[ Jack loves kissing Claire. It's like every part of his mind goes quiet and all he can pay attention to is the feel of her body against his, the softness of her lips and her hands on his shoulders, arms, back, face, neck. elsewhere.
The both of them shirtless (fher bare skin against his, breasts pressed up against his chest, and jack’s body feels all lit up, head to toe), jeans open and slipping halfway off their hips to make room for hands that have been exploring. Claire's good with him, takes his hand in hers and guides him where she wants to be touched, gives the helpful nudge here and there, and then lets jack learn her body, how she reacts and to what, where the best spots are and what pressure she wants on them. She's beyond beautiful when she's focused on this, on pleasure and feeling and where their skin meets. He's memorized the sighs and gasps she makes, anticipates them, tries to earn as many as he can get.
Jack's painfully easy to get reactions from. It's like every new experience is an incredible surprise. His mind goes blank and his body responds, and it all feels so good. each new sensation spirals out of control and drags such an earnest response out of him.
He can feel the cloth under his fingertips, between her thighs, soaking up wetness and it makes him throb and twitch under claire's hand mirroring his, palming through his boxers as he sighs against her ear, heat burning through his cheek against hers. Sam and dean are gone for the night, castiel probably with them, so they have the house to themselves for the rest of the evening and there is a general idea of where they’d like to go with this. By this point, someone has given him The Talk, so while he’s not completely ignorant of what’s involved with sex, it doesn’t stop him from being somewhat nervous about it, still. But that’s easy enough to forget when he finds claire’s lips again, kissing her slow and deep, mind shutting back off for a bit.
Well, until he’s nearly rocking into her hand, hips jerking with the urge to grind against her palm, and jack pulls back long enough to breathe, calm himself down, and mutter against her lips as he sweeps a hand up her bare side. ] I don’t think I’ll last much longer like this. [ this, with the hand on him and claire in front of him and his brain trying really hard not to short circuit. ]
[Under different circumstances Claire might have considered this wrong, unjustified somehow, and maybe she was flirting with danger by toeing this line with Jack who, despite knowing what he is, she still doesn't totally understand. Vulnerable moments between them have turned into intimacy, and after nursing each other back to health there wasn't a single person that she trusted more now. Sam and Dean, of course, she believed in them and knew they had her back, but what she had with Jack was so different, it began small and gentle, and had blossomed into an experience that neither of them really had any power to control. In some ways, she felt like he saw through her, understood her without her having to say a thing or open old wounds, and so she afforded him the same thing naturally- what's fair was fair.
In moments of sadness, bodies pressed together can bring comfort, but when that same body needs a different kind of release tension is all too powerful of a facilitator. Claire's not sure herself, where it went from gentle kissing to hot friction, but her shirt is gone, the shallow width of the space under her chest is under his studious hands and her blue eyes meet him with renewed interest. Jack was so much more than just some Nephilim, some powerhouse that no one seemed to get. He was more human than any of them.]
Jack- are you sure?
[Claire was definitely more experienced, but she knew she wanted it too. She just wanted to make absolutely certain they were on the same page, and this wasn't something he felt like he had to do- some other way he felt like he needed to prove himself.]
Because I'm ready. God. More than ready.
[There's really no telling if Nephilim DNA can penetrate contraceptives but Claire is on the pill, and she's taken all the necessary precautions. She always did. He'd have to be really dense not to know, just how ready she was, the dampness through her underwear was only the beginning, and whatever refined senses he might have she's really hoping they don't fail him now.]
[ in quiet moments of conversation, one or the other trying to endure some kind of immense pain, physical or otherwise, jack had come to learn that claire is a beautifully complicated, wonderfully emotional, vibrantly alive person, and he's still in awe of everything he sees in her. she's been hurt so much by the world and she's still so brave and determined to keep fighting. sometimes it's a crutch for her, sometimes she's using it to run, and jack can understand that too. he'd felt so suffocated and useless and miserable when he didn't have his powers and sam and dean didn't let him hunt anymore. he hadn't been as stubborn and convicted in it as claire was, didn't strike out on his own. life has done everything to break her down, and she's still so strong and so brave, it's amazing.
and then there's moments like this, quiet and close, her trusting him to see these softer parts of her and jack's so grateful to be trusted with it. there's a dizzying storm of surging emotion and overwhelming physical sensation, pressed up to her like this, jack's lips brushing the side of her neck, then a collar bone before he meets her eyes again. ]
I'm sure, as long as you're still sure.
[ yes, he realizes she basically just told him she's sure, and he isn't an idiot, he can feel her body reacting. still, it's important that she knows this is as much dependent on her comfort as it is his. it doesn't matter who has more experience. but yes, okay, they're both ready.
jack dips his head to trail a line with his lips down her chest, kissing softly along the line of her sternum between full breasts, while he tugs at her jeans, easing them down and off her hips, thumb hooked in her underwear to drag it along with. even while he's stripping her, jack's body reflexively presses up close to hers, almost like shielding her or protecting her from the cold of the room or the general concept of exposure. still, he's never seen her completely naked, and jack's aching with the want to drink in the sight of her bare, and he glances down while he strokes an open palm along her hip and down her thigh, eyes trailing up her body until he meets claire's again with a breathless smile. ] You're so beautiful, Claire. Like one of those old Renaissance paintings that looks like a fairy tale.
