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Jack's Sunday morning	By : Dragonlady Category: S through Z > Torchwood Views: 1425 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Jack's Sunday Morning
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Jack’s Sunday morning.
Jack as the time-travelling con man liked to be known; has been moving from time to time - literally from time to time. The manipulator allowed him to move from one time to another in a flash – once actually in a very revealing flash - when his clothes for some reason went to one time and he went to another; as luck would have it he didn’t land in somewhere really busy.
He sometimes thinks about how he got the name Jack Harkness; the real Jack was an airman in the 1940’s who fell in love with the time-travelling con man that we now know as Jack Harkness – but the con man was forced to leave and return to Torchwood with just a kiss to remember the real Jack by.
Waking up one Sunday morning; the time travelling Jack had to check what time he was actually in – recently the manipulator had been playing him up and it was highly unlikely that he would be able to find someone to replace the damaged circuits causing the problems any time soon.   Just as he feared - the manipulator must have had a bit of a funny moment last night and had shifted him back to 1941. Carefully he managed to rearrange his clothing to resemble the airman’s uniform he usually wore when he was here; grateful that he still had the military greatcoat he’d taken to wearing everywhere he went.
After finishing his recent assignment for the Torchwood institute he was having a roam around again to see what was going on until he heard where he would be needed again.
Jack groans as he gets out of bed a mixture of tiredness and whiskey obviously doesn’t bide well for a good morning. Dragging his hands down the sides of his face he feels the stubble on his chin, “Oh boy, I’d better shave – can’t go out there looking like this.”
Twenty minutes later – washed, shaved and generally a lot tidier Jack exits the room to find himself above the club where the airmen go to let their hair down a little – the only bit of fun they have during War – a place to drink, to talk and to dance if their lucky.
Jack’s mind drifts back to the one time he was here- to the real Jack Harkness – the man he fell in love with and took his name from. He smiles sadly at the one kiss they shared before he had to leave; and though he’d tried -he’d never been able to find him again.
Jack slowly drifts down the stairs and across to the Naafi making sure he has the right money for the era.   Sitting down with a cup of coffee in front of him he takes a look around the airmen are sitting around and just talking and eating breakfast before the day starts.
Just for a second he feels a pang of loneliness as he looks at them talking together – the camaraderie of those brought together through necessity – something Jack hasn’t got and probably never will have.
With a sigh he finishes the coffee and just as he goes to stand he hears a voice that makes his hair stand on end – a voice that he thought he’d never hear again “It can’t be, it’s impossible….” He whispers to himself – “It’s the real Captain Jack!!!” Thankfully he is sitting on the greatcoat and so with his back to the group of men he looks just like any other airman.
He waits until the voice fades before he gets to his feet;
Did I really hear him or was it just because I wanted to….
Jack shakes his head slowly and picks up his greatcoat slinging it casually over his shoulder – turning around he walks towards the door -head down - lost in thought for just a while.
Until he hits something solid – he looks up to apologise - into the eyes of the real Jack Harkness; a little leaner yet stronger than he was and the look of innocence had gone from his eyes but it was still Jack.
“Oh my God, it is you!”
“Excuse me?” Jack frowns slightly at the American airman in front of him.
“Jack, don’t you recognise me?”
Jack squints slightly at the man in front of him – there was something familiar about him he drags his mind back a year ago – to the dance – the dance where he kissed the man he had fallen in love with.
“The dance.”
“That’s right, you danced with me.”
Yes he’d danced with the handsome American in front of everyone – and he’d paid the price – been ridiculed and shunned by everyone, nearly losing his rank; falling in love with a man wasn’t ‘the done thing’ in 1940’s Britain.
“It’s nice to see you again, it’s been a long time” – the time travelling con-man really wants to hug Jack – but something in the British man’s eyes stops him.
“It’s been a year since we last met.”
To the time traveller it was much more than just one year, but to the real Jack it was just 12 months of Hell.
Heartbroken over the con-man leaving; Jack had to throw himself in to his work hoping to forget - but his fellow airmen made that hard for him – they plagued him with snide comments, daubed pink paint onto his boots that took him all night to remove and bring back the polish, turned his possessions out into the rain so he had to collect the soaking items, they shunned him in the club and much worse they manhandled him, he shuddered - his life was barely worth living for the whole 12 months.
They tried to get him to resign but if he did; he knew he’d be branded a coward too.
So he gritted his teeth and made it through the whole 12 months.
Now the time traveller had returned into his life.
“Whatever it is that you are doing – you better get it over with and leave.”
Jack’s bitter words bite hard into the time traveller; “Is there – I mean did I do something wrong?”
“You have no idea” Jack mutters.
The time travelling con-man is taken aback by the words – he frowns - he has to find out what has happened - “Is there somewhere we can go to talk, somewhere - private?”
