Alternate ending to Exit Wounds

"I'm sorry... for your losses."

John's soft, almost gentle tone brought tears to Jack's eyes. It took him a moment to find his voice, and John had already reached the top of the stairs by the time he did.

"John!"

Hart turned, looking down at him quizzically.

"Wait. Please."

John hesitated for a moment, then he took one step back down. When Jack simply held his eyes, tears threatening to fall, John rushed all the way back down and pulled Jack close.

"Please take care of me, John."

John closed his eyes, noticing the familiar scent that was their pheromones mingling.

"I will, luv. Let go. I know what you need."

And Jack knew that he did. Jack had always used sex to deal with his emotions, and with John he didn't even have to say anything. As spectacularly as they had messed up a real life every day relationship - in case of an emotional emergency there was nothing like John's very unique way of touching him to settle the turmoil. John's next words only proved that point.

"You need my mouth around you. To come inside me as violently as you possibly can."

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Despite his built John had always been physically stronger than Jack due to some experimental enhancement the time agency had given up on later. And yet Jack had always struggled with all he had, aware of how it would go down, the moment he finally had to give in a crucial element of their foreplay.

"Do you remember your safeword, luv?"

"You beat it into me hard enough", Jack was panting.

"Let me hear it."

"Not there yet", Jack hissed between clenched teeth.

Their lovemaking had never followed the common rules of dominance and submission. It was like a dance, violent and painful, beautiful and intense. They bonded on a level that neither had been able to achieve with any other partner.

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They lay side by side on Jack's narrow bed, both still panting and covered in sweat and other body fluids. John caught his breath first.

"So you actually live here?"

"The hub? Yeah."

"Practical, but unromantic."

"Yeah because you're the romantic type."

John turned to look him in the eye.

"Hey just because my idea of romance doesn't include roses and candles... Oh wait candles aren't that bad actually."

Jack swallowed under the intensity of his look.

"We need a decent place", he said, and John could hear the desperate need in his voice.

"I'll find a decent place. Give me a few days", he breathed, still keeping their gaze locked. Jack's groan of anticipation brought the most intense memories to John's mind. He'd have to find that place, and soon...