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CommCen: There's a First Time for Everything

who jack + isaac
what commcen besties become something more than besties
rating AS for Awkward Sexytimes
warnings adorableness

[When Jack was recruited, they told him he'd be a field agent who also happened to have tests performed on him frequently. The reality of it turned out to be more that he was a lab rat who they kept promising they'd send out on missions "when he's ready."

At first Jack was upset, but he's come to terms with it when one of the agents who works out of the VA office hands him a folder. They're sending him out.

He has no idea how to prepare for a mission, so he doesn't. He does what the agency tells him to (a nagging thought tells him that's what he does best, but he ignores it), and into the field he goes.

The mission turns out to be a whirlwind of destruction and mayhem. Jack is not subtle, and the agency knew that before they chose him for the mission. When he finally returns, the scientists pull him in for a long series of tests before they finally release him back home for some much-needed rest.

Jack, a man who can feel well rested on a twenty-minute nap and can go for days without a proper night's sleep, is tired. When he walks up to the door of his house (a small affair not too far from the agency), it is mid-afternoon on a beautiful day in late May. The sun feels so good on his face that he drives with the top down the whole way and sits in his car for a moment before getting out of it when he gets home. When he finally does, he notices a familiar motorcycle in the drive.

The door is unlocked.

He pushes it open.]

Isaac?

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[ They'd swapped keys like it hadn't meant much. When Isaac had made the executive decision to road trip it all the way down going twenty to thirty over the speed limit and accruing a bruising ticket, well, he thought to himself over the loud roar of the engine that he wouldn't do this for anyone else. Maybe Nicole a long time ago, but Nicole was dead. Maybe for a kid he'd never had, or a best friend he'd never known until now. It seemed invasive to use it now when Jack wasn't home, but a tip off from VA was a tip off and he was determined to get there before Jack got through the front door.

He doesn't drink, but he goes to a liquor store in town and loads up like a binge drinker, a couple of bottles of Jack (maybe he's feeling humorous today), a nice vodka, and a tall, slender bottle of 151 that he'd opened out of curiosity and regretted the sheer smell of it (like paint peeler, but sweeter).

When Jack opens the door, he's slumped on the couch near the window, looking up as soon as the door clicks and gripping the arm tightly. ]

Jack--

[ He wants to say "you're okay" but in truth, Jack looks tired. It doesn't stop him from getting up and nearly tripping over himself to meet him there. He feels like he's standing too close but a part of him doesn't really care when he genuinely wraps his arms around him and feels the general give of him, sun-warmed and aching and it feels like hugging relief to see Jack on two feet rather than on an autopsy table or never again. ]

--Welcome back.

[Jack stares for a moment, at Isaac, at his house, at home with the one person he really wanted to see right now, and before he realizes what's happening Isaac's got his arms around him and Jack relaxes into his hold. His arms lift and hover for a moment before he wraps them around Isaac's lower back and leans his head on his shoulder.

Jack breathes in. Isaac smells like engine grease and whatever deodorant he wears, and Jack's never smelled anything he liked better in his whole life.

In an instant, he's full of relief and relaxation.

He's home. Isaac's here.

Everything's just fine.]

Thanks.

[ He feels the weight of Jack's hands against his back, the reality that he is here and alive and well. A few more bruises than he remembers, but hell, he's... okay. Isaac's fingers find purchase in his sweater, cling more than he means to, but he doesn't want to let go, not yet at least.

So he stays like this for a few more beats, counts them in his chest and in his head before he finally lets go with a soft breath and pulls back, smoothing down his own shirt briefly. ]

Sorry, I know you probably want to rest, I just... [ He draws his lips in briefly. ] thought you might need some help?

[When Isaac pulls back, Jack retreats, a slight pang of regret sounding in his chest, though he doesn't really understand why. He sways slightly at the loss of support, and reaches out a hand to put on Isaac's shoulder, in part to maintain contact and in part to stay standing.]

...no, that's... yeah.

[He needs help. He knows it. The echoes of the mission are clamoring in the recesses of his memory and they sound too much like Rapture right now. The interaction with the scientists didn't help at all.]

I need help convincing myself I'm a human being, not... [He swallows, and can't meet Isaac's eyes.] ...a killing machine. Or a monster. Or whatever.

Hey...

