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If Angus MacGyver had a dollar for every time he woke up in a locked room with a pounding headache, he would be a rich man. Well, richer than he already was since with all of his patents he already was kind of loaded, but that wasn't the point.
Groaning, he forced himself to stay awake and he rolled on his side, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths, trying to remember what happened. He had been getting coffee in one of the cafes not far from the Phoenix and when he had walked out of there he had taken a sip... and he didn't remember much more. He had gotten drugged, that much was obvious, but before he could try to figure out what he had been drugged with, a sudden groan coming from somewhere in the room startled him and made him freeze.
His pulse pounded faster and he licked his lips, the salty aftertaste of Rohypnol or something like it hitting his tongue. Being abducted was bad enough, but doing it with someone else wasn't ideal, especially if the person turned out to be a civilian. They tended to panic, which didn't help in these situations, but as Mac stared at the peach-colored wall across from him, he heard them start to move around. He wasn't quite ready for that, but he figured they might have as well gotten acquainted.
"Hey," he started in a grating rasp, then cleared his throat and tried again. "Are you okay? Did they drug you too?"
The sounds suddenly stopped, as if that person stilled completely, and then Mac's heart basically stopped when the person spoke, "Afraid so, hoss."
Faster than he should have, Mac rolled on his other side, and even though he was dizzy and his world spun a little, there was no denying that the person sitting on the floor a few feet away was Jack. "Jack?" he gasped, and then he basically threw himself forward, crawling toward him until he could wrap his arms around his neck.
He was more or less in Jack's lap, but he didn't give a damn, muffling a sound that was almost a sob against his shoulder. He squeezed his eyes shut when Jack hugged him back a moment later, face pressed into Mac's hair. "What are you doing here?" Mac whispered after a moment, leaning back enough to see Jack's face. Even though they had been apart for almost two years now, he had barely changed - a few new lines around his eyes and a beard, but that was it. "I... I don't understand... I thought you were still overseas?"
"I was," Jack confirmed, and god, his voice - it sounded a bit rough thanks to the drugs, but it was just like Mac remembered, that soft, low rumble that he had missed and might have sometimes dreamed about it. "But we found Kovacs last week, he's... he's gone for good now." He gave Mac a weak smile, one that was supposed to hide that the mission had probably been rough and awful, but Mac saw right through it. "And I was on my way back, I was gonna surprise y'all... I remember gettin' out of LAX... nothin' after that, I woke up here."
Mac frowned. "It was the same thing for me," he said, one hand absently squeezing the back of Jack's neck. It was an intimate gesture, but he couldn't help himself, his inhibitions lowered thanks to the roofie. "I walked out of a cafe with my coffee and then... nothing." He turned his head - slowly this time - and looked around the room. It was a bedroom with a bathroom attached, but the openings where the windows should have been had been bricked over. "What the hell is this place?"
"No clue," Jack muttered, also looking around, and while Mac knew their situation was serious... he couldn't help but think about how much he had missed Jack and how happy he was to see him. "But if you're feelin' up for it... we should try and figure out a way out." Jack raised his eyebrow and smiled again, this time genuinely. "It's still how you do things, right? Figure things out and solve problems?"
Mac smiled back, lost for a moment in the deep brown sparkle of Jack's eyes. "Yeah, more or less." He used Jack's shoulders for support as he stood up, grasping Jack's hand to pull him up a moment later. That was when Mac saw exactly how ripped Jack was, his broad chest stretching out his t-shirt. "Wow, you look... really good."
Jack let out a startled laugh and either Mac was seeing things, or... Jack blushed. "Yeah, well... there's been a lot of runnin' around in the past two years," Jack said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "And a lot of... moving in general, so I might be in a better shape than I was when I left."
Mac swallowed hard, trying to hide his real reaction to seeing Jack like that - a very inappropriate one - but he was saved from having to come up with something to say when Jack looked over his shoulder and the expression on his face grew serious. "What the fuck?" he muttered under his breath, and Mac turned around, following his line of sight... and realizing that the bed he had seen from the floor was actually shaped as a huge heart.
A chill ran up Mac's spine, and it had nothing to do with how he could feel Jack's body heat against his back. He took a step closer to the bed, but other than its odd shape and the red velour comforter, it seemed normal. He looked around and realized there was no other furniture - and then something else struck him. "Jack... how did we get in here?" he asked, eyebrows drawing down. "There's no door."
Jack frowned and also glanced around. "I... have no idea," he said slowly. "Maybe through one of the windows and then someone bricked it over?"
