John Hart was easily the best fuck in the known universe. Strong, tough as nails, and utterly shameless. There was literally nothing the man wouldn't do for the sake of pleasure - his, usually, but if you got lucky...
Being stuck in a time loop with him had been hell. It had gotten better after they'd found out that no matter what they did to each other, when time jumped back they were fine again. They remembered everything, but the bruises were gone.
The first time they killed each other was a shock, but it became an outlet whenever one of them just couldn't take it any more. Usually they would simply beat the crap out of each other, followed by an almost lazy shag.
They were like fire and fire. Consuming each other, spurring each other on, with a bad tendency to explode. It had been hell, but Jack never forgot how good it had been. How alive he'd felt. He hadn't been thinking of John a lot lately, but whenever he did, the familiar tingling in his spine was there. The sensation of awareness and anticipation that no other lover had ever evoked in him.
Opening the door to that bar, spotting the other time agent across the room, it flared to life.