title: a Jack/Curtis Story
author: callisto24
fandom: 24
characters: Curtis, Jack, Bill
category: m/m slash, smut, angst... don ‘ t like it, don ‘ t read it
theme: Season6 Trailer
rating: NC-17
disclaimer: nothing belongs to me, no money made
based on the Season6 Trailer
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It wasn ‘ t fair.
He couldn ‘ t stop the thoughts running through his mind.
Nothing was.
He ‘ d lost his illusions long time ago, during another life, when reality, step by step had shaken his faith in the values of his culture, in justice and reason. When had it happened, when had he stopped believing in what he was doing, he couldn ‘ t remember. He functioned automatically, fulfilled his duties, but his heart remained numb. He had refused to think about the reasons, had waited for a change, waited for something to happen, maybe for someone to return. And now this person was back and things were worse than before. One look into these desperate, hollow eyes had been enough to make his insides squirm. Their last hope had become a broken man, longing for nothing more than a glimpse of sunlight. Curtis felt the burden, pressing him down, feelings of guilt, of anger, of hate. If only he had remembered the risk, had acted more prudently, maybe now Jack would be safe. If politics had cared more, if negotiations had been run in earnest, if the case had been considered serious enough, Jack maybe still would possess the strength, he needed now. Curtis had accompanied the prisoner, hand next to his weapon to prevent him from trying to escape and destroy their last hopes, but he had known it had been an useless effort. Jack wouldn ‘ t fight, he wouldn ‘ t run, he seemed defeated, left alone, hurt and lost.
Stepping out of the airplane, slowly and tired, his dark blue eyes had drunken in the sight of the airport, the glaring lights, the amount of people, as if for years they hadn ‘ t seen anything despite blackness, when they had been open, and painful memories, when closed. Curtis rubbed his neck, ran his hand through the short black hair.
It was wrong, and he hated himself for being a part of the show, for doing his job without questioning, for sacrificing a man, who had already sacrificed everything he had owned. Still another thought bothered him, more a feeling than a rational realization. He had pushed it aside, tried to bury it deep in his mind, but he had never been able to forget what he had sensed, each time he ‘ d come closer to Jack. His abilities had impressed him from the start, but the vulnerability, he emitted wherever he went, had touched him, made him shiver involuntarily, his heart ache in a sudden sadness, he hadn ‘ t known before. And since he had been gone, his face, his eyes haunted him night and day. He had explained his visions to himself with the unfulfilled need to help, to come out with a plan, to do something, anything to deliver Jack or maybe to redeem himself. Today Curtis had watched Jack, supposed to guard the prisoner, but he hadn ‘ t been able to take his eyes from the sight of the slim shape undressing slowly, revealing the pale, muscular body, covered with scars, old and fresh, proof for the painful experiences defining his life. He couldn ‘ t prevent his sight clinging onto Jack, while he stepped into the shower, oblivious to his surroundings, simply enjoying the spread of clear, warm water, streaming down the expressive curves, trickling along the smooth skin. Curtis ignored the nearly painful twitch in his groin, reminding himself, that this wasn ‘ t the time or the place for erotic thoughts, explaining his reactions to himself by the fact that he ‘ d been celibate for a long time and after all, he was only human. Jacks contures were clearly visible through the transparent curtain and Curtis swallowed dryly, sensing his cock brushing against the restraints of the rough material covering it. He imagined the strong thrusts of the collarbones beneath the damp hollow at the base of his throat when Jack raised his face against the jet of water, imagined his own hands gliding around from behind, caressing the smaller chest, encircling it with strong arms, while his thighs would slid against the seducing hard butt. Damnit, he had been alone for too long, obviously he wasn ‘ t in control anymore.
Chosen as the one responsible for the delivery, he would finish Jacks fate, no matter how and when it would end, Jack would be condemned to death. Curtis bent his head, stared at the shining white ceramic tiles, ignoring Bills orders, who had strictly insisted on observing Jack each single second. It wasn ‘ t fair. His job, his duty, his country and their people demanded too much, too much from Jack, too much from himself and he was tired to give, tired to obey. Curtis winced in surprise, when Jack suddenly stood in front of him, noticed the wetness pooling around his feet, before he allowed his black obsidian gaze to wander along the delicate length, pausing above the dusting of pale fine hair on the most sensitive places, before it reached the more sad than astonished eyes, waiting patiently for the next order. Jack remained silent, when he took the towel from his hands, said no word, when he dried himself, slowly shaved and cut his hair, his hands quiet and steady. Curtis knew the decision Jack had made, had been in the same room during his conversation with Bill.
