This is my first ever fan fiction story so all feedback would be brilliant. This is rated M as it get a bit naughty towards the end. I love the connection between Captain Jack and John and tried to stick to the charaters as much as possible.

"Are you going to pour me another drink?" John asks

"You sure that's wise? How many times have you been in rehab?" Jack replies

"Oh you know me Captain; I'm always breaking the rules. I just can't stop being a bad boy"

Jack starts to pour a large glass of vodka for him. John's vision is blurred so he can barely focus on the glass and therefore doesn't realise how much Jack is pouring, or the fact Jack now has one arm around his shoulders.

Piled high next to the two men are empty bottles of all shapes and sizes. They had only intended to have one drink, for old time's sake, but the reminiscing had led them to drinking more than they meant to. It was light outside when they had started talking but now only street lights lit up the bay above them. Jack sits comfortably on the leather sofa facing John, one arm still around his broad shoulders. John lifts his head and turns to face Jack.

"We've had a good life Jack. We've never stopped being those young, stupid boys from the Time Agency, the boys who would get into all sorts of trouble. Although as I recall you got into a lot more trouble than me, remember those twins from Delta Tango 7?"

"Ohh yes, I remember those two, who could forget those fingers." Jack laughs and smiles as he remembers how much fun he got up to all those years ago and takes another sip of his drink.

They finish the last bottle and look around the room realising that they've drunk the place dry. John sits forward and rubs his eyes whilst Jack stands up and finally takes off his long coat and hangs it on the free standing coat hanger. John spreads his legs apart and stretches his arms out across the back of the couch. A smile spreads across his face as he watches Jack stride back towards him.

"What do you want to do now? Wreak havoc on Cardiff? I wouldn't really put anything past you…wifey"

"Mmm now those memories haven't left my mind. You were paired up with me to keep me out of trouble, keep me under control. You failed at that didn't you." He smirks as Jack pushes John back to the right side of the sofa.

"You think I could never control you? If that's true how come you were the wife?" Jack leans towards John once again his blue shirt creasing across his abs.

"Only because I let you. I gave in. That's the truth." He leans in towards Jack, their faces close together, staring into each other's eyes. Jack scans them to see if he is telling the truth but as he knows nothing John says is completely truthful.

John continues to stare into Jack's eyes wondering if this is the right time. His heart pounds as he thinks about what he could do to him in this empty room but before he has time to consider it any further Jack seizes the opportunity to crawl on top of him. Jack squeezes his thighs together not allowing John to move.

"Is it safe for me to kiss you or will it paralyse me?" Jack asks

"Why don't you find out? Lover boy."