[ sorry, he's grossly genuine pretty much 24/7, this is your boyfriend, congrats, he's a nerd. ]
[ God forbid Claire ever catches wind of just how closely Jack's been paying attention, It would unnerve her to know just how well he can read her despite how many walls she's kept up to keep those things protected.
These days Jack was hope personified for her, someone she didn't have to say too much to but could be silently understood or accepted despite the lack of intelligible conversation. What scared her about him also invigorated her, and with each gentle kiss and precise press of lips the nerves under the gestures come alive, light on fire in a way she hasn't let herself feel for such a long time.]
I'm sure.
[That's obvious, his gentle explorations aren't being ignored or rejected. She's happy to let him explore, happy until he takes the time to document the memory and then maybe for the first time since being around him she feels vulnerable.
The comment gets a breathy laugh and her chest and stomach roll from it and up against Jack's body by sheer effect of how close they are, legs entangled, hands at the ready as soon as he decides to move forward.]
I'm not that deep.
[That was a lie. She's sitting here, ready and willing for Jack who's so much better, purer, more powerful than anything she's ever seen. A real beacon of hope, but here he is waxing poetic about her being some sort of work of art. The smile on her face is mawkish, almost embarrassed.]
[ claire laughs, and jack can feel it all through her body, chest rising against his and stomach shaking with the laugh. she's embarrassed but jack can't help finding it adorable, arms wrapping around her back and hips to pull her in closer against him as he smiles with her, forehead pressed to claire's with a short kiss to the tip of her nose. ]
I don't believe that.
[ he knows there's plenty of depth to her (not that the paintings that came to mind were that deep, stop looking at medieval porn, jack), she just doesn't let it out much. she's like dean in that vulnerability is threatening to her, after living a life that was a constant struggle to survive, to hold onto the things that were important to her, to protect her heart. claire thinks of him as a beacon of hope, but she's gotten back up each and every time she's been broken down, and she's still one of the fiercest people he's ever known. if that isn't hope, he doesn't know what is. but she doesn't need a cheerleading moment from him right now.
once jack's worked his own jeans off (snagging something from a pocket before he does), and the both of them are completely bare against each other, he lets out an airy sigh, pausing to enjoy the feeling of her body curled against his, their arms around each other and legs tangled up together. most of it is jack savoring the feeling of it, but there's a part that's really, really nervous. ]
I, um. [ he mutters eventually, after kissing her slow and sweet and deep for a moment or so. he definitely didn't ask the 'are you on the pill' question before this, because it didn't even occur to him as a thing, so what's clenched in a hand is a condom, and he ducks his head, breathing out slowly as he build up the courage to actually voice this, raising up the little foil square between them. ] Dean told me what to do with these, but he said it with a metaphor about his car that didn't translate well, and now I'm kinda worried about what he gets up to when we leave him alone with Baby in the garage...
[ which is jack's round-about way of saying "i don't know what i'm doing and i'm sorry". please ignore how red his pale cheeks and ears have turned at this point. ]
[It's difficult because Jack is one of the sweetest people she's ever known. Kind to a fault and sometimes she doesn't feel particularly deserving of that kindness. Even if she knew the way that he saw her, it wouldn't receive anything but admonishment and denial. She'd never been very good at accepting certain truths.
He's gentle, soft in all the right ways, hard in all the best ways. So full of surprises and mystery.
When the kiss is renewed, she unintentionally opens her body for him, like a flower in bloom. Legs separating just enough for Jack to fit between them but his nervousness over the condom derails any trail of thought she might have had and she smiles and sits up on her knees to pluck it out of his fingers.]
Okay, I'll help you with this, but only if you promise to never mention Dean again when we're naked and in bed together.
[The fact that she even has to say that, Claire tears open the foil around the condom and it's lubricated which is nice, not that they needed it. A thrill rolled through her as she grabbed Jack in hand and rolled the condom onto him. It's that simple, easy as pie. It didn't take a rocket scientist and still, Dean managed to fuck up the explanation.]
All you need to do is make sure it doesn't break when you put it on.
[Claire slides easily over Jack's lap, not quite on top of him but with a small gap between their laps and she meets his lips for a sweet reassuring kiss. There's a first time for everything, Claire won't sit here and pretend like she was a frequent flier. No, she wasn't a virgin, but she was by no means some powerhouse playgirl. It's been a while since she's even let anyone get this close.]
[ jack might be sweet and kind and a beacon of hope and an apocalyptic powerhouse, but sometimes, he's a fucking idiot. thankfully, claire's usually more on top the particulars of human interaction and nuances, so they make a good team. ]
Right, of course, sorry. I promise.