[ He starts it out soft, reaching up a hand a grabbing Jack's jaw carefully, cradling it against his palm as he finds his eyes, still hazy with blood, EVE running through his veins, claws sunk in deep. He drinks and smokes enough to knock down a hundred men just to keep it passive and at bay. Isaac thumbs the line of his jaw, slightly rough with stubble, and he digs it, enough to bring him back, enough to smart just slightly--not cruel, but kind. Stay with me. Stay right here. ]

Hey.

[ His voice is soft, a breath on the back of one's neck as he reaches around and pushes the door closed, locking it with a smooth motion before letting go of his jaw and moving his hand to his wrist.

You can stay there. ]

The hell you think I drove all this way for? [ It's unspoken: Not a machine, not a monster. Just you. ] ... You. [ A beat as he draws him further into the apartment with him. ] Jack Wynand. That guy. You. [ And somewhere in Isaac's chest, he feels every muscle tighten as his thumb strokes bruised knuckles. ]

[The steps he takes as he follows Isaac in are slow, shuffling, his attention concentrating more on the feeling of Isaac's hand on his face, then his wrist, meeting his gaze again and somehow unable to look away.

He knows those eyes. They've looked into each other and seen each other at their very worst, at the bottom of the hell hole of twisted madness, and they leaned on each other as they struggled out.

If there's one thing Jack's certain of, it's that no matter what happens, if Isaac's there, they can make it out. Together. If they could make it out of their own labyrinthine minds, they can make it out of anything.]

Just Jack.

[It's a soft, automatic reminder, one that's hardly necessary. He uses "Wynand" because it works, but he doesn't like it much better than "Ryan." They're reminders of things he doesn't want to remember. No one in the agency calls him "Mr. Wynand" more than once. It only ever takes one correction. But the use of the name doesn't diminish what Isaac's saying.]

Jack.

[ He says it softly, with meaning even though it's hushed. The apartment is quiet, bathed in the in-between afternoon light that says "sit" and "rest" and maybe even encourages your mouth to pull up just slightly at the corners. They stay close to one another and for a moment, Isaac takes in the feeling of Jack's pulse through his skin, the way the junction of his own thumb and forefinger remain close to his throat, palm flat on his shoulder. He's reluctant to relinquish any sort of touch on him at all.

Maybe he's just afraid he'll up and disappear again, just like that.

Gone.

He's tempted to suggest things. Maybe he's got a migraine, have a drink the kill the pain, lay him down, take a shower, watch something mindless like that dumb movie he's got on the coffee table that, according to the receipt, is a month overdue.

Instead he just pulls forward again and slides arms around him, pulling him back into the embrace with his face pressed into the pulse of his neck, feeling the way it barely flutters against his breath. It's good to have you home, the gesture says. It's good to know you aren't dead somewhere I can't help. ]

[Pulled into the hug, Jack lets out a long sigh and relaxes into it, his arms sliding around Isaac's shoulders and holding him tightly, one hand sliding into his hair.

Thank you for being here. Don't leave.

The embrace is far more comforting than Jack could ever have guessed.]

Isaac I...

[He's not sure what he's trying to say. He feels like he has something to say, but he doesn't know what it is or how to express it the overwhelming feelings he's having right now.]

[ It's a heartbeat in between thoughts, and Isaac is having a hard time deciding whether or not he ought to hug him more or lift up his head. So he goes for the latter, and it's something rash that overcomes him. It's something that's been growing for a long time over his shoulder blades and working its way between his ribs.

We've come a long way, he thinks. From straitjackets that he recalls and medications and feeling lethargic while Jack talks at him with an all-too-cheery voice.

He leans up and it's a single, smooth motion, pressing dry lips to Jack's and pressing in slowly, like he means it, because he does. His eyes close tightly and for a moment everything in him seems to jump before settling once more. ]

[Jack freezes and his eyes widen, but he doesn't pull away. The feelings he's been unable to fully identify or name seem to burn bright like a bonfire, and his hand tightens slightly in Isaac's hair as his eyes slide shut and he leans into the kiss.

They've known each other for a long time, and it all seems to have been leading here somehow, to this moment, filling Jack with a sort of contented happiness he had only experienced a few times before, all of them with Isaac.]

