(May 2018): It seems I may have insulted a Jackspeed artist by using their 'marking/birthmark' idea when writing about Jack and his species. At least, that's the only reason I can think of. Not naming names, as I still think their art is lovely, and it was what first inspired me to start writing John x Jack fics. That said, I will be going through my fics and removing those little particular details. It was never my intention to insult anyone.

I will add that I'm more than happy is someone wants to draw fanart for any of my fics. I love writing them, and I love that other people are enjoying reading them. And, if you'd like to write or draw any of the au's I've created (eg: evil parents au), feel free. I'm a huge Undertale fan, and I love reading about Underfell, and Underswap, etc. Someone created each idea originally, and other artists and writers took those au concepts, and made their own content. Sorry, now I'm babbling.

Chapter 1: Entranced

"I'm going to head down to that bar we saw on the way to the hotel. You coming, little buddy?" John asked, adjusting his leather jacket.

"No, I think I'll stay here tonight," Jack said, opening the door to his room next to John's.

"Live a little. We're back on your home planet, after all," the captain insisted, clapping his petite co-pilot on the shoulder.

"Yeah, I know, but I rarely drink, and I don't really like bars…" Jack trailed off, glancing into his room.

"Fine, but don't be surprised if I bring back a lovely little lady tonight," John announced, giving him a salute as he made his way to the elevator.

Jack closed his door and leaned his forehead against it with a sigh. He really didn't want to be next door if John was going to be in there with a sexual partner. All these years, and John had no idea what he was doing to him.

"He's not interested in guys, and that's fine. I told myself I wouldn't get my hopes up when we were assigned to work together. And when he isn't being a womanizer, he's actually a great guy," the little alien told himself.

Making his way to the bed, he started to rummage through his suitcase. Oh… he'd forgotten that particular article of clothing was in there. Jack pulled out his favorite purple robe, the one with buttons on the collar, and a zipper that went down the front. It was such a pretty color, and he never got a chance to wear it during work time.

"Maybe I should go out tonight. I haven't been on a date in a while. Who knows, maybe I'll meet a nice guy that isn't just looking for a one night stand. One that might be willing to pursue a long distance relationship, or move to Earth… oh, who am I kidding. The only other Greytrexians on Earth are a married couple. Guess I'm just weird for wanting to explore the universe… and destined to be alone."

Still, Jack found himself slipping into the silky robe, admiring how delicate and smooth it felt against his skin. The Infinity Guard uniforms were sturdy, but not overly pleasant to wear. It was always such a relief to be back in Greytrexian clothing.

"I'll head down to the bar, but make an excuse to stay when John heads back to the hotel. If I give him an extra hour or two to… ugh, finish up his business with whatever woman he hooks up with, then I'll have a peaceful night's sleep. Yep, that's a great plan, Jaxxtrixxriiandraneek."

Strike 15 and you're out. Damn it! He was bringing his A game here, but not one lady was taking the bait. Speaking of ladies, there seemed to be far more women in this bar than there were dudes. He was sure he caught sight of a little lesbian action going on a few times. How could Jack not want in on this? He'd have his pick of girls.

"Another beer, bartender," John ordered, attempting to seat himself in one of the petite chairs at the bar.

"Of course. Are you here alone, Mr…?"

"Goodspeed. Captain John Goodspeed. And no, my co-pilot, Jack, is here, too. Well, back at the hotel, I mean. He's from this planet, so we thought we'd make a stopover before heading back to Earth," John explained.

"Ah, I see. He must be a very interesting man. Not many Greytrexian's are willing to leave our planet for more than quick vacation on one of the planets nearby," the bartender commented.

"Really? I wonder why that is…" John trailed off when he realized he was now talking to himself, as the bartender was rushing off to fill another order.

"I guess I could just head back to the hotel after this," the captain grumbled, eyeing his drink.

"So, what do you think of the bar?" John heard his co-pilot ask. Glancing down, he was stunned into silence. No, it definitely wasn't his little friend that was taking a seat next to him, no matter how similar their voices were.

"You look uncomfortable in that chair," the woman stated, looking him up and down. "Sorry. These places don't get many visitors your size."