Jack shrugs and reluctantly agrees –signing out a car on the pretence of going into the next depot to collect supplies of some sort he drives out of the compound with the other Jack sat next to him with his cap on and the collar of his greatcoat turned up so he couldn’t be easily recognised – even though it was unlikely that anyone would remember him after a year.
After driving for a few miles Jack turns the car down a lane until it comes to a little piece of forest – it looks like some sort of reserve - and pulls it up to a stop under a canopy of trees; leaning his head forwards onto the steering wheel.
“Tell me what‘s wrong,” the con-man softens his voice.
Jack slowly turns to the time traveller; “You have no idea what happened after you left.”
He swallows deeply – “They made my life a living Hell, they almost ruined my career, they called me terrible things, they did things to me that no decent man should do, they manhandled me -his voice dips to a whisper- they said they wanted to see whether I was really a man and if I’d been had like a woman.”
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry – I never thought this would happen to you - and it never should have.”
“No it shouldn’t.”
“If I hadn’t kissed you this would never have happened; I wish I could change things for you, I’m truly sorry that I can’t take back the one kiss that almost ruined your life.” The con –man frowns.
There is silence for a moment but it feels like a lifetime – “But I wouldn’t want you to take it back” the soft whisper is almost too low to hear.
“What, after all those guys did to you!?”
“I had such feelings for you - the only man I ever had feelings for.”
“Really?” Hesitantly the con-man smiles at him.
“Yes, really.”
“Oh boy, I could kiss you – and I would if I thought that you wouldn’t try to kill me!”
Jack suddenly leans into the man sitting beside him and lightly kisses him.
The time traveller’s bright blue eyes briefly open wide in surprise as his smile becomes a big grin - he pulls Jack to him and kisses him deeply - his eyes close as do Jack’s - exactly like they did a year ago.

By the time they pull apart they are both breathing heavily.
“Would you like to go for a walk, I’ve never seen this part of the country?” The con-man gives Jack his cheekiest grin whilst raising one eyebrow.
Jack smiles and climbs out of the car; walking around it he takes the time traveller’s hand just as he did the night they danced –the night he never forgot.
Making sure the car is right under the trees so it can’t easily be seen; they set off walking through the woodland still holding hands –Jack can’t resist the unfamiliar feelings that are coursing through him.
They reach a beautiful clearing, moss covered stones sit under the surrounding trees, and flowers grow in the sunlight it’s like something out of a book.
“Wow this is really something!”
Jack smiles, “I always liked it here; I came here a lot after you left.” His smile disappears “I almost decided to end it here.”
The con man’s eyes widen in horror –“Oh Jack, no.” He turns to hold Jack –pulling him into his arms he feels a little resistance at first -then the airman sinks into his arms – “I would never be worth losing your life for.”
Lifting Jack’s face to his; the time traveller sees a single tear fall down his face – he raises his hand and wipes the tear away.
Drawing Jack’s face to his he places a kiss upon his lips; Jack moans and runs his hands into the con-man’s hair. Their kisses deepen and their breathing speeds up again.
The Con-man’s hands drop down Jack’s back until he has them around his rear and gently but firmly pulls him closer until their lower bodies touch – Jack pulls his mouth away with a gasp as he feels their lower bodies meet – both of their arousals so obvious.
Unconsciously Jack pushes his pelvis forward until his aroused body grinds against the con-man drawing moans of lust from them both. The time traveller slides his hand around Jack’s body to cup him in his hand – “Oh my God; you want me as much as I want you!”
Jack starts to tremble; the feeling of the hand touching him is something beyond anything he’d ever felt – and it feels wonderful.
Taking him by the hand; the time traveller leads Jack over to a rock - smooth and warmed by the sun, Jack hitches himself up until he is reclining upon the rock squinting slightly against the sun his chest rising and falling rapidly.
To the time travelling con-man nothing has ever looked more beautiful as the man he sees laid out before him.
He stands before Jack - leaning over to kiss him he slides his tongue into Jack’s mouth their tongues tangle and slide over each other.

“Oh Jack, I really want to - touch you -can I touch you?” The con-man asks breathlessly.
“Yesss….”Jack whispers.
“Do you trust me Jack?”
Jack nods slowly his eyes already closed.
The time traveller undoes Jack’s uniform jacket and runs his hand over the man’s chest feeling him arch towards him -pulling out Jack’s shirt he runs his hands underneath - over the flat dark pink nipples drawing a gasp from the man laid in front of him as they peak beneath his hand.
Pushing Jacks shirt up the con-man leans over and places firm dry kisses upon the exposed skin until he reaches Jack’s nipples his long tongue slips out to flick across one.   “Uhhh!” Jack moans with the reaction to the action of the time travellers tongue first on one nipple then on the other –it is like the gentlest torture.
