ohmigod, I can't believe I wrote this... SCAM: SG-1

[lyssie]

Disclaimer: Not mine. Rating: NC17/R. Slash.
Notes: Nos' wanted this. Pairing: Jack/Pete
Spoilers: Affinity. Season 8.

Feel Like We're Drowning
by ALC Punk!

Jack wonders if it's a kink picked up from eight years of pretending he isn't attracted to her.

While Pete's mouth is around his cock, sucking and pulling and making his body clench, Jack watches in the mirror. He can see the back of Pete's head, and his own t-shirt clad chest. One of his hands is buried in Pete's brown hair. His own head is tipped back, eyes wide and dark as he stares at himself getting blown by Carter's fiance.

This wouldn't have happened, he knows, if she hadn't been injured. If she weren't lost in a coma and dead to the world.

Or maybe it would have.

Jack has never considered himself gay. The occasional blow job from random male members of the SGC notwithstanding. Don't ask, don't tell, as they say. It's a cliche, but he's all for it.

None of those have been a man he's supposed to hate. Maybe he does hate him, Jack thinks as Pete's teeth graze him, lightly, and a moan is torn from his throat. Who would have thought that a Denver City cop would be *this* good with his mouth. Or maybe this is how he's been promoted so often.

Pete pulls back slightly, and looks up at him, his eyes dark. "She'll be ok, won't she?"

"Yes."

Then Jack doesn't have anymore time for thinking, because Shanahan's mouth closes on him again, and he's working him faster and better than a prom queen on 42nd.

Jack watches himself in the mirror as the orgasm makes him grunt.

He wonders if his female lovers have seen this side of him, or if it's something special that he shares with only the men who suck him off.

"She'll be all right." Shanahan wipes the back of his hand across his mouth and sinks backwards onto his ass.

"Yes." Not quite recovered, Jack carefully moves towards the door. They've been lucky no one else came into the men's room. "I've gotta get back. Work."

"Work." There's a dullness to his voice, but Shanahan nods. Once. Twice. "General O'Neill."

"Shanahan."

"I love her, too."

The words follow Jack as he walks the corridors, wondering if he can take the afternoon off. He really needs a shower.

-f-

Comments

[nostalgia-lj.livejournal.com]

*clings and offers biscuits and sex*

[karma-aster.livejournal.com]

(wails)Oh god...I shouldn't think this is good! I shouldn't!

Dammit, Lyssie! You have to use your powers for good, not evil!

[lytarules.livejournal.com]

*swats evil Lyssie*

But it works, you know. Totally works.

[anr]

Man. That was good. Disturbing... but good.

[canthlian.livejournal.com]

I love you. Now you need to get an idea for an epic-long Jack/Pete fic with lots of sex, crying, and chocolate guns.

Or maybe that's the lack of sleep talking.

[livilla.livejournal.com]

I don't think I'm brave enough to read it yet. Anyone want to supply me with illegal booze?

[woodface]

Sorry, I just can not read this. You can so see this is not my influence. *shakes head at nos'*

[fallenbelle.livejournal.com]

I hate slash normally. At least I thought I did. So you'll understand if I hate myself for actually kinda digging this.

*is disturbed*

Goes off to find fluffy!fic.

And also see if there is more Jack/Pete. No!

[tarzanic.livejournal.com]

Here via nostalgia_lj.

Oddly enough, this well and truly works. Disturbing as all hell, but it works.