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TWFanFic: Uniformed Man [Jack/Jack]

Title: Uniformed Man

On Website: beyond-redemption.net

Rating(s): R/18-Rated

Pairing(s): Jack Harkness/Jack Harkness (“James Harper”)

Summary: Unbetad. James finds the sight of Jack in his uniform truly irresistible.

Word Count: 1210words.

 

Dedication: For gauky_1976, who pestered me into writing a longer (and, ahem, more detailed) version of my uniform drabbles ;) hope this is what you were looking for, babes!

 

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You look good,” James said, with a grin as he stepped into the bathroom. Jack glanced up into the mirror, watching as his lover leant himself against the doorframe. He spared James a smile before turning his attention back to his own reflection and smoothing his hands over the front of his uniform; eyeing the garment critically for any signs of imperfection.

 

James watched him for a moment longer before stepping further into the bathroom. He came up behind Jack, slipping his arms loosely about the Captain’s trim waist as he sidled closer, nuzzling his face into Jack’s neck with a salaciously naughty grin.

 

Jack gave a non-committal sound at the ministrations, smacking at James’ hands and trying not to squirm as his lover pressed wet lips to his neck in a lingering kiss.

 

“You’ll crease me,” Jack muttered, forcing a frown even as a smile threatened to break out across his face. James’ tongue was currently laving its way towards his ear and the spot just beneath his earlobe that made his knees go ridiculously weak.

 

James paused only slightly, flicking his eyes forward to see Jack’s expression in the mirror.

 

“I’ll do more than just crease you,” James purred, offering Jack another wicked grin before pressing onwards with his ministrations. Jack’s breath hitched dramatically in his throat as James nipped at his earlobe, suckling it into his mouth before sliding his tongue around to- to that… spot

 

“Ungh…” Jack bit at his lip, feeling the tell-tale trembling of his legs even as he tried to feign indifference.

 

“Promises, promises,” He managed to choke out, though his words were a little breathlessly spoken. James’ arms tightened, pulling Jack back against his chest. Jack watched James through half-lidded eyes, seeing the spark of mischief that glinted in those stormy blues.

 

“I don’t make promises,” James breathed against his neck. “That was a statement.”

 

“Oh!” Jack found his eyes growing wide as James rolled his hips against his bottom, his hands stroking across his belly in a tease of a caress.

 

“You do sinful things to me in this uniform, Jack.” James pressed a series of kisses to the Captain’s neck as he rolled his hips into him again.

 

“I- it’s not my fault you can’t control yourself, James.” Jack gasped as James’ hand slipped from his stomach to his groin, deft fingers moulding themselves about Jack’s growing erection.

 

“It is,” James grinned again, licking at that spot behind his ear. Jack’s eyes flew open, his gaze landing- wide-eyed and staring- upon the mirror before them and he watched with a hammering heart as James touched him so intimately, so familiarly.

 

Jack’s head felt suddenly light. He flexed his hips into James’ hand, feeling a shiver of delight at the sensation of his lover’s hand on him through the fabric of his pants, touching him, teasing him to aching hardness.

 

“James…”

 

“You know what I like more than you in your uniform, Jack?” James’ other hand moved slowly up his chest, stroking the smooth folds of fabric and fondling the glint of his lapels with every upward inch he travelled.

 

Jack flexed his fingers, his jaw working soundlessly as he tried to process James’ words and reply with something other than wanton groans and half-whimpers.

 

“I like you out of it.” Jack purred; his fingers flicking the jacket open with surprising swiftness. The last, semi coherent part of him noted it likely that James had done this before. The thought lasted only seconds before all rational thinking was lost to him as those same quick fingers reached for the fastenings of his pants.

 

The first touch of warm flesh to flesh tore a loud groan from Jack, his hips bucking instinctively into the hand that curved around his erection, holding the engorged flesh with loose fingers.

 

“Oh…!” Jack whimpered, his head falling back to rest against James’ shoulder as his lover began to stroke him with slow, sure caresses. “James…!”

 

James made to whisper something against his ear, but Jack couldn’t think clearly enough to decipher his words; ripples of pleasure rushing though his body as the tightening of James’ fingers sent the blood rushing past his ears and down to pool in his groin.

 

He groaned throatily, his hips making aborted thrusts into James’ hand in a bid to both prolong and draw out the moment; the feel of James touching him and drawing him ever closer to completion.

 

“I’m going to make you come, Jack,” James was saying. Jack’s eyes rolled open- his gaze landing upon the mirror before them and the sight he made slumped back against his lover. His cheeks flushed and sweat-dampened, his mouth pouting open as he gasped in little puffs of air, his pants pulled wide and his erection held in the pumping grip of James’ hand, the very tip glistening with the seed of his desire.

 

Jack found himself unable to hold back another long moan, his hands reaching to grasp at James’ arms where his fingers could grasp at the fabric of his lover’s shirt in his need to grip at something.

 

“I’m going to make you come,” James repeated, loudly enough for Jack to blink his eyes onto the burning intensity of James’ gaze as it was reflected back to him from the mirror. “I’m going to make you come all over your uniform, Jack,” James wet his lips, his cheeks just as flushed as Jack’s own. He felt the press of his lover’s erection as James rolled his hips into his backside.

 

“Will you do that for me, Jack?” James asked, as if Jack really had a choice. “Will you sully your uniform, for me?”

 

“Oh… yes…” Jack gasped out hoarsely, unable to deny James, not even for the sake of his uniform- new and crisp and yet to be worn out in the glare of the public.

 

“James-! I’m going to…” James’ arm tightened against his chest as his hand picked up the pace, jerking at Jack’s erection till the Captain suddenly stilled, crying out his orgasm in a continuous spurt of white pleasure. The thick substance splattering up his chest as Jack pressed his still pulsating cock flat against his belly.

 

When the world began to make sense once again and his legs no longer felt quite as wobbly as they had mere moments ago, Jack dared to open his eyes and take in the sight they made once again.

 

James’s hand had left his groin and was now trailing through the splatters of come staining into his jacket. Jack whimpered at the image, drawing James’ attention to him. James’ eyes were smouldering with a fire that dried his mouth and made it hard for him to draw breath.

 

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to utter a word as he turned Jack to face him, pushing him up against the low counter till he could press the hardness of his own desire against Jack with a breathless moan. Jack watched, enraptured as his lover began to shed his own clothing, making to follow suit until James’ hands grabbed hold of his own, stilling him.

 

“Leave the jacket on,” James said with a slow smile, and Jack knew that creases would definitely be the last of his worries.

 

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Fin.

 

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Tags: [&]: [m/m]: jack harkness/real!jack, fanfic: torchwood, fic: verse: anywhere is
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