[ the light laugh that's leaving him at her disapproval of the dean-mention is interrupted by a short, nearly silent, sharp inhale when her hand closes around him, jack's body flush and hard and eager under her fingers. he almost misses the entire demonstration because of it. ]
Got it. Thank you. [ jack breathes out slowly, letting go of the lip he was chewing on, as the awkward moment passes and claire's sliding into his lap, jack leaning up to meet her with hands gliding up her thighs and around her hips. he follows up the sweet kiss she gives him with another, and another pulling her in closer until the gap between them is gone, and her hips are pressed up right against his. there's so much heat between them and he can't help the way he rolls his hips against her, grinding himself against the slick warmth of her and thinking about what it'll be like to be inside.
a shaky breath rattles through him and his hands on her hips slip back, smoothing over the plush curve of her ass before lifting her up, pressed tight against his chest, until he can feel himself nudging against her entrance. he'll let claire control sinking down on him when she's ready, but his eyes don't leave hers for a second. ]
[ Claire is far from gentle but with Jack, she's a different sort of creature. The small inhale when she grips him in one hand is masked by a sweet kiss, renewing the moment as soon as she's done with the task at hand.
It's fresh, new, fragile in the best of ways and her heart is hammering around like the wings of a hummingbird in her chest. They can spend eternity kissing, but there's no hiding what this is doing to either of them.
The subtle thrust of his hips, meeting hers in kind are distracting in the kind of way that feels like free-falling and she's grateful for once when he grabs her and takes the initiative because she's not so sure it's something she'd had the gumption to do herself.
Something about Jack watching her so intently has her body flowering with heat as she eases down onto his shaft, and at first, like with anyone there's the burning pain of something new and different making its way inside of her.
It's not like he's small, it would all be too easy if he was, even under the meek demeanor there's muscle there and something predatory like an undercurrent in everything he does. It takes a moment for her to adjust to it, but when she does she starts it's slow, soft, raising herself just enough that she can feel everything in entirety when she pushes back down against him.]
[ every inch of him that claire is touching feels like bliss to jack, and when she starts to sink down onto him, it's all he can do not to fall apart then and there. Its like there’s fireworks going off behind his eyelids and sparks dropping all across his bare skin, heating him up and setting a fire through the web of nerve endings inside him.
keeping his eyes open is a task, but he doesn't want to miss a second of her, even as his breathing hitches and he drops a hand to the sheets, bunching them between his fingers and curling in so much the fabric maybe tears a little. oops, nephilim strength'll do that. ]
Claire. [ he gasps out, once she's fully seated and she raises herself up just a little, making jack's head spin in the most incredible way. his arms around her waist hug tight, pulling her in flush against his chest, and jack ducks his face against the side of her neck, the tip of his nose nudging against the underside of claire's jaw as his lips brush against the pulse point under warm, soft skin.
this time, he helps to lift her up, dragging her body higher up along his shaft as his hips roll back, and then, gradually, down again, and jack's frame shudders underneath her, fingers curling in against her side and lips parting to breathe out a huff of warm air against her neck. white lights dance against the backs of his eyelids and jack had no idea his body could feel this good. that claire could make him feel like this, not just for the pleasure, but the swelling in his chest, the intimacy that feels sweet and private and personal, and all theirs alone.
easing the both of them to the side, jack keeps her supported as he moves to lay her down against the bed, rolling to shift their tangled limbs until she's laid comfortable down and jack's slotted snug between her spread thighs, lips seeking out hers to kiss still tender and soft, but with an edge of something a little desperate, a little needy. he's careful when his hips shift again, dragging out and pressing smoothly back in, making sure she's not hurting in any way before he tries to be any less delicate with her. even if claire's always been so tough and enduring and anything but breakable, she's still something precious to him. ]
1. ] Dean passed out wet and naked in a rocking chair again.... 2. ] I showed my fake ID to the cop to ask if the coloring looked off to him. 3. ] R.I.P my virginity. TOD 12:37pm 4. ] I brought coffee but not enough for the naked person on the porch 5. ] I forgot how to act sober.
[Claire's done this before, not as naive or enchanted by things the way that Jack was. In truth, that's part of what had made her like him so much his unmangled view of things, jadedness simply didn't exist for him and it's something that she's been lacking since she was young.
The build-up has her head rolling on her shoulders, of course - of course he'd be a natural. The way he takes control pulls a gentle sound out of her that she can do nothing to mask. His mouth at her neck and jaw, the way he says her name, it's all too much and while Jack might be trying to pay attention through it all Claire gives herself over to the moment.
The stark shift in their position pulls a shot out of her because she hadn't been expecting it and she lies there a little winded, lips agape, blue eyes glued to Jack's face. Yeah, she could get used to him asserting any kind of dominance she realized. There's something comforting not only in being taken care of but in being treated like she isn't some breakable little thing.]
Right- right there. Jack. Fuck.
[This time there's no off, or you to end the sentence like there had been before. He's hitting right up into her sweet spot with each drag of his hips and she meets the advances half way, with her ankles hooked at the base of her spine.]
sex with claire novak is amazing. every arch of her body, every shift of muscle, every expression she makes and every sound that comes from her is a thrill, and jack's drunk on it. she's utterly gorgeous underneath him, lost to the world as she rocks down to meet his hips and jack's head spins in the most amazing way, light headed and dizzy, tunnel visioned on her. anyone could walk in at this moment and it's not likely jack would notice. ]
God, Claire, you're beautiful. [ it rattles up from his chest in a gasp, and jack's control is fraying the closer he sinks into her, a hand stroking down her side, over her hip, and up the thigh that's wrapped around to his back, something about the way she's clinging to him burning that need inside him that much hotter. his hips start to snap a bit more, push a little harder, handle a little rougher, and jack's lips find the side of her neck as he strokes his hand back up along her side, over a breast, thumb working over the bud of her nipple absently while he sucks a red mark over her pulse point.
