for Jack

(from here)

The first thought that crossed his mind was how fucking scary Jack was sometimes. His voice, his eyes, his insanely strong grip...

The second thought that crossed his mind was how fucking sexy Jack was sometimes. His voice, his eyes, his insanely strong grip...

He struggled hard, panic creeping up as his mind flashed back to all the fights they'd had before they'd finally slipped into bed together. He thought of all the times he'd gone home bloody and bruised, and his struggle became genuinely panicked as he tried to get free so he could try and defend himself.

And then he remembered all the times Jack had pinned him down and fucked him so hard he'd seen stars. He remembered the filthy words in his ears and how wound up and intense the other man was sometimes. He remembered how worked up Jack had gotten when he'd patched things up with Neil- and how there had even been an occasion or two that he'd seen that dark look just for being too affectionate with Joe.

He remembered, and his struggles stopped as he met Jack's eyes with his own.

"I can't leave you. I don't know how to any more ...I'm not sure I could even if I did."