Leaving Jack’s chest; the con-man kisses his way slowly down his body until he reaches the waistband of his military issue trousers; slowly as not to frighten Jack he undoes the buttons and slides his hand beneath the material to cup his arousal - the skin to skin contact makes Jack’s hips buck as his hardened cock pushes into the con-man’s hand.
The time traveller wraps his hand around the aroused organ eliciting a deep moan from Jack, as he slowly moves his hand up and down watching the look of total ecstasy on the face of the man now laid out fully before him like a sacrifice on an altar.
Despite having shrugged out of his greatcoat back at the car the time traveller is still overheating and reluctantly he removes his hand from Jack’s cock listening as a whimper comes from the prone man’s mouth.
Rapidly – with a speed learned over the years the con-man tears off his shirt and shivers as his torso is exposed to the open air and a fine sheen of sweat covers his skin.
Leaning over Jack; the time traveller undoes Jack’s shirt and pulling him to a sitting position he shrugs it and the jacket off his shoulders leaving his lovers torso bare – pulling Jack to him he rubs his chest against him the meeting of their heated flesh draws moans from them both - Jack’s left leg winds around the con-man’s calf keeping the contact as close as he can.
The time travellers hands run down the sides of Jack’s torso until lifting him slightly he can hook his hands into the waistband of Jack’s trousers and ease them down his long trembling legs.
The con-man takes a step back to admire the beautiful sight before him; the man laid out spread eagled on the warm rock, his shirt wide open, arms outspread , nipples hardened, his lower body exposed to his gaze – the hard turgid cock twitching and weeping with desire.
Running his hands across the airman’s rigid abs he kisses his way down to the object of his desire –gently he lets his breath fan over Jack’s cock watching the twitching movements increase – slowly deliberately he puts out his long tongue and laps across the swollen weeping head; “Ahhh!!” Jack can’t contain his shout of desire.
Gradually the time traveller takes more of Jack’s cock until he can slide it into his mouth right to the base – hearing Jack’s breathing increase he sucks him slowly and deliberately - trying to hold the man’s bucking hips down flat against the rock.
Increasing the speed of his movements the con-man feels Jack’s body tightening like a coiled spring –sucking him harder and faster he hears the moans of passion from his lover.
Suddenly, Jack thrusts forward as his body snaps rigid – “Uhh…..Uhhh…UHHH!!!!” Jack comes in a massive spasm - the time traveller swallows every drop until Jack has run dry.
Raising his head and licking his lips the time traveller looks at Jack laid out panting as he slowly opens his eyes – “That was amazing” , a small shy smile plays about his face.
“Good, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” The blue eyed con-man grins at him.
“But what about you?” Jack looks at the con-man’s beautiful tan body and down to his rock hard cock so obvious through the stiff material of his trousers.
“I know what I want – but I can wait a little while.” The fire blue eyes dilate as they sweep over Jack’s body.
Almost shyly Jack turns his head slightly to one side – “I’ve never been with a man, or anyone come to that.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Then I will be your first, if you want me to be?”
“Oh yes – I do more than anything, but be patient with me ok?”
The time traveller smiles, “ok.”
Jack sits up and swallows as he looks over the time traveller taking in every curve of his body as if to impress it into his memory; reaching out he hesitantly touches the heated skin – running his hands along the broad sweeping shoulders, along the strong arms then placing his hands on the tan chest he uses the flat of his hands to rub across the con-man’s body – hearing a hiss as his palms make contact with the flat brown nipples which raise instantly upon his touch. He glances at the time traveller whose eyes are closed with a look of ecstasy upon his face.
“Did I hurt you?” Jack is worried and has misread the look as pain.
“Oh no, your touch is wonderful - keep going.”
Jack’s hands glide across the time traveller’s body feeling each rigidly defined muscle, each of his abs obvious next to the other. Jack shakily disposes of the con man’s trousers; he swallows deeply as he feasts his eyes upon the beautiful sight before him.
Hesitantly Jack reaches out and takes hold of the beautiful tanned man’s throbbing cock; carefully wrapping his cool fingers around it rubbing his thumb around the head feeling the con-man’s hips jerk towards him. “Ahhh, Jack! – so good”
The time traveller takes Jacks other hand and guides it down between his legs to his perineum – Jack slowly, gently rubs the strip of skin behind the man’s balls –a gasp of passion comes out from the con-man’s mouth –“Touch me again – please!”
Jack is now getting a bit braver and drifts his hand further back between the cheeks of the time traveller’s ass – drawing out a low throaty moan from the man in front of him whose legs slide further apart. Jack looks at the sight of the beautiful body in front of him tall, tanned and lean, stood legs apart, eyes closed, head thrown back -keeping his balance with just one hand on Jack’s shoulder.