there's a constant, persistent need to get as closer to her as he can, the arm jack had been using to support himself ending up wrapped around her back, hugging her close close close to his chest, heaving in erratic pants and gasps. somewhere in the desperate mess of limbs that they are, one of jack's hands finds one of claire's, tangling their fingers together and as a low moan sounds in the back of his throat, he squeezes, as if needing the extra contact, as if the point where he's inside her isn't intimate enough. if he knew a way to weave their souls together, he'd do that too, but that's a bit advanced for one little antichrist in the making. ]
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it's me i thought itd be a lot longer before i got to talk to you again
[ what with the whole dying thing. death isn't supposed to be the end of a soul, he knew that well enough, but jack wasn't sure if what he is really... counted. if his afterlife would ever be close enough to sam and dean's afterlives that he'd see them again someday. but, apparently it's worked out, since here sam is now. ]
i'm at a cabin where do i find you?
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[ dean eases down to sit with him, and jack's watching him intently, taking in the words and letting them soak into his mind. everything he's learned about life he's learned like this, in quiet moments with one of the winchester men (castiel included in that count), confusion and frustration bounding around inside his chest while one of his dads talks calmly and perhaps a bit sadly. this world he was born into has so much sorrow, so much pain, and so little you can do about it without hurting someone else. it's complicated and messy and he still doesn't understand it all most days, but he's trying. all the same, he nods, swallowing thickly. ] I understand.
[ jack worries that maybe he never will understand it all. maybe he'll lose them all too soon and won't have anyone left to tell him about the world anymore, to hold his hand through it and guide him and forgive him when he gets it wrong, support him when he doesn't know how to forgive himself. there's no telling who he'd have become if this family didn't find him. ]
I wouldn't hate you. I can't. [ he doesn't have it in him to hate any of the three of his dads, and after the nature of his birth, jack's more likely to hate himself than hate anyone else for dying so he can live. ] You guys are the only reason I got to live at all.
[ kelly died for him to be born, but sam, dean and castiel protected him, took him in, raised him, taught him how to be human, how to be a hunter, how to be worth more than what power he has and where he came from. he couldn't hate dean for letting michael beat him, but he'd miss him like a lost limb, like a piece of his soul was carved out and thrown away. the thought sends a shiver through him and jack pulls the blanket tighter around his shoulders. ] How'd you keep going, after your dad was gone? You had Sam, right? Maybe I need a brother...
[ go adopt another teenager if you're going to be kicking the bucket soon, dean. ]
( it's only slightly comforting to hear that jack wouldn't hate him, because, frankly, it would probably make dean feel better if he did. jack may be alive thanks to the winchesters, but there was still a time in jack's early life that dean wasn't so sure he should be alive. he doesn't want to think of the possibility of that paranoia being right. all they can do is do their best, raise him in the only way they know how, and hope to be better fathers than their own.
he's just beginning to consider jack's question when the kid practically throws him a curveball. )
Whoa, okay, slow down. ( he's definitely not adopting anymore kids anytime soon. at least, not on purpose. (although, is it ever really on purpose with them?) ) This ain't the kinda talk I signed up for. You want a brother, you go talk to Sam. ( patron saint of wayward children, sam winchester. anyway. speaking of sam. he clears his throat, chasing the lump down with beer. you know, a completely healthy and normal coping mechanism. ) 'Course, we did have each other, yeah. But it wasn't always a picnic in the park, even with Sam around. Hell, he almost made it worse.
( he shakes his head, recalling those days when sam was on his case about "not dealing" with dad's death (sure, he was right, like he usually is, but it really is a wonder they didn't end up killing each other) or when sam suddenly started taking dad's teachings seriously, turning them on dean as if he didn't know dad's mantras and rules backwards and forwards, better than his own fucking hand. he remembers, more clearly, how much he'd wanted to die, and stay dead, because that's how it should have been. because it should have been him, and not dad, and yet somehow sam managed to convince him otherwise. sam, the one worth living for. the one worth staying alive for. )
So don't go summoning my spirit after I'm gone when he starts to drive you crazy. ( he says it like it's inevitable, because in a way it is, but there's a lightness to his tone of voice, almost like it's supposed to be a joke. maybe it is. ) Between Sam and Cas, though ... you'll be alright.
[ not all of jack's days are positivity and heartfelt pep talks from one or all of his dads. some days they're busy, some days they don't notice he's a little less bright than he usually is, some days he learns subtly and hiding your feelings like the best of them because he doesn't want them to notice. they have enough to worry about without having to look after some kid. it leaves jack sitting quietly in his room, legs crossed under him and back slouched against the headboard, eyes half lidded and sad as his fingers pick at the loose strands of thread on his comforter.
ample time to mull over disastrous mistakes and regrets, as teenagers and winchesters both are wont to do, though the disastrous part is a little more on the nose than most teens in jack's case. this isn't a new pastime, and it's hardly the first time jack's closed his eyes tight and wished he could just go back, like restarting from an earlier save point in any of the games he's played with sam on boring nights. this is, however, the first time it actually worked.
that's how castiel ends up with a skinny teenaged boy with an angelic aura bright enough to power new york city squished up against his shoulder on whatever bed or couch or mat on the floor he happens to be hanging out on while winchester brothers are out doing things they don't want to take the half crazed baby in a trench coat to. when jack opens his eyes again, having felt the new pressure and warmth at his shoulder, he's glancing around with wide, owlish eyes, before finding castiel's face. ]
Cas? [ since when does cas teleport again? how quietly did he enter the room to get right up next to jack without him noticing? also, this is no longer the right room. what. ]
Why do you look like a nurse? [ you know, the scrubs. with the trench coat still. okay. ] ...That wants to be a detective.