Jack was ready to die, had been for years, he wouldn ‘ t make a move to get away, to escape an inevitable fate.
They remained silent during the ride, said no word, when he led him to the place they had agreed on, when he handcuffed him on the fence, surrounding the deserted warehouse. Their eyes locked and Curtis sensed calmness and understanding, before Jack turned away, concentrated, prepared on what would happen during the next hours. Curtis tasted bitterness on his tongue, while he retreated, escorted by his agents. None of them knew how long he would have to wait until they would come for him. Forced to stay in the distance the men stayed calm, watched the scenery, no emotions visible. Curtis fumbled nervously with his belt, avoided to look into Jacks direction, when his gaze fell on one of the monitors showing a close up on Jacks skinny features. He leant against his cuffed arm, eyes closed. Curtis could make out the quick heaving of his chest, only proof, that he was conscious and aware of his situation. Few steps brought Curtis out of reach before he pulled a cell phone out of his vest, dialing a secure line. “Bill, you have to copy the following!” “What ‘ s up?” Bill reacted immediately, typing in his keyboard waving Chloe for support.
“Curtis, what ‘ s wrong?”
“I need you to know, that I ‘ m acting on my own. It ‘ s my decision and I ‘ m the only one responsible for it.” “Curtis?”
But it was too late. Curtis dropped the phone, whispered a few words to the leader of his unit and walked across the place, heading for Jack, who sensed him nearing, turning around as far as possible in wonder. Curtis’ head shot around when he heard the cars approaching.
The following happened too fast and unexpected for bystanders to notice the order of events. Explosions in front of and behind them. Clouds of smoke spreading out, impervious mist befogged the former clear sight rapidly. Jack felt himself uncuffed, pushed forwards quickly.
He coughed, struggled for air, hasting forwards blindly, pulled and shoved forcefully by invisible hands Sounds of confusion, screaming brakes, commands shouted through the chaos mixed up, stayed in place, while Curtis led Jack further away from where he had awaited his fate only a moment earlier. “What ‘ s the matter?” Jack croaked with difficulty, but received no answer, when Curtis bent down to lift a manhole cover, partially obscured by darkness and fog and made him climb down the access ladder into the sewer. It was pitch black, but Curtis reached for Jacks arm, slid his hand down to grasp his fingers, tugging him along through the mucky half -inch of standing water. Rats scurried away as he went forward, turning left, then right, then right again for what seemed to be an eternity until they reached the branch that led them upwards again. Outside Jack started to tremble from the damp cold and apprehension. He looked at Curtis who checked their surroundings before he waved him to follow. Accustomed to be ordered around, Jack wasted no further thought on hesitating or questioning. They made their way quietly until they finally reached another abandoned part of the town and vanished in the hidden backroom of a dilepidated building. Curtis sat down on the floor, leant his head against the wall and closed his eyes. Jack remained standing in front of him, patiently waiting for an explanation. When nothing happened, he cleared his throat before speaking. “So, will you tell me what ‘ s the plan? What haven ‘ t I been told yet?” Curtis sadly shook his head. “You ‘ re wrong. There ‘ s nothing behind. Simply... .”
Jacks eyes grew bigger and even darker than before. “You mean Bill doesn ‘ t know? Then what... .“ Curtis rubbed his neck, eyes still closed. “No, I ‘ m responsible, no one else but me alone.” “But... I don ‘ t understand.” Jack startled.
“You may understand soon,” Curtis responded, opened his eyes and looked at the smaller man in front of him, let his shimmering look wander across the slim body, starting with thin but strong legs, rested on the narrow waist before rising to the shirt covered chest until he finally met the green blue eyes, now bright in astonishment. “Curtis?” Jack asked lifting his eyebrows, unable to prevent a shudder.
Curtis swallowed dryly and raised in one swift movement, closing the distance between them. “It ‘ s cold in here,” he said hoarsely, captured by these eyes he had seen in his dreams, sparkling, hypnotizing him, making him respond involuntarily. He gulped again before he turned away, taking some dry clothes from the broken cupboard.
Jack watched him silently.
