Fic: "Under the Stars" (Mac/Jack) NC-17 (for coclaim100)
Title: Under the Stars
Rating: FRM
Summary: From ancient times to the present, the stars have stood silent sentinel above us all.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc. Jack Abernathy is the creation of stellaluna_, who lets him run free in my head.
Prompt: # 96-- Stars for coclaim100
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Jack Abernathy
A/N: Our latest creation for coclaim100. Companion to stellaluna_'s "One Froggy Evening" for coclaim100 prompt #5 -- Discussions . Read it.
Feedback always welcome.
They’re lying in the dark in a field, stars shining brightly down on them. Mac’s not used to this view, having grown up in the city. He’d learned about them in school, going on the field trips to the planetarium as a child, looking eagerly to the sky and disappointed when he saw just the occasional speck, the lights of the city drowning everything out in a pale wash. Abernathy is close by, rambling about mythology and pointing out different constellations, most of them which Mac already knows. The light of the moon shines down on them, throwing shadows along their features in the darkness.
"See that one there with the three of 'em in a line?" he points to the sky, towards the characteristic three stars of Orion's Belt. "That's the belt of the hunter Orion. He's got a club in one hand and a bow there, shooting at the Taurus bull, the V shaped thing" he traces the invisible lines slowly and deliberately-- "over there." He rambles on, pointing out other things like the Pleiades and Cassiopeia, while Mac makes quiet affirmative noises at all the right times.
He doesn't tell Abernathy that he knows it all already, instead preferring to listen to his smooth voice, content with the knowledge that it makes him happy to ramble on about such things. Sometimes the smallest things send him into the most elaborate explanations, without rhyme or reason. Abernathy seems to have almost a childlike fascination at times, a strange dichotomy to the man who wields a rifle with deadly skill. From stars to frogs to magic tricks, he loves to weave webs of legends and facts, a master orator with a slow southern drawl. Mac makes the occasional noise of acknowledgement when needed, trying to pay attention to what he's saying, but finds himself drifting comfortably off into a light daze, settling down into their nest of tamped-down long grass.
Abernathy's quieted down beside him, staring up at the sky and musing to himself, the occasional drawled mumble floating light in the air. Mac notices movement out of the corner of his eye, and watches Abernathy's hand creep slowly towards him. He pretends to not notice, however, preferring to wait and see what Abernathy is up to this time. He also sees that Abernathy's body is slowly inching towards him along with his hand, but he's picked back up on lecturing about the stars like there's absolutely nothing going on. Mac's in the mood to play the denial game, and lets Abernathy take the lead.
Abernathy's hand eventually makes it to Mac's side, slowly gliding up towards his stomach, caressing and moving back and forth. Abernathy slips his hand into Mac's shirt, and Mac has to keep himself from hissing because Abernathy's hand is cold from the cool night air. He can't control the quick contraction of his stomach muscles, even though it won't be long until Abernathy’s hand warms up against him. The fingers draw circles on his skin, swirling around and drifting up his chest before heading down to brush against the top of his trousers.
As Abernathy's fingers start to creep under the waistband, Mac just can't take sitting still anymore and unfolds one arm from under his head to turn Abernathy's face toward him, and kisses him with force. Abernathy rolls towards him with a pleased little moan, reaching for Mac with the other hand, pulling Mac onto his side and pressing them together. He takes his hand out of Mac's shirt long enough to undo a few buttons, and runs a hand freely up and down his chest. Mac starts to undress Abernathy, loving the feel of warm flesh under his hands.
Abernathy hooks a leg over Mac's, and forces their lower halves together. He moves down to Mac's shoulder and starts sucking and biting just under the neckline of his undershirt, intending to leave a mark in a place that could be conspicuous by choice. Each of them are trying to undress the other in a tangle of limbs, and Abernathy licks his way back up Mac's neck, capturing his lips once again.
Mac slips his hands into Abernathy’s trousers, and when he brushes his hand against the hardness in the front, Abernathy nips at his chin hard, licking it after. He moans quietly, leaning his face into Mac’s, a gesture strikingly more intimate than Mac expects. When he squeezes gently, Abernathy bites back a small moan of pleasure. "Chicago..." he hisses, hands spasming, squeezing hard against smooth flesh. Mac smiles, stroking Abernathy slowly, pushing hard against the underside with his thumb.
When Abernathy reciprocates by slipping his hands into Mac’s pants and grasping him, Mac freezes when Abernathy jerks him hard. He arches his neck back when Abernathy squeezes rhythmically, determinedly pushing every button of Mac’s that he knows. Mac tries to continue stroking Abernathy, but Abernathy just keeps doing everything that he can to keep him off balance and falling quicker toward orgasm.
Abernathy bites his neck while pushing his thumb into the slit, and Mac just can’t hold back anymore. He comes hard, hands spasming tightly and making Abernathy yelp. He hisses when Mac lets go, moving against his slack hand since Mac had stilled. Mac opens his eyes and turns back toward Abernathy, stroking him roughly.
“S’good Chicago,” he sighs, kissing Mac messily until his breath hitches and he groans into Mac’s mouth as he comes, falling slack against him. He pulls Mac toward him, pressing them tight together despite the mess, laying his face against his. Mac can see past the blur of Abernathy’s face to the stars above and smiles softly as he feels Abernathy settle against him.
He wishes he had the same ability to drop at a moment’s notice, comforted by the stars and tall grass, confident that something otherworldly was watching over him. For now, his all too mortal abilities would have to do.