"It's not a fresh work," Mac said after examining the windows. "So there's probably a secret door somewhere."
"And a camera," Jack pointed out grimly, looking up, and when Mac followed his gaze he saw a camera in one corner, near the ceiling.
Before they could discuss what to do next, however, a loud sound echoed around the room, almost like a... creaking of a microphone. "Angus MacGyver," a voice sounded from... somewhere, probably a hidden speaker. "Jack Dalton. Welcome."
The words were slightly distorted, like they were being run through a filter - that could mean it someone they knew, or maybe it was just to add to the atmosphere. "Who are you?" Mac asked, figuring the sound must have traveled both ways if their kidnapper had known when to interrupt them. "What do you want?"
"Look down at your left wrists," the voice instructed, and they both did. Mac's stomach dropped to the floor when he saw a heavy black cuff strapped around it. "Think of it like a shock collar, only with less potential for accidental death. If you disobey me at any point, you'll get to find out what it feels like."
Mac swallowed hard and immediately reached for the cuff with his other hand, unable to stop himself, and the voice reacted immediately, "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Angus." Mac did his best not to flinch at being called by his first name and he wondered how that person knew their identities.
"Dude, come on," Jack said, walking up closer to the camera, sounding pissed off. "What the hell do you want?"
"I'm glad you asked, Jack," the voice replied, and it sounded genuinely pleased, which was somehow worse than if it was detached and sociopathic. "I spend a lot of time observing people, and I've been watching Angus for quite some time now. It seems he needs someone to... take him down a peg. I thought about nabbing one of those pretty ladies he works with, or maybe that British gent, but none of them seemed... right for the job. Not until you."
"Excuse me?" Jack basically hissed, and Mac was pretty sure he had never heard him sound like that. He swallowed hard and tried to ignore the very bad feeling he suddenly had about this, and also wondered how the hell he hadn't noticed someone was watching him. "You're not making much sense, psycho - which is not that surprising - and as soon as I get my hands on you, you're gonna regret all of this."
"I would be delighted to see you try," the voice said, but any amusement was gone. "But unfortunately, that won't be happening. What will be happening is that Angus is going to reach under the bed and pull out the surprise I've left for you." When Mac didn't move for several seconds, pain lanced up his arm, the electrical shock from his bracelet silent but agonizing. He wound up on his knees next to the bed, gritting his teeth to hold back a scream.
"Mac!" Jack was by his side in a second, one hand grabbing his shoulder while the other one slowly rubbed up and down his back.
"See, Angus? Not a very pleasant feeling, I imagine," the voice said, and Mac closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. Eventually he was able to stand up, Jack's hands steadying him, and one look at his partner - still, always his partner - told him that Jack was as worried about this whole thing as he was. "Now, Angus, do as I say and reach under the bed."
Mac reluctantly did as he was told, and pulled a surprisingly large plastic tub out from under the bed. Inside it were granola bars, bottled water, various toiletries... and a bottle of lube. He was careful not to let his reaction to that item show on his face, and instead turned in the direction the voice has been coming from. "Okay, I did what you asked," he said, ignoring the hitch in Jack's breathing when he saw the lube sitting conspicuously among everything else. "Now what?"
"Oh, Angus, we all know you're a smart guy," the voice said, and Mac could tell its owner was smiling which was... pretty disturbing. "I'm sure you can figure it out."
Swallowing hard, Mac glanced at the plastic tub and its contents, but as hard as he tried, he was really not sure what their kidnappers wanted from them. There was one hysterical thought crossing his mind, but it was too surreal, so Mac forced himself to look away and forget about it. "I'm afraid you're gonna have to enlighten us," he gritted through his teeth.
"Hmmm, okay... oh! Remember earlier when I said you needed to be taken down a peg?" The voice sounded almost gleeful now, and the way its owner was cycling through emotions like channels on a TV was disturbing. "What I really meant to say is you should be pegged! Get it?" That made both Mac and Jack freeze, and when they didn't respond, the voice said, "Jack's going to fuck you, Angus. Whether you'd like him to or not."
Mac felt his blood freeze in his veins and he was too shocked to move, save for his hands that started trembling. "No," Jack said in a shaky but firm voice. "No, I'm not gonna do that, I'm not goin' to hurt him-" He abruptly stopped talking, dropping to his knees with a loud groan, clutching his left wrist, and this time it was Mac's turn to comfort him and rub his back, moving on autopilot.
