"Bastard", Jack spit between clenched teeth before he lost the ability to move. John leaned in with a look in his eyes that would have surprised someone who didn't know him as well as Jack did. To Jack that particular look meant all sorts of things from malice to cruelty to lust. Because those usually were one and the same with Captain John Hart – or at least very tightly entwined. "I always thought you needed to be more relaxed in bed", John murmured close enough for Jack to smell the unmistakable scent of paralyzing lip gloss on his breath.