[ dean's near abject horror at the thought of picking up another adopted child pulls a laugh from the kid, jack smiling wide and snickering, pulling his mug of beer up to his lips to take a sip, and keep himself from laughing too much at dear old dad. it's the kind of joy like this that means the boys did damn good raising this kid - the fact he can laugh so easily, smile so freely, while talking to them about his fears and worries. there's been more than enough trauma in his short lifetime for a child to want to cave in on himself, but they raised a good kid, a happy kid, despite it all. one that can even tease a man that once wanted to kill him. ] I don't think you signed up for me either.
[ he's pretty sure dean told everyone, loudly, that he did not sign up for babysitting the anti-christ, as it was put, which feels so far away from them now. it's hard thinking of dean as anyone but his family, someone who's risked his life to keep him safe. adopting wayward brats is apparently just a thing that happens to the winchester brothers and their pet angel, and it's a damn good thing. they were the only ones looking to pick up jack for jack's sake, rather than what he could do for them, and there's no telling what kind of miserable life he would've led if they hadn't. ]
What if it's summoning your spirit's on accident? Like with Cas and the Empty. [ On Accident, dean, can you really get mad at him if it's On Accident, hmmm? this said carefully as he peers over the rim of his mug, brows arched. ] I can't stop what I don't know's happening, right?
[ is this how he can get away with bringing his dads back if they get themselves killed (again)? he just has to figure out how to invite an accidental power use, since, you know, he's a fucking terrible liar. even the little half smirk he's wearing when he asks is already nearly giving him away. ] Anyway, last time you disappeared, Sam grew a bread. It was a really sad beard.
[ don't let bad beards happen to good people, dean. don't make jack suffer through it. ]
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That's very responsible. I'll even help you with the posters.
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I guess we can keep it corralled in the garage for now.
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[ jack, literally just write "peacock found", how many people do you really think lost a gd peacock... ]
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NSFW starter for ~wiseass
The both of them shirtless (fher bare skin against his, breasts pressed up against his chest, and jack’s body feels all lit up, head to toe), jeans open and slipping halfway off their hips to make room for hands that have been exploring. Claire's good with him, takes his hand in hers and guides him where she wants to be touched, gives the helpful nudge here and there, and then lets jack learn her body, how she reacts and to what, where the best spots are and what pressure she wants on them. She's beyond beautiful when she's focused on this, on pleasure and feeling and where their skin meets. He's memorized the sighs and gasps she makes, anticipates them, tries to earn as many as he can get.
Jack's painfully easy to get reactions from. It's like every new experience is an incredible surprise. His mind goes blank and his body responds, and it all feels so good. each new sensation spirals out of control and drags such an earnest response out of him.
He can feel the cloth under his fingertips, between her thighs, soaking up wetness and it makes him throb and twitch under claire's hand mirroring his, palming through his boxers as he sighs against her ear, heat burning through his cheek against hers. Sam and dean are gone for the night, castiel probably with them, so they have the house to themselves for the rest of the evening and there is a general idea of where they’d like to go with this. By this point, someone has given him The Talk, so while he’s not completely ignorant of what’s involved with sex, it doesn’t stop him from being somewhat nervous about it, still. But that’s easy enough to forget when he finds claire’s lips again, kissing her slow and deep, mind shutting back off for a bit.
Well, until he’s nearly rocking into her hand, hips jerking with the urge to grind against her palm, and jack pulls back long enough to breathe, calm himself down, and mutter against her lips as he sweeps a hand up her bare side. ] I don’t think I’ll last much longer like this. [ this, with the hand on him and claire in front of him and his brain trying really hard not to short circuit. ]
oh nooo i love this
In moments of sadness, bodies pressed together can bring comfort, but when that same body needs a different kind of release tension is all too powerful of a facilitator. Claire's not sure herself, where it went from gentle kissing to hot friction, but her shirt is gone, the shallow width of the space under her chest is under his studious hands and her blue eyes meet him with renewed interest. Jack was so much more than just some Nephilim, some powerhouse that no one seemed to get. He was more human than any of them.]
Jack- are you sure?
[Claire was definitely more experienced, but she knew she wanted it too. She just wanted to make absolutely certain they were on the same page, and this wasn't something he felt like he had to do- some other way he felt like he needed to prove himself.]
Because I'm ready. God. More than ready.
[There's really no telling if Nephilim DNA can penetrate contraceptives but Claire is on the pill, and she's taken all the necessary precautions. She always did. He'd have to be really dense not to know, just how ready she was, the dampness through her underwear was only the beginning, and whatever refined senses he might have she's really hoping they don't fail him now.]