[ He is awash with a feeling that mingles in his mouth like a sigh of relief. The slight tug at his hair, the press back against his lips, warm, makes him chuckle a bit behind his mouth, reluctant to pull back but, able to all the same. His fingers find his sweater and tighten in the threads softly. Nearby, his mouth twitches into a smile and his eyes flicker from Jack's, to his mouth, to his throat and back before he leans in and kisses him again, soft and fleeting, a punctuation to a long sentence. ]

I...

[ Isaac doesn't finish his sentence. I like you. I like you a lot. I might even love you. There are so many things I want to do with you.

He tugs softly at the sweater, pulling him further into the apartment. This is your home. Don't act like a stranger. Don't step lightly. He kisses him again the further they go inside of the room, guiding him step by step. This is where you can lay down your head, where you can rest. Instead of speaking at all, he just smiles, keeps his hand clutched firm over the fabric against his heart. ]

[Jack's smiling. He doesn't smile often, never has, but he's always found it easier to smile with Isaac than anyone else, no matter the situation. He smiles, and he kisses back, and it feels right, it feels good, it feels warm and happy and safe and comfortable and everything Jack's never really felt with anyone else.

He follows Isaac's gentle pulling, his hands making their way to Isaac's hips, because that's what feels right, that's what makes sense, and honestly he's not thinking right now. He's done thinking for a while.

Isaac doesn't need to speak, and Jack doesn't really have anything to say. They're saying it all in the way they hold each other, the way Jack's hands weave into Isaac's shirt like they were made together, the way Jack smiles and looks back and looks back into Isaac's eyes and suddenly he just has to laugh. Just quietly. A soft laugh that's punctuated by another kiss because that's good. And he wants it to keep happening.]

[ The door hits his shoulders first, and he nudges it roughly, feeling it give and swing open without much protest, hitting the wall. Sharp as the noise is, Isaac can't care as his motions get a bit more desperate, a bit more ah fuck it as he begins to ruck up Jack's sweater over his stomach, aiming to take it off.

He's reluctant to break the kiss (again), but he has to in order to get the damn thing over his head and onto the floor. ]

[Oh. That's. Coming off. All right.

To be honest, Jack isn't entirely sure what's going on, but he knows he likes it, so he obligingly lifts his arms and helps Isaac take it off. He doesn't even care where it falls, he just wants to kiss Isaac again, so he does, his hands cupping either side of Isaac's head as he does.]

[ The sweater comes free easily and Jack's hands come up to hold his face. It's a moment that makes him still almost immediately, eyes focused straight ahead. One of his hands brush against Jack's fingers, grabbing them. Rough, warm, dry, callused. It feels good against the rasping stubble on his jaw.

Isaac leans in and presses a kiss to his throat once, twice, three times, each lower than the last until he's nuzzling against the rise of his collarbone, steadily tugging him in by his waist now. ]

[Jack complies with each tug, following the pull of Isaac's hands and relishing the feeling of Isaac's lips on his skin, his head tilting down to brush his own lips against Isaac's hair, inhaling the smell of him like he needs him in every part of him, filling his lungs, his vessels, his skin.]

[ Feeling out the bed is an accident. It knocks him out from under his feet before he can actually take a seat. While careening into it hadn't exactly been his original plan, Isaac finds that the momentum from the fall makes his heart leap into his throat and brings him to grab onto Jack just a bit more.

It's exhilarating, that feeling of letting out, mouth on mouth and hands against him.

Nothing's felt this right in a long time, so Isaac goes running with it, as if afraid it might become a too-real dream that leaves his mouth damp and ribs clutching at his heart.

The buttons on his shirt are obnoxious, but it works at them one-handed, loathe to let go of Jack completely. ]

[The fall pulls Jack over because he can't let go, he can't keep his hands off of Isaac. He manages not to completely fall on top of Isaac, but he laughs into the kiss and slides his hands beneath Isaac's shirt and onto his skin and it feels so good, like a dam's broken and something's been set free that Jack never fully realized needed to flow freely.

Jack pulls at the buttons in an attempt to help, but he only seems to get in Isaac's way so he stops and settles for keeping both hands on his chest, feeling the way the muscles move beneath his skin, the way he expands with every inhale.]