Fin
8/06
Link to table of coclaim100 stories
Link to all of my stories
Rating: FRM
Summary: From ancient times to the present, the stars have stood silent sentinel above us all.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc. Jack Abernathy is the creation of stellaluna_, who lets him run free in my head.
Prompt: # 96-- Stars for coclaim100
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Jack Abernathy
A/N: Our latest creation for coclaim100. Companion to stellaluna_'s "One Froggy Evening" for coclaim100 prompt #5 -- Discussions . Read it.
Feedback always welcome.
They’re lying in the dark in a field, stars shining brightly down on them. Mac’s not used to this view, having grown up in the city. He’d learned about them in school, going on the field trips to the planetarium as a child, looking eagerly to the sky and disappointed when he saw just the occasional speck, the lights of the city drowning everything out in a pale wash. Abernathy is close by, rambling about mythology and pointing out different constellations, most of them which Mac already knows. The light of the moon shines down on them, throwing shadows along their features in the darkness.
"See that one there with the three of 'em in a line?" he points to the sky, towards the characteristic three stars of Orion's Belt. "That's the belt of the hunter Orion. He's got a club in one hand and a bow there, shooting at the Taurus bull, the V shaped thing" he traces the invisible lines slowly and deliberately-- "over there." He rambles on, pointing out other things like the Pleiades and Cassiopeia, while Mac makes quiet affirmative noises at all the right times.
He doesn't tell Abernathy that he knows it all already, instead preferring to listen to his smooth voice, content with the knowledge that it makes him happy to ramble on about such things. Sometimes the smallest things send him into the most elaborate explanations, without rhyme or reason. Abernathy seems to have almost a childlike fascination at times, a strange dichotomy to the man who wields a rifle with deadly skill. From stars to frogs to magic tricks, he loves to weave webs of legends and facts, a master orator with a slow southern drawl. Mac makes the occasional noise of acknowledgement when needed, trying to pay attention to what he's saying, but finds himself drifting comfortably off into a light daze, settling down into their nest of tamped-down long grass.
Abernathy's quieted down beside him, staring up at the sky and musing to himself, the occasional drawled mumble floating light in the air. Mac notices movement out of the corner of his eye, and watches Abernathy's hand creep slowly towards him. He pretends to not notice, however, preferring to wait and see what Abernathy is up to this time. He also sees that Abernathy's body is slowly inching towards him along with his hand, but he's picked back up on lecturing about the stars like there's absolutely nothing going on. Mac's in the mood to play the denial game, and lets Abernathy take the lead.
Abernathy's hand eventually makes it to Mac's side, slowly gliding up towards his stomach, caressing and moving back and forth. Abernathy slips his hand into Mac's shirt, and Mac has to keep himself from hissing because Abernathy's hand is cold from the cool night air. He can't control the quick contraction of his stomach muscles, even though it won't be long until Abernathy’s hand warms up against him. The fingers draw circles on his skin, swirling around and drifting up his chest before heading down to brush against the top of his trousers.
As Abernathy's fingers start to creep under the waistband, Mac just can't take sitting still anymore and unfolds one arm from under his head to turn Abernathy's face toward him, and kisses him with force. Abernathy rolls towards him with a pleased little moan, reaching for Mac with the other hand, pulling Mac onto his side and pressing them together. He takes his hand out of Mac's shirt long enough to undo a few buttons, and runs a hand freely up and down his chest. Mac starts to undress Abernathy, loving the feel of warm flesh under his hands.
Abernathy hooks a leg over Mac's, and forces their lower halves together. He moves down to Mac's shoulder and starts sucking and biting just under the neckline of his undershirt, intending to leave a mark in a place that could be conspicuous by choice. Each of them are trying to undress the other in a tangle of limbs, and Abernathy licks his way back up Mac's neck, capturing his lips once again.
Mac slips his hands into Abernathy’s trousers, and when he brushes his hand against the hardness in the front, Abernathy nips at his chin hard, licking it after. He moans quietly, leaning his face into Mac’s, a gesture strikingly more intimate than Mac expects. When he squeezes gently, Abernathy bites back a small moan of pleasure. "Chicago..." he hisses, hands spasming, squeezing hard against smooth flesh. Mac smiles, stroking Abernathy slowly, pushing hard against the underside with his thumb.
When Abernathy reciprocates by slipping his hands into Mac’s pants and grasping him, Mac freezes when Abernathy jerks him hard. He arches his neck back when Abernathy squeezes rhythmically, determinedly pushing every button of Mac’s that he knows. Mac tries to continue stroking Abernathy, but Abernathy just keeps doing everything that he can to keep him off balance and falling quicker toward orgasm.
Abernathy bites his neck while pushing his thumb into the slit, and Mac just can’t hold back anymore. He comes hard, hands spasming tightly and making Abernathy yelp. He hisses when Mac lets go, moving against his slack hand since Mac had stilled. Mac opens his eyes and turns back toward Abernathy, stroking him roughly.
“S’good Chicago,” he sighs, kissing Mac messily until his breath hitches and he groans into Mac’s mouth as he comes, falling slack against him. He pulls Mac toward him, pressing them tight together despite the mess, laying his face against his. Mac can see past the blur of Abernathy’s face to the stars above and smiles softly as he feels Abernathy settle against him.
He wishes he had the same ability to drop at a moment’s notice, comforted by the stars and tall grass, confident that something otherworldly was watching over him. For now, his all too mortal abilities would have to do.
Fin
8/06
Link to table of coclaim100 stories
Link to all of my stories