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23 May 2005 @ 06:01 pm
J/V #12  


XII.

So. That didn't go as planned, Vaughn noticed, coming out of his orgasm haze. He surfaced through fluttering lashes to meet Jack's cold eyes. Gut-punched by the look, he realized that Jack was angry. More than angry, maybe. Possibly even disgusted with him. He put a hand over his own eyes. He'd meant to get Jack worked up, not come like a fifteen-year-old all over the guy's hand.

"You wanted to get into my good graces, I think." Jack's voice was a low thrum with an edge of venom. "Now would be a good time to return the favor."

"If you don't want me to--" Vaughn tried to say.

"If I don't *want* you to?" It wasn't Jack's usual pleasant sarcasm, but something much uglier. "You'll graciously curb your enthusiasm if I don't *want* you to service me? How kind of you, Adam."

Vaughn closed his eyes again for a moment, then opened them. "What do you want me to do?" He couldn't look Jack in the eyes any more, and lay waiting for a reply as the silence stretched. When it reached an improbable length, he finally made himself look at Jack again, and saw the very moment when Jack's face went from indecisive to pitying. Pitying wasn't a nice look on him. If there was anything worse than being the object of Jack's angry disgust, it was falling below his dismissive contempt.

"I think you should get showered off, first." Jack's voice had turned bored. "I'll join you in a minute." He was already moving off to one side of the bed.

"No. Wait." Vaughn caught at him, not bothering for finesse, kissing a shoulder blade and rubbing his cheek across the skin. "It hurts more when I make you angry."

Jack stiffened, pausing, then resettled himself on the bed, lying back with his head on his pillow. "It takes some people years to figure that out. Congratulations."

"You know, I'm not advancing quickly in the agency," Vaughn said, running a hand along Jack's body without any clue what he was doing. "I'm not where my father was at my age. The money isn't that good. The hours suck. There are no--" He pressed his lips to Jack's chest. "--perks."

"Your poor career choices don't interest me."

"Maybe they should. You said you wanted your own CIA agent." He leaned in to brush his lips against Jack's neck. "What if you could have one...in the agency?"

Face bland, Jack said, "You'll have to do a lot better than that if you want to convince me of your...goodwill."

Prick, Vaughn thought. It was hard to sustain a feeling of guilt about any of this when Jack was so fucking Jack.

"Anything," he said, and managed to render Jack speechless for about five seconds. That had to be a record. In the interval, Vaughn straddled him and got another flicker of astonishment. For a second he thought Jack might toss him onto the floor, but he gripped Vaughn by the hips instead. Vaughn adjusted his hips accordingly and enjoyed how Jack's face grew taut with effort. "You're a scary motherfucker, you know that?"

"Yes." Jack sounded distracted.

"Do you like this?" He moved his hips. Jack snapped to attention and glared at him.

"Yes." Jack's voice was dangerously mild. "You can keep doing that."

Vaughn took a deep breath, reassured himself that if he looked like a schmuck he wasn't the only one, blocked all thoughts of surveillance from his mind, and smiled, and did.

One thing they taught you early on in the agency--one of the most basic rules--was that if you made a choice, you should follow it through. If you got caught by Chilean intelligence holding microdata, and your cover was a vacationing dental student from Northwestern, you stuck to that story, even if they tortured you. The worst thing you could do was lose your nerve during a cover. If you made a misstep you bluffed with greater boldness, threw yourself into the act completely. Half-hearted agents, agents who doubted themselves, agents who hesitated at curveballs--they didn't last long.

At this point there was no looking back and no looking forward. It was sex, and maybe it was pointless sex, but it wouldn't be the first pointless sex he'd ever had.

He leaned forward, palms on either side of Jack's head, and inched the sheet down with his knees, which wasn't very effective, but wasn't meant to be. He was repaying Jack for the whole grinding thing. Jack raised his brows as if to say *get on with it* and Vaughn worked his way downward, chest to Jack's chest, mouth to Jack's chest. Jack's hands slid into his hair. Just go with it, Vaughn told himself. Just go with it. A good inner chant could chase distracting thoughts away. Focus.