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and then there's moments like this, quiet and close, her trusting him to see these softer parts of her and jack's so grateful to be trusted with it. there's a dizzying storm of surging emotion and overwhelming physical sensation, pressed up to her like this, jack's lips brushing the side of her neck, then a collar bone before he meets her eyes again. ]
I'm sure, as long as you're still sure.
[ yes, he realizes she basically just told him she's sure, and he isn't an idiot, he can feel her body reacting. still, it's important that she knows this is as much dependent on her comfort as it is his. it doesn't matter who has more experience. but yes, okay, they're both ready.
jack dips his head to trail a line with his lips down her chest, kissing softly along the line of her sternum between full breasts, while he tugs at her jeans, easing them down and off her hips, thumb hooked in her underwear to drag it along with. even while he's stripping her, jack's body reflexively presses up close to hers, almost like shielding her or protecting her from the cold of the room or the general concept of exposure. still, he's never seen her completely naked, and jack's aching with the want to drink in the sight of her bare, and he glances down while he strokes an open palm along her hip and down her thigh, eyes trailing up her body until he meets claire's again with a breathless smile. ] You're so beautiful, Claire. Like one of those old Renaissance paintings that looks like a fairy tale.
[ sorry, he's grossly genuine pretty much 24/7, this is your boyfriend, congrats, he's a nerd. ]
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These days Jack was hope personified for her, someone she didn't have to say too much to but could be silently understood or accepted despite the lack of intelligible conversation. What scared her about him also invigorated her, and with each gentle kiss and precise press of lips the nerves under the gestures come alive, light on fire in a way she hasn't let herself feel for such a long time.]
I'm sure.
[That's obvious, his gentle explorations aren't being ignored or rejected. She's happy to let him explore, happy until he takes the time to document the memory and then maybe for the first time since being around him she feels vulnerable.
The comment gets a breathy laugh and her chest and stomach roll from it and up against Jack's body by sheer effect of how close they are, legs entangled, hands at the ready as soon as he decides to move forward.]
I'm not that deep.
[That was a lie. She's sitting here, ready and willing for Jack who's so much better, purer, more powerful than anything she's ever seen. A real beacon of hope, but here he is waxing poetic about her being some sort of work of art. The smile on her face is mawkish, almost embarrassed.]
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I don't believe that.
[ he knows there's plenty of depth to her (not that the paintings that came to mind were that deep,
stop looking at medieval porn, jack), she just doesn't let it out much. she's like dean in that vulnerability is threatening to her, after living a life that was a constant struggle to survive, to hold onto the things that were important to her, to protect her heart. claire thinks of him as a beacon of hope, but she's gotten back up each and every time she's been broken down, and she's still one of the fiercest people he's ever known. if that isn't hope, he doesn't know what is. but she doesn't need a cheerleading moment from him right now.once jack's worked his own jeans off (snagging something from a pocket before he does), and the both of them are completely bare against each other, he lets out an airy sigh, pausing to enjoy the feeling of her body curled against his, their arms around each other and legs tangled up together. most of it is jack savoring the feeling of it, but there's a part that's really, really nervous. ]
I, um. [ he mutters eventually, after kissing her slow and sweet and deep for a moment or so. he definitely didn't ask the 'are you on the pill' question before this, because it didn't even occur to him as a thing, so what's clenched in a hand is a condom, and he ducks his head, breathing out slowly as he build up the courage to actually voice this, raising up the little foil square between them. ] Dean told me what to do with these, but he said it with a metaphor about his car that didn't translate well, and now I'm kinda worried about what he gets up to when we leave him alone with Baby in the garage...
[ which is jack's round-about way of saying "i don't know what i'm doing and i'm sorry". please ignore how red his pale cheeks and ears have turned at this point. ]
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He's gentle, soft in all the right ways, hard in all the best ways. So full of surprises and mystery.
When the kiss is renewed, she unintentionally opens her body for him, like a flower in bloom. Legs separating just enough for Jack to fit between them but his nervousness over the condom derails any trail of thought she might have had and she smiles and sits up on her knees to pluck it out of his fingers.]
Okay, I'll help you with this, but only if you promise to never mention Dean again when we're naked and in bed together.
[The fact that she even has to say that, Claire tears open the foil around the condom and it's lubricated which is nice, not that they needed it. A thrill rolled through her as she grabbed Jack in hand and rolled the condom onto him. It's that simple, easy as pie. It didn't take a rocket scientist and still, Dean managed to fuck up the explanation.]
All you need to do is make sure it doesn't break when you put it on.
[Claire slides easily over Jack's lap, not quite on top of him but with a small gap between their laps and she meets his lips for a sweet reassuring kiss. There's a first time for everything, Claire won't sit here and pretend like she was a frequent flier. No, she wasn't a virgin, but she was by no means some powerhouse playgirl. It's been a while since she's even let anyone get this close.]
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Right, of course, sorry. I promise.
