CommCen: There's a First Time for Everything

[unkindly]

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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[stomped]

[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

[stomped]

[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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... ]

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[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.

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

[stomped]

[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.

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[ 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. ]

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[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.

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[ 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. ]

[unkindly]

[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.]