Leaning forward Jack places a warm kiss upon the time travellers abs as a hand strokes the back of his head.
“Remember …you don’t have to do…. anything …you don’t want to do.” The time traveller’s voice is punctuated by loud moans.
Jack takes a chance and tentatively poking out his tongue he licks a line along the con-man’s abs from hip to hip causing his hips to thrust forward.
Tentatively Jack lowers his mouth around the head of the straining cock eliciting a loud moan from the con-man’s open mouth as he closes his mouth around the rigid organ - feeling it push gently into his mouth repeatedly as his tongue runs up and down it.
“Jack, oh Jack, so good!” The time traveller pushes in and out of Jack’s mouth slowly so as not to frighten him, gritting his teeth as he reins in the passion which threatens to overwhelm him.
Jack lifts his mouth away and stands up to mould his body into the other until they are close enough to be one - the time traveller’s hand takes Jacks right hand and kisses it before putting two of the fingers into his mouth, Jack is a little bemused at first until his hand is guided back between the con-man’s ass cheeks – “One at a time Jack.”
Carefully Jack slides one finger in the puckered opening and inside the con-man who lets out another loud moan then carefully Jack slides the second finger into the beautiful man stood before him, slowly he moves them in and out watching the look of ecstasy on the Time travelling con-man’s face.
When Jack gently takes his fingers out of the other man’s body he is guided back onto the rock and he willingly lies back with his long legs hanging off both sides. He feels so hot with such urgency for this man before him.
The con-man leans his head down until it is back between Jacks thighs, lifting them gently he tilts them so that Jack’s ass is fully exposed. Putting out his long tongue he touches it to the rigid cock before allowing a little of his saliva to dribble down Jack’s cock – using his index finger he wipes it around Jack’s puckered opening hearing Jack gasp and feeling his hips lift further of their own accord.
The time travellers puts his fingers into his mouth and then trails them back between Jacks ass cheeks to his opening and gently inserts just the tip of one finger into Jack’s virgin body –feeling him tense at first; and then slowly relax with a sigh – he slowly inserts the rest of the first finger hearing a long moan from Jack.
Moving it slowly in and out of the tight body he hears Jack gasp at the feeling – as he feels Jack relax even further he tentatively enters just the tip of the other finger – slowly pushing the second finger into Jack.
Letting his saliva drip onto them again the time traveller pushes them in and out of Jack mimicking what he longs for. Jack’s body is so relaxed it feels boneless but he can feel the fingers deep inside him and he knows they want the same thing.
The look of longing on Jack’s face is so readable; the con-man looks at the beautiful panting figure –
“Jack – can I – I really want to -?”
Jack looks at the time traveller with heavy lidded eyes –
“Oh yes …” Jack opens his arms.
Stepping between Jack’s open thighs again, the con-man strokes his own cock – using his own essence to slick the skin and to prep Jack a bit more.
“Take a deep breath Jack and let it go when I tell you.”
“Now!”
Jack breathes out in a rush as the time traveller pushes into him - once past the initial barrier he pushes on in slowly until he’s fully sheathed in Jacks yielding body.
“Jack; are you ok?”
Jack opens his eyes and blinks up at the time- traveller – “Uhh, yeah I think so…”
Slowly the con-man pulls back out a little before sliding back into the tight body drawing a hiss and then a gasp from Jack, again and again slowly increasing his speed and the depth of his thrusts until they are both moaning in ecstasy.
“Uhh, UHH! – faster….” Jack’s eyes are closed as his body reacts unconsciously drawing the man closer to him.
Jack wraps his arms around the time traveller as he pushes into him harder and faster.
“Oh God, I’ve wanted this for so long; Oh Jack!!”
Their heated moans are loud and clear, every time the con-man pushes deeper into Jack’s body brushing his prostate Jack’s moans almost become a scream.
Faster and faster their sweat-slicked bodies meet their gasps and moans mingle until finally they both come as if their lives depended on it.
“Uhh!,UUHHH!, AHHHH!!!” Their calls unite as they climax together.
The time traveller flops forward onto Jack’s heaving body; his own breath coming in huge gasps as though he has never been so entwined with anyone this way.
“Oh Jack, thank you so much” – the con-man regains his breath – “for you to give yourself to me was the greatest gift.”
“I only ever wished to give myself to you” Jack replies breathlessly.
The con-man slides out of Jack’s now completely relaxed body, and slips up onto the rock beside him – pulling Jack into his arms he covers them both up with Jack’s military jacket a smile on both of their faces as they drop into a sleep so they can be together for just a little while longer.
What a Sunday morning……
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