Focusing was good. Just Mediterranean breezes and salty skin and a lot of forgiving moonlight, and he was doing a good job. He was good. If it was life and death, he'd have to be, and since it might be life and death...yeah. He licked his way around and it wasn't bad, it wasn't tragic or traumatic, just sort of disconcerting if he stopped to think about it, so he didn't. But he would have appreciated more energy from Jack, a little heavy breathing. Because he was good at this, damn it. People had said so. He just needed some proof here.

He was getting dispirited when Jack suddenly stilled and then shuddered. Vaughn tried to analyze exactly what he'd done so that he could repeat it. Biting. That was it. He bit down again and Jack arched his body a fraction of an inch. His fingers were tightening against the sides of Vaughn's head, locking him in place. A surge of heat went through Vaughn and that was it, he didn't need to try anymore. His hips rode the sheets between Jack's legs and he groaned and stopped holding back, mouthing everything he could reach in a frantic rush. Jack gasped and as soon as the sound hit Vaughn he gave his own harsh cry. His skin rippled with sheet lightning and circuits in his brain normally dedicated to good sense shorted out.

A handful of crazy impressions flashed through him--skin and wild need--and then he got his mouth around Jack's cock and went down on him, too excited to go slow. He let Jack grip and move his head and heard himself making helpless sounds of lust as flesh sawed through his mouth. He was coming a second time against the silk sheets before Jack finished in his mouth.

Jaw sore and flushed with heat, Vaughn drew off and rested his head against Jack's hip, trying to catch his breath. Jack seemed to need just as much time to catch his.

"That's...uh. Wow." Vaughn wondered if that was in character, than decided he didn't care. He pushed himself up to look at Jack's face. Jack's eyes were slitted, lips parted around each careful breath. "How'd I do?"

"I think..." Jack paused, drew in another deep steadying breath. "I think I'll let you live."
 
 
 
wyoluvrwyoluvr on May 24th, 2005 01:45 am (UTC)
"That's...uh. Wow." Vaughn wondered if that was in character, than decided he didn't care. He pushed himself up to look at Jack's face. Jack's eyes were slitted, lips parted around each careful breath. "How'd I do?"

"I think..." Jack paused, drew in another deep steadying breath. "I think I'll let you live."


whee!! ::pantpant:: i was half-worried that the porn would never come, that it just be all mind-games, no follow through. i'm sorry i doubted you! i'm not worthy!
Anna S.: vaughneliade on May 24th, 2005 02:05 am (UTC)
I am all about the porn. *g* I am happy if it was good for you. I squee, actually!
wyoluvrwyoluvr on May 24th, 2005 02:54 am (UTC)
Just keep bringing it, baby, that's all i ask ::waggles eyebrows::
That Chick with the Evil Laugh: alias sark squee - neonblisssparkymonster on May 24th, 2005 02:55 pm (UTC)
Although Sark is not in this story, he squees for the porn as well.
nestra on May 24th, 2005 04:00 pm (UTC)
*thinks for a moment about having Sark added to this mix*

*DIES*
Moral Whiplashbkwyrm on May 24th, 2005 01:52 am (UTC)
*wibble*
That was amazingly hot.
Anna S.eliade on May 24th, 2005 02:05 am (UTC)
Yay! :)
cija: saliericija on May 24th, 2005 02:17 am (UTC)
I've had you on my reading list for oh, forever, and you've written so many great things, but it took this to drag a comment out of me. I love this as much as I hate Vaughn, which is to say, a lot - so it makes me feel all conflicted, but in a naughty way. It's terrific.
Anna S.eliade on May 24th, 2005 02:42 am (UTC)
I love this as much as I hate Vaughn, which is to say, a lot

Hey, do I win a toaster if I tempt you from the Dark Side?! Because I'd try even harder. I mean this story--I don't know if you noticed--is packed with subliminal Vaughn!Love. Er, yes. *grin*

Seriously, I am very glad you're liking it--and thank you for delurking! :D
cija: saliericija on May 24th, 2005 03:28 am (UTC)
I actually like Vaughn when he is 1. speaking French, which he does not do nearly enough considering how often they're in "Paris"; 2. being shoved up against a wall by Jack, which only happened once that I can remember; or 3. looking abashed while Jack says mean things to him, which thankfully happens a bit more often. If only they'd let him go back to being a bitchy desk agent and stop trying to make him a badass, I'd be fine with him.