“I was prepared,” Curtis murmured. “Known this place for a long time now, never used it before and... . And I wasn ‘ t sure, if I would ever use it until today.” “I ‘ m not sure, if I got it right.” Jack spoke finally. “What is expected from me. I thought... .”
“Nothing - nothing anymore!” Curtis voice sounded harsh suddenly, his eyes flaming. “You deserve a choice.”
“I had a choice,” Jack spoke softly, regarding the other man. “Curtis, what do you want?”
Curtis turned his head away, searching for a way out.
“I want you to have a chance,” he said. “I want you to have a life.”
“Then you were about to throw away everything, everything important for... for what Curtis?”
The taller man got rid of his vest and weapons, took a deep breath and looked at Jacks face again.
“I want to be honest, Jack.” He sighed, massaged his suddenly hurting forehead absent mindly.
“It ‘ s not what I intended to do. I ‘ m known for fulfilling my duty, for acting trustworthy in my job. But this goes beyond my limits. I ‘ m not prepared to have your death on my conscience.” Again he shook his head in disbelief about his own words. “Maybe I ‘ m simply burnt out, God knows I ‘ ve done things unforgivable in my life, although I ‘ ve been always able to explain them to myself and to others. But this time... I just can ‘ t.” He raised his head again, his gaze caught by the restless movements of Jacks fingers, nervously pressing and rubbing against each other. And before he knew what he did, his feet moved forward, his hands grabbed these moving fingers, immobilized them, pulled them close, while he lowered his face and passionately covered Jacks mouth in a hungry kiss. Something inside him screamed in dismay, shockwaves rolled through him, when realization about his behaviour hit in and he expected Jack to fight back, to resist and to curse him in fury. But he couldn ‘ t stop, couldn ‘ t let go, when excitement started tingling through his blood and he knew in perfect clearness what he had longed for, since he ‘d layed eyes on this man the first time. For a second Jack seemed to stay frozen in shock, but then these wonderful lips melted against Curtis’ ardour in almost hungry desparation. Almost frightened Curtis strong grip left Jacks hands which immediately slid upwards, ran along the sides, moved in circles over the chest and climbed the muscular arms until they reached his shoulders. With a shaking sigh Curtis pulled the smaller man even closer, nibbled on sensitive lips, softly moved his mouth against Jacks, until the other man gave in to the gentle pressure of a seeking tongue. Eagerly he opened his mouth and playfully duelled with Curtis, welcoming the wet probe and then following the retreat with his own questioning tongue. They moved closer in the embrace before simultaneously withdrawing from the kiss, breathing heavily. “Jack!” Curtis whispered in disbelief.
The first smile this day, barely noticeable flew over Jacks face. “It ‘ s alright. I ‘ ve thought about you, too.”
A moan escaped his lips, when Curtis again slid closer and leaned in for another kiss.
Jack allowed himself to be drawn into the warm embrace, while Curtis parted his lips with a careful tongue, slipping inside Jacks mouth, letting the sweet taste fill him. He probed deep, sensed the other mans response. Against his chest he felt Jacks heartbeat increasing. Lips and tongue worked against each other ceaselessly, all feeling centered in those sensitive nerves. Very carefully, still locked against Jacks mouth, Curtis let his fingers drift to the buttons of Jacks shirt. One by one, he slipped each button open. His fingers moved down the softly furred chest already exposed by the undone buttons, Jack reacted, arching toward those fingers as if he ‘ d longed for their touch. The kiss deepened again, and Chavez let his fingers glide low, marvelling at the soft feel of Jacks skin, the smooth muscles underneath the flesh. Sweeping upward again, his fingers encountered a raised bud. Curtis circled it with careful fingertips, exploring the tender area, noting the little gasp Jack emitted. Suddenly increasing hunger made Curtis leave the the sweet lips, kissing his way down along the jaw to the soft throat and down the esposed chest until he found the raised nipple with his mouth. He licked it with his tongue, wetting the spot thoroughly. Jack bucked at the sensation, fingers tugging at Curtis arms, eager to receive more from the taller mans touch. Like a man starving, Curtis returned to his mouth, kissing him even more wantonly than before. Jacks body strained against him, pressing close and Curtis felt his need in the hard shaft pulsing against his. The hungry lips clung to his own, but Jacks hands began to move, to stroke Curtis shoulders, to slide down his back. Lower, insistent fingers cupped his hard buttocks, pulling him near, and again Curtil felt the press of the Blonds stiff erection rubbing against his own through the disturbing material. “You feel good,” Jack gasped, pulling away for breath. He