Sweet Dreams

Pairing: Jack Harkness/John Hart


It happened like it always did; in dreams. Dreams were the only place they could be together. Time and space separated them and Jack could feel the ache in his heart for John. Even though he was bad, oh so bad, there was nothing he wanted more than to feel John beside him in bed again. As if on cue Jack felt a very male hand slide up his chest and the hand didn't belong to Ianto. Jack could do one of two things. One: he could open his eyes, end the dream, and do some work. Two: he could stay asleep and let this naughty fantasy play out. Jack went with option two. Sighing he settled himself more comfortably into his mattress and let the dream play out.

The hand that caressed him moved with confidence. The hand that moved over him knew where to stroke and caress. That kind of knowledge only came from long practice, five years of practice. Jack let his own hands feel out for his phantom lover. They roamed over a strong well muscled back that was bare. Back up they traveled, fingers running through short hair that was silky despite the appearance. Next a body rose to cover his and Jack gasped. This was nothing short of erotic. Just touching and caressing. Each breath brought Jack's chest closer to John's, he knew it was John. The feel of him and the way he touched Jack was all the proof he needed. As much as Jack wanted to love John he just couldn't. There was nothing there between them other than lust and desire and desire wasn't love.

The phantoms lips met Jacks in the briefest of touches but it was Jack who wouldn't let go. Lips danced and tongues dueled for dominance. Jack rolled and pinned the man beneath him. Finally opening his eyes in the dream Jack looked upon John and smiled before resuming the heated kiss and torturous caresses. John fisted his hands in the sheet wrapped around Jack's waist. He was aching to feel Jack, feel all of Jack. Those Five years in the time loop had been five years well spent. The sex had been what made it unforgettable. And John wanted to feel that sex again. The soul shattering, Earth shaking, mind blowing sex that only Jack Harkness could provide. John reared up and tried to take control of the kiss, but he was at the wrong angle. Changing positions again John found himself on top and pinning Jack's hands to the bed. Jack always liked a bit of force. For a moment they stared at each other and the rest of the world faded away.

John rained kisses over Jacks face as he slid down the lean form of his past lover. That form hadn't changed in the intervening years. It was still the same old Jack with the same gorgeous body that Adonis would kill for. Jack shuddered when John’s warm, wet mouth latched onto to his right nipple. He nipped and kissed and suckled. All the things John knew Jack liked. His breath caught in his lungs, nearly causing him to black out. John moved lower over Jack stomach leaving a wet trail of kisses along his sensitive skin.

As John continued to move lower he slowly, methodically took the cream colored sheet off of Jack's lower body. Jack could only fist his hands in his hair. He felt himself grow hard and John's mouth was no where near where it should be. In fact his mouth was still lingering around his lower ribs. There was so much pent up desire that Jack was nearly out of his mind. Ianto helped alleviated some of it, but it was John who could take the full force of his passion. Jack propped himself up on his elbows to watch phantom John as his lips touched the base of his cock. He felt his eyes roll into the back of his head when John used his free hand to gently push him back down into the mattress. Jack was unprepared for what came next, John's mouth slipping slowly over his swollen head. Blood boiled though Jack's body and his pulse beat in his ears. A fantasy shouldn't feel this good, shouldn't feel this real. Warm heat enveloped Jack and he moaned in pleasure. John used his tongue and alternated with a light scraping of teeth. All of which had Jack reeling on the bed. He could feel himself hardening to the point of pain but it was a pleasurable pain and Jack wanted more.

The only article of clothing John had on him at the moment was a pair of pants, and those needed to be gone. Jack's body needed to feel John’s that was just how it was. Before he could reach his hands to pop the button holding John's pants in place he reversed their positions again. Clearly John wished to be in charge. Warm, wet heat enveloped Jack and Jack lolled his head back. This was pleasure in its purest form. John alternated between teeth and tongue. Jack wanted to cry out but restrained himself, this was a dream no telling if his out cries of pleasure would be heard in the waking world. Lightly teeth scraped along the underside of his cock and this time Jack moaned. How could he not? John knew all the right places to tease and torment. Jack squeezed his eyes shut and endured the pleasurable torment that John’s mouth was inflicting on his man hood.

"Oh God!" Jack moaned again when John licked a heated trail from the base of his cock to the swollen head and then went down on him again with teeth and lips only to taste a drop of pre-cum seeping out. John went up and down a few more time before kissing his way back up to Jacks lips, those oh so kissable soft lips that could make a man pout with lust and yearning to try them.

"That's it, give me all you got," John whispered and fused his lips to Jack's. They had always been passionate and destructive. John instinctively settled between Jack's parted thighs while his lovers hands struggled to strip his pants off. Jack growled in frustration when John removed himself from the bed and stood next to it. He only looked at Jack and gave a silent nod. Jack knew what it meant.

