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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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But he has to part to ask quietly between breaths: ] You alright?
[ You did just walk in the door... ]
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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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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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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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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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It's alright.]
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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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Isaac, I...
[He takes a breath.]
...just so you know, I've never done this before.
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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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No, I don't want to stop, I just... thought you should know.
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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.]