[ the light laugh that's leaving him at her disapproval of the dean-mention is interrupted by a short, nearly silent, sharp inhale when her hand closes around him, jack's body flush and hard and eager under her fingers. he almost misses the entire demonstration because of it. ]
Got it. Thank you. [ jack breathes out slowly, letting go of the lip he was chewing on, as the awkward moment passes and claire's sliding into his lap, jack leaning up to meet her with hands gliding up her thighs and around her hips. he follows up the sweet kiss she gives him with another, and another pulling her in closer until the gap between them is gone, and her hips are pressed up right against his. there's so much heat between them and he can't help the way he rolls his hips against her, grinding himself against the slick warmth of her and thinking about what it'll be like to be inside.
a shaky breath rattles through him and his hands on her hips slip back, smoothing over the plush curve of her ass before lifting her up, pressed tight against his chest, until he can feel himself nudging against her entrance. he'll let claire control sinking down on him when she's ready, but his eyes don't leave hers for a second. ]
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It's fresh, new, fragile in the best of ways and her heart is hammering around like the wings of a hummingbird in her chest. They can spend eternity kissing, but there's no hiding what this is doing to either of them.
The subtle thrust of his hips, meeting hers in kind are distracting in the kind of way that feels like free-falling and she's grateful for once when he grabs her and takes the initiative because she's not so sure it's something she'd had the gumption to do herself.
Something about Jack watching her so intently has her body flowering with heat as she eases down onto his shaft, and at first, like with anyone there's the burning pain of something new and different making its way inside of her.
It's not like he's small, it would all be too easy if he was, even under the meek demeanor there's muscle there and something predatory like an undercurrent in everything he does. It takes a moment for her to adjust to it, but when she does she starts it's slow, soft, raising herself just enough that she can feel everything in entirety when she pushes back down against him.]
Wow.
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keeping his eyes open is a task, but he doesn't want to miss a second of her, even as his breathing hitches and he drops a hand to the sheets, bunching them between his fingers and curling in so much the fabric maybe tears a little. oops, nephilim strength'll do that. ]
Claire. [ he gasps out, once she's fully seated and she raises herself up just a little, making jack's head spin in the most incredible way. his arms around her waist hug tight, pulling her in flush against his chest, and jack ducks his face against the side of her neck, the tip of his nose nudging against the underside of claire's jaw as his lips brush against the pulse point under warm, soft skin.
this time, he helps to lift her up, dragging her body higher up along his shaft as his hips roll back, and then, gradually, down again, and jack's frame shudders underneath her, fingers curling in against her side and lips parting to breathe out a huff of warm air against her neck. white lights dance against the backs of his eyelids and jack had no idea his body could feel this good. that claire could make him feel like this, not just for the pleasure, but the swelling in his chest, the intimacy that feels sweet and private and personal, and all theirs alone.
easing the both of them to the side, jack keeps her supported as he moves to lay her down against the bed, rolling to shift their tangled limbs until she's laid comfortable down and jack's slotted snug between her spread thighs, lips seeking out hers to kiss still tender and soft, but with an edge of something a little desperate, a little needy. he's careful when his hips shift again, dragging out and pressing smoothly back in, making sure she's not hurting in any way before he tries to be any less delicate with her. even if claire's always been so tough and enduring and anything but breakable, she's still something precious to him. ]
more tflns;
2. ] I showed my fake ID to the cop to ask if the coloring looked off to him.
3. ] R.I.P my virginity. TOD 12:37pm
4. ] I brought coffee but not enough for the naked person on the porch
5. ] I forgot how to act sober.
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so kinda better than most I think
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The build-up has her head rolling on her shoulders, of course - of course he'd be a natural. The way he takes control pulls a gentle sound out of her that she can do nothing to mask. His mouth at her neck and jaw, the way he says her name, it's all too much and while Jack might be trying to pay attention through it all Claire gives herself over to the moment.
The stark shift in their position pulls a shot out of her because she hadn't been expecting it and she lies there a little winded, lips agape, blue eyes glued to Jack's face. Yeah, she could get used to him asserting any kind of dominance she realized. There's something comforting not only in being taken care of but in being treated like she isn't some breakable little thing.]
Right- right there. Jack. Fuck.
[This time there's no off, or you to end the sentence like there had been before. He's hitting right up into her sweet spot with each drag of his hips and she meets the advances half way, with her ankles hooked at the base of her spine.]
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sex with claire novak is amazing. every arch of her body, every shift of muscle, every expression she makes and every sound that comes from her is a thrill, and jack's drunk on it. she's utterly gorgeous underneath him, lost to the world as she rocks down to meet his hips and jack's head spins in the most amazing way, light headed and dizzy, tunnel visioned on her. anyone could walk in at this moment and it's not likely jack would notice. ]
God, Claire, you're beautiful. [ it rattles up from his chest in a gasp, and jack's control is fraying the closer he sinks into her, a hand stroking down her side, over her hip, and up the thigh that's wrapped around to his back, something about the way she's clinging to him burning that need inside him that much hotter. his hips start to snap a bit more, push a little harder, handle a little rougher, and jack's lips find the side of her neck as he strokes his hand back up along her side, over a breast, thumb working over the bud of her nipple absently while he sucks a red mark over her pulse point.
there's a constant, persistent need to get as closer to her as he can, the arm jack had been using to support himself ending up wrapped around her back, hugging her close close close to his chest, heaving in erratic pants and gasps. somewhere in the desperate mess of limbs that they are, one of jack's hands finds one of claire's, tangling their fingers together and as a low moan sounds in the back of his throat, he squeezes, as if needing the extra contact, as if the point where he's inside her isn't intimate enough. if he knew a way to weave their souls together, he'd do that too, but that's a bit advanced for one little antichrist in the making. ]
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i thought itd be a lot longer before i got to talk to you again
[ what with the whole dying thing. death isn't supposed to be the end of a soul, he knew that well enough, but jack wasn't sure if what he is really... counted. if his afterlife would ever be close enough to sam and dean's afterlives that he'd see them again someday. but, apparently it's worked out, since here sam is now. ]
i'm at a cabin
where do i find you?