She was stunning. A lovely little creature with olive skin and golden eyes. Her long purple dress hung down to her feet, and even without makeup or jewelry, she was a breath of fresh air for a man like him.

"Bartender, can I get a drink, please. Something light," she called.

"I've got this," John insisted, reaching for his wallet.

"Are you sure? You don't have to buy me a drink," she said, glancing shyly away from him.

"I want to. You look very pretty today," John exclaimed. The Greytrexian's face began to turn a vibrant shade of pink at his words.

"T-thank you. I, um, I don't really go out to bars very often," she admitted, reaching for the violet martini that was set before her.

"Then I guess someone should show you a good time," the captain insisted, taking the chance to wrap an arm around her petite shoulders.

OMG! What is happening right now?

Jack nearly had a heart attack when John suddenly put an arm around his shoulders. Pulling the glass close, he downed the fruity alcohol with a vengeance.

The captain whistled. "For someone who doesn't frequent bars, you sure know how to enjoy a drink. Bartender, another one please!"

Jack pressed a hand to his heart to try to calm it. This just couldn't be happening. He must have hit his head or something on the way to the bar. John would never… The next drink was placed in front of him, and he hastily drained it, as well. If he wasn't passed out in a gutter somewhere, then this was really happening. And if this was really happening, then Jack NEEDED some liquid courage to get through the night.

"There's a dance floor over there. Would you like to dance?" John asked, getting to his feet and holding out his hand toward Jack.

"Yes," Jack found himself agreeing, before he was whisked off to the lighted floor space.

They danced for at least an hour, and John had even picked him up and spun him around a few times. It had been rather exhilarating. Jack felt a giddiness in his heart as John led him back to the bar, and began re-telling the story of his mission to Delta 9. It had been before Jack had been assigned as his co-pilot, but he'd heard the story many times. Still, John seemed so happy to be telling it that Jack didn't want to interrupt.

"And that's how we rescued the royal Valarian family. The princess was very… Nevermind. She was pretty, but not nearly as adorable as you," John said, clearly turning on the charm.

"Stop it. I'm not…" Jack trailed off, his cheeks burning in embarrassment.

"Hey, Jaxxtrixxriiandraneek, I didn't know you were back in town," another Greytrexian suddenly announced, approaching them. She looked familiar, but Jack couldn't remember her name off the top of his head. They probably attended school together before he left for Earth.

"And you're with a human, wow. We'll have to catch up sometime," the woman insisted, walking away before Jack could ask her name. Okay, that was weird.

"So, your name is Jacktrixie…" John trailed off, unable to remember the full name.

"Jaxxtrixxriiandraneek. It's hard to pronounce, but Greytrexians are used to long names," Jack admitted. This was nice. The two of them, just hanging out. Talking like old friends. Or maybe eventually more than friends.

"You mind if I call you 'Trixie?' It's a human name, but you look as cute as a Trixie," the captain suddenly declared.

"Uh, well… what?" Jack was struck dumb. No, it couldn't be…

"I'm John Goodspeed. Captain John Goodspeed. Sorry if I didn't introduce myself earlier. Do you want another drink?" John asked.

"I do now," Jack found himself replying sarcastically. Sure enough, a third martini was deposited on the counter, and he chugged it down as rapidly as the first two, but with far less enthusiasm.

Several stories later, and Jack was ready to shoot himself. John still thought he was some mystery woman! He didn't even LOOK like a Greytrexian female.

"Did I tell you how pretty you are?"

There was a slurr to John's words. Great, the big idiot was drunk… or pretty close to it. And Jack wasn't in any shape to drag him back to the hotel on his own.

"You have lovely eyes."

Oh, for crying out loud. "Why don't you just take me back to the hotel if you think I'm soooo attractive," Jack spat out, eyeing the empty glass in his hands. It was meant to be sarcastic. Possibly followed by a stern, "I'm your male co-pilot, you moron!"

"Great idea!"

Jack glanced up, only to find himself being swept into the larger man's arms. The captain surged forward, capturing his lips in an unexpected kiss.

Note: My personal headcannon is that Jack's favorite color is purple (there's a lot of pink in the pilot episode, and indigo in the regular series, but I just can't see good Jack preferring hot pink to a calming purple hue). And, while he's fine with wearing pants as part of his uniform, he much prefers robes.