But really, it doesn't matter if I hate him, because I'd read about Jack having sex with a telephone or a houseplant if I had to. Or about Jack saying mean things to the telephone or houseplant until it cried, either way.


Anna S.: agent-coopereliade on May 24th, 2005 04:49 am (UTC)
But really, it doesn't matter if I hate him, because I'd read about Jack having sex with a telephone or a houseplant if I had to. Or about Jack saying mean things to the telephone or houseplant until it cried, either way.

You crack me up. Love this. *grin*
The Alpha Beta: Food Porndiluvian on May 24th, 2005 02:28 am (UTC)
Guh.
Anna S.: agent-coopereliade on May 24th, 2005 02:42 am (UTC)
I see that you express your feelings appropriately with your penis erotic banana icon. Nicely done. *g*
droneish on May 24th, 2005 02:55 am (UTC)
red heart
Favourite lines, the situational honesty:

"You're a scary motherfucker, you know that?"

"Yes." Jack sounded distracted.


And wow, it's taking multiple breaths for Jack to get under control; must be love. ;)


Anna S.: agent-coopereliade on May 24th, 2005 04:50 am (UTC)
And wow, it's taking multiple breaths for Jack to get under control; must be love. ;)

Of course. I am a total sap. :D
pete and gabe's collaborative dicks: lustinlovewithnight on May 24th, 2005 03:15 am (UTC)
Looooovely. :) I've only been commenting sporadically as this has gone along, but I've been reading and very much enjoying all of it.
Anna S.: vaughneliade on May 24th, 2005 04:50 am (UTC)
Thank you! And every time I see your icon I die squee a little inside. *sigh*
julia_herejulia_here on May 24th, 2005 03:33 am (UTC)
HAH! I do believe that Jack has just lost his footing on the slippery slope.

Julia, that steely control seems to be exibiting a certain degree of metal fatigue?
Anna S.eliade on May 24th, 2005 04:51 am (UTC)
Metal fatigue--ha! I just got that. *g*
tafkarfanfictafkarfanfic on May 24th, 2005 03:11 pm (UTC)
It was hard to sustain a feeling of guilt about any of this when Jack was so fucking Jack.

My husband is HATING you, because I keep waking him up by laughing!

The worst thing you could do was lose your nerve during a cover. If you made a misstep you bluffed with greater boldness, threw yourself into the act completely. Half-hearted agents, agents who doubted themselves, agents who hesitated at curveballs--they didn't last long.

And again, this seems very accurate.

But he would have appreciated more energy from Jack, a little heavy breathing. Because he was good at this, damn it. People had said so. He just needed some proof here.

Oh, poor Vaughn! But he figured it out.
nestra on May 24th, 2005 04:01 pm (UTC)
He bit down again and Jack arched his body a fraction of an inch.

It's amazing how erotic that fraction of an inch can be. Along with AmateurCocksucking!Vaughn.
Fandom: karass or granfalloon. Discuss.: supersherrold on May 24th, 2005 10:16 pm (UTC)
Even when I'm panting,
you crack me up:
    It was sex, and maybe it was pointless sex, but it wouldn't be the first pointless sex he'd ever had.
*dies*
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Anna S.eliade on May 30th, 2005 11:06 pm (UTC)
Heeee. You give good egoboo. *g*
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Chasechase820 on June 2nd, 2005 03:20 pm (UTC)
Vaughn using his agency training to help deal with this rapidly fraying situation was sad and wonderful at the same time. I still have no idea what's going on in Jack's head, but that just makes me love him more.

This can't possible end well. Poor bastards.
abbyleeabbylee on June 6th, 2005 05:56 am (UTC)
It was hard to sustain a feeling of guilt about any of this when Jack was so fucking Jack.

I love those two.
kari: hchopeless_childe on February 9th, 2006 12:46 am (UTC)
*panties now in a state of ruin*