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[ jack worries that maybe he never will understand it all. maybe he'll lose them all too soon and won't have anyone left to tell him about the world anymore, to hold his hand through it and guide him and forgive him when he gets it wrong, support him when he doesn't know how to forgive himself. there's no telling who he'd have become if this family didn't find him. ]
I wouldn't hate you. I can't. [ he doesn't have it in him to hate any of the three of his dads, and after the nature of his birth, jack's more likely to hate himself than hate anyone else for dying so he can live. ] You guys are the only reason I got to live at all.
[ kelly died for him to be born, but sam, dean and castiel protected him, took him in, raised him, taught him how to be human, how to be a hunter, how to be worth more than what power he has and where he came from. he couldn't hate dean for letting michael beat him, but he'd miss him like a lost limb, like a piece of his soul was carved out and thrown away. the thought sends a shiver through him and jack pulls the blanket tighter around his shoulders. ] How'd you keep going, after your dad was gone? You had Sam, right? Maybe I need a brother...
[ go adopt another teenager if you're going to be kicking the bucket soon, dean. ]
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he's just beginning to consider jack's question when the kid practically throws him a curveball. )
Whoa, okay, slow down. ( he's definitely not adopting anymore kids anytime soon. at least, not on purpose. (although, is it ever really on purpose with them?) ) This ain't the kinda talk I signed up for. You want a brother, you go talk to Sam. ( patron saint of wayward children, sam winchester. anyway. speaking of sam. he clears his throat, chasing the lump down with beer. you know, a completely healthy and normal coping mechanism. ) 'Course, we did have each other, yeah. But it wasn't always a picnic in the park, even with Sam around. Hell, he almost made it worse.
( he shakes his head, recalling those days when sam was on his case about "not dealing" with dad's death (sure, he was right, like he usually is, but it really is a wonder they didn't end up killing each other) or when sam suddenly started taking dad's teachings seriously, turning them on dean as if he didn't know dad's mantras and rules backwards and forwards, better than his own fucking hand. he remembers, more clearly, how much he'd wanted to die, and stay dead, because that's how it should have been. because it should have been him, and not dad, and yet somehow sam managed to convince him otherwise. sam, the one worth living for. the one worth staying alive for. )
So don't go summoning my spirit after I'm gone when he starts to drive you crazy. ( he says it like it's inevitable, because in a way it is, but there's a lightness to his tone of voice, almost like it's supposed to be a joke. maybe it is. ) Between Sam and Cas, though ... you'll be alright.
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ample time to mull over disastrous mistakes and regrets, as teenagers and winchesters both are wont to do, though the disastrous part is a little more on the nose than most teens in jack's case. this isn't a new pastime, and it's hardly the first time jack's closed his eyes tight and wished he could just go back, like restarting from an earlier save point in any of the games he's played with sam on boring nights. this is, however, the first time it actually worked.
that's how castiel ends up with a skinny teenaged boy with an angelic aura bright enough to power new york city squished up against his shoulder on whatever bed or couch or mat on the floor he happens to be hanging out on while winchester brothers are out doing things they don't want to take the half crazed baby in a trench coat to. when jack opens his eyes again, having felt the new pressure and warmth at his shoulder, he's glancing around with wide, owlish eyes, before finding castiel's face. ]
Cas? [ since when does cas teleport again? how quietly did he enter the room to get right up next to jack without him noticing? also, this is no longer the right room. what. ]
Why do you look like a nurse? [ you know, the scrubs. with the trench coat still. okay. ] ...That wants to be a detective.
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[ he's pretty sure dean told everyone, loudly, that he did not sign up for babysitting the anti-christ, as it was put, which feels so far away from them now. it's hard thinking of dean as anyone but his family, someone who's risked his life to keep him safe. adopting wayward brats is apparently just a thing that happens to the winchester brothers and their pet angel, and it's a damn good thing. they were the only ones looking to pick up jack for jack's sake, rather than what he could do for them, and there's no telling what kind of miserable life he would've led if they hadn't. ]
What if it's summoning your spirit's on accident? Like with Cas and the Empty. [ On Accident, dean, can you really get mad at him if it's On Accident, hmmm? this said carefully as he peers over the rim of his mug, brows arched. ] I can't stop what I don't know's happening, right?
[ is this how he can get away with bringing his dads back if they get themselves killed (again)? he just has to figure out how to invite an accidental power use, since, you know, he's a fucking terrible liar. even the little half smirk he's wearing when he asks is already nearly giving him away. ] Anyway, last time you disappeared, Sam grew a bread. It was a really sad beard.
[ don't let bad beards happen to good people, dean. don't make jack suffer through it. ]