kissed Curtis cheek, his tongue boldly licked down Curtis throat. Curtis slid his hand deeper, reaching around the narrow waist to squeeze the muscular butt, sensing Jack sigh. “Let ‘ s get rid of our clothes,” Curtis breathed against Jacks cheek. For a moment he was only answered by the pounding of Jacks heart. Then he gave a brief assenting nod, Curtis met hot blue eyes, took in the sight of blond hair, of reddened, swollen lips. He couldn ‘ t hold back, couldn ‘ t wait any longer, grabbed the thin material with both hands and ripped the shirt of the smaller man open in one movement. Jack helped him hastily to get rid of his own, exposing the strong chest, glistening in dark beauty, muscles moving under the smooth surface. Without further hesitation, Curtis opened Jacks trousers and let them slid down his legs, while Jack fumbled with his. He laid his hands on the smaller one, assisted him in his efforts, until they both stood free of the restricting fabric. Curtis moved closer until at last he could feel Jacks whole length pressed against his own bare flesh. Each of his nerve endings reacted, surging with delight. His palms hungered to cover every inch of Jacks flesh, his eyes ached to run over the golden figure. He met his lips again, urging him down on his knees, devouring the delicious mouth with his own, before he placed him on his back. He leant over him without touching, his gaze centered on the place where the soft curls surrounded the erect manhood. The tip looked hot, moist and Curtis heart pounded in wildness with the realization that Jack really wanted him. He pulled the smaller man closer, lifting his hips, enjoying the steady returned pressure of Jacks belly against his own. They moved together, straining shafts sliding length for length. Resting on top of the Blond Curtis looked at him questioning, doubting the comfort of the hard ground but met sensual eyes revealing nothing else but pure lust and desire. Quickly he nipped and licked his way downwards, smiling when he heard Jack gasp in pleasure, when he felt hands caressing his back, leading him further down until he turned himself to the sweaty groin. There, he stroked down along the trembling thighs, willingly parting for him. He stroked back, until he let both his hands come up to encircle the hard organ. Jack began to thrash, when Curtis mouth went down to take it in, to instinctively suck. His eyes closed with the intimate act. Jack was hot in his mouth, stiff in his throat, pulsing with life. Curtis sucked him, then let up, then took the entire organ in again. Jacks body went rigid, hips lifting on each upstroke, sighs of pure bliss emanating from his lips. His hips now were thrusting out of control, unbearable heat poured from his body, when Curtis hungrily enjoyed the exotic taste of Jacks flesh in his mouth. His hands pulled Jack closer, he sucked desperately, needing to consume his essence, to have him, to keep a part of him inside. With a cry Jack froze, his hips up off the ground, his shaft deep in Curtis throat, who let the result of his attentions spurt into his mouth, still drawing on Jacks pulsing shaft with his lips, drinking all that Jack would give, not wanting to waste a precious drop. He continued licking and sucking, while his hand slipped between Jacks thighs, reaching back further, playing featherly above the soft entrance. Jack panted from the aftershocks of his orgasm, sighed whimpering, when two big, long fingers pushed their way upwards. Curtis left his cock and nuzzled the blond curls, moved to dip the navel, before he propped himself up on one arm, meeting Jacks cloudy eyes. The Blonds lips moved silently, sucking in the air around him, when these fingers continued to work up inside him, digging deeper, pushing harder, stretching him until he couldn ‘ t be stretched anymore. Their eyes locked and Jack shivered by the pure need, the raw hunger, confronting him. His gaze darted over the dark shining skin, the perfect masculine shape to the massive cock, straining upwards, threatening, big and thick and painful looking. The fingers pushed up into him, seeming to split him in half inside and yet his own cock had already gone hard again in reaction. “Tell me what you want.” Curtis deep voice sounded hoarsely, thick with lust, urging in desire and barely controlled passion. “Show me what you have to give, “ Jack whispered, groaning when those fingers pressed down deep and hard, until they reached the forbidden spot, sent pleasure crashing through him, shattering him inside. “Don ‘ t wanna hurt you,” Curtis breathed fighting his desire to take at once what he longed for. “You won ‘ t.” Just to confirm his words Jack moved on the strong fingers trying to get them deeper inside. His hot unfocused gaze watched his partner pull free, hurriedly coating his straining, dark organ with the few of the juices he could find, watched those hands part his sweat-sheened thighs again and lift his lower body up until Curtis waist was between the splayed