempt to push his tongue into Jack’s mouth, and after a brief battle Jack let him. Because as soon as Sky succeeded Jack sucked on it, twisting his own tongue around Sky’s in a sinuous caress, feeling Sky slump against him in response.
Which made it so much easier to topple back onto the bed, Sky a heavy weight pressing him down into the mattress. One of his legs fell between Jack’s thighs. Jack pressed up against it, grinding in an attempt to find friction and pressure.
Sky, maybe jealous or maybe just being Sky, tried to move his leg away. Tried, because he couldn’t move very far with Jack’s hands clamped over his ass. But he managed to shift enough that Jack wasn’t having nearly so much fun, and, really, when had it ever been a good idea to let Sky be on top?
He let go of Sky’s ass, and Sky pulled away from the kiss to complain or query or something, Jack didn’t care, because he was already shoving up and twisting around with enough force to roll Sky over and land on top of him.
Much better.
Sky looked up at him, lips swollen and pupils smudged with arousal, a scowl already starting to form on his brow. Jack didn’t let it reach completion, leaning forward to reconnect their lips.
And Sky obviously didn’t mind too much, because his hands starting grabbing Jack’s t-shirt with more enthusiasm than actual purpose. He awkwardly yanked it up to around Jack’s armpits, not bothering to ask if Jack would raise his arms but just tugging hard enough that Jack got the message. Jack lifted his arms over his head and Sky pulled it off, immediately starting to fold it in what Jack assumed was some sort of reflex action, possibly encoded on Tate DNA.
He got the shirt off Sky, discarding it onto the floor. That done, he started work on Sky’s clothes, of which there always seemed to be too many. And he wasn’t helped by Sky, who seemed content to fiddle with Jack’s trouser fastenings. Jack went to bat his fingers away, but then Sky raised an eyebrow at him and slipped a hand inside Jack’s boxers to close around Jack’s cock and oh, God, Jack did not want him to stop.
Sky’s mouth quirked into a grin as he watched Jack’s reaction, squeezing his fist tighter around Jack’s cock. Jack felt his neck go loose and he let his head tip back, groaning out loud in a way Sky really looked far too smug about. Which gave him just enough motivation to push Sky away, because while a hand-job was nice it wasn’t exactly what he’d been hoping for.
This time Sky got the message, withdrawing his hand and maybe Jack was mad to stop him, because now he just wanted it back again. But a naked Sky would be even better, and as soon as Sky got his top off Jack yanked him forwards to place a bruising kiss on his collarbone.
Sky hissed, so Jack sucked harder, pressing down with his teeth till Sky’s fingers tangled in his dreads. He used his tongue to soothe the sore skin, already turned a pinky-purple with darker spots of red. Sky would probably sulk later but now he shuddered, eyelids fluttering, and damn but Jack wanted to be naked already.
Which didn’t take long, Sky now eager to help, and as soon as Jack’s cock was free he couldn’t resist rubbing against Sky’s stomach, seeking friction and rasp. He dropped his head into the crook of Sky’s shoulder, happy to lick and nip at the skin there, uncaring if he left further marks. What Sky was complaining about, Jack didn’t know, but the blue ranger was muttering something under his breath and shoving at Jack and wriggling and just generally being a nuisance.
Except then he wrapped one lube-slick hand around Jack’s cock, and curled one leg up around Jack’s waist, and Jack couldn’t do much but pause and enjoy the smooth skin pressed against and around him.
The moment of stillness cleared his head enough that he realised Sky had reached his other hand between his own legs to prepare himself, and normally the mere thought of Sky doing that was enough to send Jack mad but right now he didn’t think he could get much harder, and couldn’t Sky just hurry up? And then Sky’s hand slipped away and Jack kissed Sky again, as the other man cocked his hips in a way that meant, ready.
Jack thrust in, the smoothness coming from practise and experience, Sky arching up beneath him. Jack groaned at the tightness and heat surrounding his cock, so tight he almost stopped to check if Sky was alright because it had been three weeks. But Sky’s fingernails were scratching tracks across his back, his hands sticky and feverishly hot, and Sky would be complaining if he wasn’t enjoying this as much as Jack. So Jack gave up thinking about it, and fucked him.
Sky’s body moved under his in the familiar rhythm, rocking into Jack and rubbing his cock up against Jack’s belly. Which couldn’t be enough, not really, and as both Sky’s hands were now curled around Jack’s buttocks he figured he better do the honours, fisting his hand around Sky’s cock. Sky moaned, biting his lip as his eyes slid closed, head falling back against the bedspread. But Jack didn’t have the energy spare to actually move his hand, leaving Sky to thrust up into his clenched fist.
He pressed his mouth into Sky’s neck once more, muffling his groans in sweat-damp skin and becoming aware that he really wasn’t going to last much longer. Sky was shuddering against him, sending vibrations down his cock. Jack let his mouth fall open and at the scrape of teeth Sky twisted, the movement enough the Jack came, shouting out wordlessly and thrusting hard as his vision narrowed and the outside world ceased to exist.
He collapsed against Sky, happy enough to lie there and pant, but he realised that it might just be polite to roll aside a little and let Sky slide a hand between their bodies. Jack kept his fingers curled around Sky’s cock, so Sky wrapped his hand around Jack’s and guided them both as he brought himself off.
Jack watched his face as he came, the tension and release, and when Sky was done leaned over to give him another kiss, this one little more than a press of lips.
Sky watched him wearily, taking a moment before trying to speak. “What was that about?” he asked eventually. “Not that I’m complaining.”
Jack stretched down, finding Sky’s hand and ignoring the wet stickiness he felt there to squeeze it in his own. “I think I missed you.”
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Date: 2007-03-15 05:36 pm (UTC)You'll do fine thou.It all goes very fast, trust me.
Now to the fic: GAH. My brain is melted. Squeeeeeeeeee. I think I missed you Anita. ;)
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Date: 2007-03-16 11:27 am (UTC)Melted brain = good. And I've realised that I missed writing Sky and Jack.
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Date: 2007-03-15 09:24 pm (UTC)Conversely though I did a lot better than I had in first year, I think because my first year was more general (all the lectures were for all students in the department regardless of degree course) whereas second year actually focused on the subjects specific to my degree.
I'm sure you'll be fine and have no problems getting the grades you need for honours.
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Date: 2007-03-16 11:30 am (UTC)I think part of the reason I'm doing better in second year is partly because it's not so general, but also because I know how to do things, if that makes sense! It was a huge change from school, where you were guided through each step.
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Date: 2007-04-07 06:48 am (UTC)