When Jack woke up in the morning his bed was empty. Looking up, his eyes found Jane leaning against the door frame, shirtless, in his boxers.

"Hey!"

"Hey. You wanna get back in here with me?."

"As you wish."

He moved over to the bed and lay down next to Jack, propped up on his elbow. Jack reached up to brush a strand of hair from from his forehead. "Did you sleep at all?"

"A little. The pills are helping. Most times."

"Still don't wanna talk about it?"

"Nope."

"OK."

He lay back. After a while Jack started drawing lazy circles on the bare skin of his shoulder and chest. "Jane?"

"Hm?"

"I can't stop thinking about...well, you know -"

"What?"

Jack cleared his throat. "You know, what you were thinking."

Jane understood at once but didn't comment. He wanted him to say it, and he felt himself respond already. Jack took a breath. "What you were fantasizing about." He sounded almost shy, and Jane immediately regretted not being very helpful. He turned on his side to look at Jack, a smile on his face. "Back in your bathroom, getting myself off you mean?"

"Yeah", Jack breathed. Jane thought he still looked somewhat unsettled, as if he was afraid of the answer but thrilled to know at the same time. There was nothing dominant about him right now, and Jane's heart went out to him.

"What is this about, Jack?"

"Well, I thought it was about you telling me your secret fantasy."

Jane didn't answer, but the memory of said fantasy got him hard in an instant.

I'm standing in Jack's office.

He's wearing his full dress blues, hat and shades.

I'm naked.

He's slowly circling me. Predatory. Dangerous.

his eyes roaming my body, hidden by the shades

He tells me to kneel,

to open his belt.

tells me very specifically what to do for him

how to please him

Oh God nothing else on earth I want right now but to make him moan.

I recall the throaty moans I have just drawn from him in his bed room.

He tells me to cross my wrists behind my back .

I'm not allowed to touch him any other way than with my mouth and tongue.

I'm so close...

He orders me to bend over his desk,

tells me I'm not allowed to come without his permission.

Jack taking me from behind, his cock hitting just the right spot to make me writhe beneath him.

the rough fabric of his uniform hurting my bare back

Jack holding me down on his desk with all his strength

I'm pleading for his permission.

Denied.

And then, finally, he orders me to come on his mark.

And I do.

"Jane?"

He swallowed hard, trying to get himself back under control. He certainly didn't trust his voice, so he just looked at Jack. And he could tell that his arousal was obvious in his eyes when Jack let out a small moan.

"God, Jane, that must have been some fantasy", he rasped, his voice betraying his own lust. "I wish you'd tell me..." He moved closer, his hand trailing over Jane's shoulder blade, and kissed him. Jane's eyes closed and he moaned into the kiss, his hand coming up to stroke Jack's side. When they broke the kiss Jack pulled himself together. "Of course I understand if you don't feel like telling me. None of my business actually." There was a brief pause. "I was just wondering if maybe it was...something you'd want me to do, but are too scared to ask. Something you think I...wouldn't want."

Jane broke into a wide smile. "I'm pretty sure you'd have no problem with it, Jack."

Jack raised his eyebrows. "So nothing you think I would be...uncomfortable with?"

Jane sobered. "Jack, seriously, you think I'd get off on something I know you'd be uncomfortable with? That wouldn't be much better than actually forcing you, would it?"

"So you weren't thinking about...me going down on you?"

Jane noticed Jack didn't meet his eyes. This was obviously difficult for him, but still he couldn't help his grin.

He tells me to kneel,

tells me what to do for him

how to please him

"Nope. Definitely not you going down on me."

Jane's light tone seemed to help Jack come to terms with the whole thing. He did meet his eyes now. "Does that mean you're not interested – you know, in me going down on you?"

Oh good lord. Jane had a flash of a picture of that, and it was almost too much to take. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "God, Jack, I'd die to feel your mouth around my cock. You going down on a guy must be pure bliss." He took another breath and opened his eyes. "Are you offering?"

Jack smiled a little, but it looked unsure. "I'd like to try", low, still shy. "I'm worried I might not be able to follow through with it, though. I want it, Jane, really! I wanna do this for you. Feel you. Give you that pleasure. And besides -"

"What?"

Jack's jaw set. "Besides I don't want them to win."

Jane had to close his eyes against the rush of emotions washing over him. He understood. He opened his eyes and looked at Jack to let him see that he understood, that he didn't have to spell it out.

"The fact that you're willing to try means the world to me, Jack."

"What if I can't?"

Jane gave him an affectionate smile. "I'd say we cross that bridge when we get to it." The smile got wider. "I can still make another trip to the bathroom if necessary."

That did it. Jack broke into a grin himself. "You know, a guy could get jealous of that room."

Jane chuckled, but then he turned serious and gave Jack a slow, sensual kiss that didn't fail to get a reaction.

"Never get jealous of anything, Jack. No fantasy of mine could ever be as good as your hands on me. Or whatever you decide to give me."

They kissed again, and then it was Jane's turn: "I was thinking, too."

"You were?"

"That massage you gave me -"

"M-hm?"

"That felt great."

"You want another?"

"Uh, yes, I do, but that's not what I'm aiming at."

"So what are you aiming at?"

"I was wondering if you'd let me return the favor. If I swear to keep my hands above your waist." Jane was looking at Jack clearly nervous, his lower lip between his teeth. Jack smiled and sat up, turning his back to Jane, his legs over the edge of the bed. "OK."

Jane knelt behind him and started a tender massage on the back of his neck, gently stroking him. When he felt Jack relax he put a little more strength into it, kneading his shoulders, running his hands down his back along his spine. After a while he placed a kiss against the side of Jack's neck. "Why don't you lay down? Get more comfortable?"

Jack didn't move. Jane wasn't sure if he was still breathing. His voice was soft when he finally turned to look at Jane: "I'm sorry, Patrick. I can't."

Jane tried to mask his disappointment with a smile, but Jack had already seen it. "I'm sorry I'm making this so complicated."

"Jack, please, would you stop apologizing?" 'I'm tired of it.' He didn't say it. He didn't have to. Jack felt frustration rise. Jane wouldn't be willing to put up with this for very much longer, he thought.