legs, watched as the other man centered that huge, rock-hard cock and plunged it straight into him. His scream pierced the air, much the same as Curtis pierced him. The stretch was harder, nearly unbearable, the pain as intense as the pleasure. Curtis was big, but Jack was determined to let him in all the way, riding it out when the entry seemed to go on forever, a slow process, comparable to the most precious of pains. Curtis froze, taking a moment to look at the other man, finally bent forward, paralyzing him with glistening eyes, well knowing that his shaft moved now further into the tight grip holding him. Jack gasped and arched back in response, when the hard manhood rubbed across the special place inside him, creating stars behind his eyes, shooting waves of ecstasy through his body. He ‘ d never felt such a strength, such a power, filling him stronger, than he had ever been filled before, completely, stroking each nerve inside him with his hot hardness, sending sensations like arrows in his blood, making him wish to scream deliriously. Curtis himself panted, fighting the desire to take all he wanted in harsh forceful strokes, to ride Jack as powerful, as he wanted to. This was too special to be over too fast. He pulled back slowly, freeing his erection from the enticing tightness, before he thrusted in again, deep, making sure to move against the prostate, to hit the sensitive spot relentlessly. Pulling out with unbearable patience he enjoyed going deeper with each stroke, filling the other man repeatedly with his magnificent organ. Jacks eyelids fluttered, his mouth opened widely in delight, when Curtis set up pace, managing some short prods, before he started to batter him, massaging the special place inside him, making Jack cry in pleasure. He remained inside the other man, stretching him, sensing the pulsation of his cock, while Jack whimpered desperately while his prostate was stimulated again and again. He stared wildly at Curtis, begging him silently to move again, to fuck him properly. “Give it to me, do it,” he formed with his lips, giving an internal squeeze to the hot length inside him. Curtis hissed, pulled out completely, before he pushed back in one powerful thrust. Jack arched back, squirmed beneath, but the taller man was ready to start a rhythm, thrusting in with long, deep strokes, sliding the huge, burning shaft in and out, driving him higher and higher, creating sensations, he ‘ d never known existing. Curtis lifted Jacks lower body so that he was thrusting straight down into him, pounded mercilessly against the welcoming flesh. Grunting and cursing the two men moved to completion, the pounding took up speed, the movements became frantically. Small cries escaped Jacks mouth each time Curtis hardness pushed deep inside him. A final incoherent groan escaped Curtis lips, when he stiffened above Jack, went strangely still as the gathered energy released in a mind blowing explosion. Jack cried out as his body erupted again, as he felt his own hot seed shower his chest in a devastating climax, shaking him, claiming all he was, all he could ever feel. Curtis was still coming inside him, spending a hot, intimate gift, Jack ‘ d never experienced before. The still hard cock bored onto him, pulsated over and over again until he finally, inbeliebably seemed to be empty. Yet Curtis remained inside, his dark mysterious eyes searched the blue pools of the blond, reassuring, if he was alright. Jack felt sore, but not more than he had wanted to be. Seeing the uncertainty which touched his companions features, he let a smile twitch over the corners of his mouth, opening his arms. He felt the cock inside him soften and slip out, while Curtis pulled him up into his strong arms. “I never had it that good,” Jack managed to whisper, after his breathing had calmed down. “You ‘ re amazing, Curtis, I so needed this.” Curtis pressed him closer into his arms, nuzzled his throat, unable to speak.
Jack leant against the dark smooth chest, stroke the hairless skin, admired the feelings of heat and coolness the scent of the delicious body, the strength of this man, the incomparable sensations still running through him. He breathed into the sweet, yet masculine smell, taking it in, conserving it in his mind, closed his eyes feeling held, feeling secure in the strongest arms, he ‘ d ever lied in. Inevitable to break the spell, he gathered, what was left from his sanity, before he spoke at last, before he said, what had to be said. “I have to go back. You know it.” Curtis bent down even deeper, encircled him even harder, buried his face into his shoulder. “I know.” He finally answered, raised his head roughly, staring down into the blue green shimmering eyes, into the pale features, discovering the kind of strength, which had always been there, which surpassed easily his own, surpassed easily the strength his body was provided with, left him in shame and wonder, his heart aching, his body hurting, his soul longing for the man, he ‘ d known too short. .