Rising slowly to his knee's Jack crawled to the edge of the bed and reached for the waist band of John's pants. When his fingers curled into the rough material Jack yanked John closer. Leaning down he placed a light, chaste kiss over a faded scar that only Jack knew was there. John shuddered, fisting his hands in Jack's hair, and tugged gently. They both chuckled at the light show of force before Jack nipped at Johns lips, then scraped his teeth down the side of his neck, and over his collar bone. The rich earthy taste of John invaded his senses and made Jack's mind race in a passion induced haze. Hand fisted in his hair again as Jack worked the button and zipper of John pants.

Snap!

The sound was deafening. It echoed in the chamber that served as Jacks room in the Hub. He lived, slept, and ate this job. Jack slipped his hand down and grasped the other mans hardening penis. This is what he had been missing for so long. John knew all the right places and he knew what drove Jack to lose control. While Jack leaned back onto the mattress taking John with him, John slid his jeans down so the pooled at his feet before stepping out of them and slipping comfortably between Jacks legs again.

Jack took a moment to stare into Johns eyes. There was sadness and love there, like it had been all those years ago. Cupping his face the two men shared a kiss that broke both their hearts with the tenderness that was in the way they moved their lips over each other. Jack used his free hand to grope for the handle to the drawer in the nightstand. John pulled back and reached his hand in the drawer to pull out a bottle of lube. Both men smiled at the other as John flipped the top open and squeezed some of the gel out onto his index finger. Jack felt his toes curl and his heart skip in anticipation. John smiled wryly and rubbed the rapidly warming gel over his swollen head and down over his engorged shaft.

Positioning himself just right John kissed Jack as he slowly slid himself into his lover. Jack gasped into the kiss and tightened his fingers on Johns shoulder. John held himself still while Jack acclimated himself to the wanted intrusion. Jack linked his right hand with John's left and interlaced their fingers as he urged John to move. The sensations were beginning to build. John reared up and sat back on his haunches bringing Jack into his lap and more firmly onto his aching member. Jack locked his legs around John's waist and began to move. Slowly at first and then they increased in speed. Sweat glistened in the dim lighting and the sound of shuddered gasp could be heard bouncing off the walls around them. John’s right hand came between them and his fingers wrapped around Jack's man hood. He alternated light squeezes with fast stroking. Jack could feel his orgasm build and build, like a fire being stoked just to see how bright it could burn. His nerve endings were on fire. John was becoming erratic; each thrust was long and hard, almost to the point of pain but never quite there.

Jack reclaimed John's mouth and invaded his parted lips with his ruthless tongue. John didn't remain docile. He fought back until their tongues dueled. Jack knew the game and he captured the other mans tongue. He sucked and nipped at John until John's moans mingled with Jack's. They were the only sounds to be heard. Jack let go of John's lips and just held his body close to his as John thrusted harder and harder into his body, a body that had been missing him for so long. Both men knew when the other was close to cumming. It was in the slight tension of their bodies and in the quick intake of their breath. John thrust one, two, three more times before he was spilling himself inside Jack and Jack was cumming in Johns hand. White streaks of sperm cascaded over John's abdomen. Each man fell against the other and panted in exertion. John' arms came around Jack's frame and just held him. Fingers danced along his spine and lips kissed his temple. John was always the touchy one after completion.

Slowly the two men separated and Jack sat against the head board. Smiling he opened his arms to welcome John into them. He sat with his back against Jack's chest and Jack's arms lightly locking around his upper arms to hold him within the cocoon of his body. Jack closed his eyes and rested his cheek against John's temple. John hugged Jack’s arms closer and reveled in the warmth. Slightly Jack began to rock from side to side as he placed butterfly light kisses to John’s temple.

John ran his fingers over Jack’s arm lightly. This was the best part, the after shocks in Jack’s arm and just being held. “Too bad this is a dream,” Jack muttered and tightened his hold on John.

“Who says it’s a dream,” John replied in a chuckle. Jack froze in that instant. If this wasn’t a dream, then John had really come back. It had been more than two months since Toshiko and Owen had been killed and John had dared to come to him. John felt the sudden tension radiate from Jack’s still form.

“Why did you come here?” Jack asked his voice calm and a little cold.

John moved out of Jack’s arms and sat at the edge of the bed. He hunched his shoulders and clasped his hands, “I came back to comfort you and because I love you.”

Jack instinctively reached out to caress John’s back but stopped short of touching his soft skin with his rough calloused fingers. John had been one of the reasons that Tosh and Owen were dead, but only because of Gray. His brother had been twisted by hatred and torture. Jack made up his mind. He touched his hand, palm down, to John’s skin. John sighed and leaned back into Jack’s touch. The last time he had been with Jack, John had felt unwanted. That was why he had covertly entered the hub to have Jack in the way he used to. Those five years spent in the time loop were the best of John’s life. John turned and once again took comfort in Jack’s arms. He could feel the immortals heart beating under his cheek. There was nothing better than this, not even being on a pleasure planet.

“I think we both needed this” Jack whispered and kissed the top of John’s head.