[ When Jack attempts to help, Isaac laughs, brushing his fingers with his own before shooing them away to get at the buttons himself. He pulls free of the shirt quickly in a series of twisting motions, tossing it to land on the floor. He's desperate at this point, settling his hands on Jack's hips and pressing them close together, feeling skin against skin in a way that is nearly electrifying.

But he has to part to ask quietly between breaths: ] You alright?

[ You did just walk in the door... ]

[Skin on skin and his breath coming fast, Jack stares at Isaac with a look of surprise.

He laughs.]

You're asking me now?

[It seems a strange time for it.]

I'm better now.

[And, grinning, he dips his head down to kiss Isaac briefly.]

A lot better.

[ The kiss practically consumes what's left of his thinking for moment that it happens. It leaves him warm, wanting more. ]

Better than not at all.

[ He lets his hands smooth their way back up his sides and down again as he kisses him, a slow and lingering kiss that lulls his eyes shut, isolates each breath and focuses on every touch from fingering down every rib to the line of his jeans. ]

[The kiss pulls him in, fills him with a warm comfort, like he's really and truly home, safe, and happy, possibly for the first time in his life.

Isaac's hands are warm on his skin, and he almost wants to feel them traveling down his chest forever, right up until the moment when they reach his jeans and he realizes he wants more than that. He's just not entirely sure what.

One of his hands comes to rest on Isaac's chest, just over his heart, feeling the faint rhythm of it beneath his ribcage.]

[ The hand on his chest brings him to pull away just slightly, eyes finding Jack's promptly. They've been around one another long enough that Isaac can tell the slightest bit of hesitation. His fingers give pause, lingering, resting against his skin. His eyes never leave his, searching them as he finds the front of his belt and slowly pulls it free from the clasp.

With a small motion, he presses their foreheads together slightly.

This is alright? It isn't said, but it is meant, the way his fingers splay up his stomach slightly. ]

[The message is clear to Jack, and he appreciates the pause, the silent question before anything goes further, but there's no hesitancy in his gaze, none at all. He smiles and closes the distance to kiss Isaac again, slow and warm. His hand slides down to cover Isaac's.

It's alright.]

[ It's a kiss that makes Isaac warm to his core, sighing softly against his mouth. The button comes free, the zipper comes down, and he is palming him almost carefully in his hand.

Warmer than he'd anticipated... but what did he actually anticipate?

He kisses him with a bit more vigor this time, squeezing him with a light touch. ]

[That elicits a deep moan from Jack, and his returning kiss is enthusiastic as his hands start to trail down Isaac's sides and across his chest, reveling in the warmth of his skin, the feeling of it against his.]

[ Enthusiastic and frantic, Isaac feels it in his blood, like he might never get this chance again. Jack's hands sliding against his sides bring him to laugh softly against his mouth. The moan is a reward, so Isaac continues, pulling his mouth away to press it against the line of his jaw, his throat. ]

[Jack sighs deeply in contentment, and his hands slide down further to start slowly working on Isaac's pants, pulling the belt loose and gently working on the button and zipper.]

Isaac, I...

[He takes a breath.]

...just so you know, I've never done this before.

[ Isaac hears the catch in his breath between his name and the rest of it all and pulls back, but just slightly. The soft sound of his belt being pulled free and the feeling of his pants sliding down slightly brings him to shake his head just slightly. ]

It's alright. Just... relax.

[ He slides fingers against the shape of him in his underwear. He pauses a moment after the motion, teeth grazing his lips slightly before he speaks. ]

We can stop you know, [ he says, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his pulse slowly. Though it's a bit embarrassing trying to stifle how excited he is. ]

[Jack takes a deep breath as Isaac's lips linger on his pulse, warm and soft.]

No, I don't want to stop, I just... thought you should know.

[ Isaac murmurs a quiet "okay" into his skin, pressing another kiss in after that. His hand takes it's time, starting to splay back up his stomach as he takes his mouth into another kiss. There's a thrill that works itself up in his chest, makes his heart jump precariously into his throat. All his hands do is slowly slide over his skin, finding every outward jut of bone or plane of muscle, touching, passing over with a sweep of his thumb. Memorizing. ]

[Jack loves the feeling of it, humming into the kiss with the contact, relishing how Isaac traces every part of him.

He starts to return the favor, running his hand across Isaac's skin, and he finds it exhilarating, learning Isaac's skin as Isaac learns his.]

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