"I think you misunderstand me, gentlemen," the voice said, amused once again. "You don't really have a choice in the matter. Well, I suppose you could eat through your supplies and then starve to death - nobody's going to find you before that can happen." A sigh. "And here I thought I was being nice by giving you lubricant. Oh well. I'll give you two a moment to digest the news... but when I come back, I expect to see some action."
The microphone clicked quietly and it was completely silent after that. Mac highly doubted the psycho actually left, but at least he was f talking for now and Mac can try to focus and figure something out. "Jack, you okay?" he asked quietly, and his breath hitched when Jack looked up at him with a tortured look on his face.
"Not really," he whispered, shaking his head. "What are we supposed to do now? It's not like I... I can't do this. I can't do this to you."
Mac moved his hand from Jack's back to his shoulder, squeezing comfortingly. "I know this... this isn't something you want," he started, pretending the words didn't feel like he was gargling glass as they emerged from his throat. He had had... less than platonic feelings for Jack since before he had left, and they had come roaring back in this moment even though Mac had thought he had buried them a long time ago. "But I need time to figure out how to get us out of here, and I can't do that if one of us has a heart attack from too many electrical shocks."
Jack stared at him with wide eyes. "Mac, you... you can't be suggesting we actually go along with it," he said quietly, and Mac tried to ignore the way his heart dropped. It wasn't like he wanted it to happen like that, with a camera and someone watching, but... knowing how opposed Jack was to the idea of sleeping with Mac was kind of heartbreaking, even though realistically Mac had always known there was no chance for him to be with Jack.
"Do you see any other option?" he asked, his voice cracking. "I know that you're... that you're straight, but we... I don't see any other solution."
Jack's face screwed up a little, almost like he wanted to laugh but thought better of it. "I'm not straight," he said, and Mac must have still been feeling the effects of the Rohypnol, because there was no way he had heard that right. "Got no problem battin' for the same team. I got a problem doing this with you when-"
He was cut off by the screech of the microphone and the return of the mysterious voice: "Tick tock, boys. Get on that bed or this is going to get ugly."
Mac swallowed hard while his thought were spinning because... he had always thought he had no chance with Jack because Jack was straight, but... it turned out he just wasn't into Mac, and somehow that was worse.
Ignoring the part where Jack had said he had a problem with sleeping with him, Mac stood up and tugged Jack up to his feet. "We don't have a choice," he whispered, and after staring into Jack's eyes for a few seconds, he leaned in and pressed their lips together.
Jack pulled in a sharp breath, but to Mac's intense relief he kissed back. Trying to push aside the hurt welling up in his chest, Mac wrapped his arms around Jack's neck. He didn't deepen the kiss yet, wanting to give Jack time to adjust to the idea... and he did. His hands settled tentatively on Mac's hips, and the next time their lips parted and came together he nipped at Mac's lower lip.
Mac stifled a moan, not wanting to do anything to make Jack more uncomfortable than he already must have been. He failed to stay quiet, though, when Jack's tongue slipped into his mouth, and he made a soft sound in the back of his throat, his arms tightening around Jack's neck. As the kiss got deeper, Mac lets himself pretend that this was real, that Jack was actually into this... and he gently tugged him toward the bed until the back of his knees hit the mattress and he dropped down on it, pulling Jack on top of him.
Jack made a sound too, like the breath had been punched from his lungs, but he didn't stop kissing Mac. It was no secret that Jack had always been built and more filled out than Mac in most areas, but having him looming above him made it even more obvious. That turned Mac on more than he would have liked to admit, and he spread his legs a little so Jack could settle between them before he broke the kiss. He was pretending he needed to breathe, but in reality he was looking around for supplies to make them a way out.
Suddenly another wave of pain shot up his arm and he let out a scream, arching underneath Jack who stilled and looked down at him worriedly. "Tsk, tsk, Angus," the voice said as Mac tries to catch his breath. "You thought you could just make out and use the opportunity to find a way out?" The person laughed loudly. "Adorable. Now get back to it, boys, and no stalling... or you're going to regret it."
Jack leaned back in and pressed his lips to Mac's cheek. It was an oddly sweet gesture considering the circumstances and how opposed Jack was to this, but he was probably just trying to be comforting and they didn't have a lot of options. "You okay?" he murmured after trailing his lips to Mac's ear. "And did you see anything?"
"I'm good," Mac whispered, shuddering when Jack's teeth scraped against his jaw, one of his big hands squeezing Mac's hip. There hadn't been another shock, which meant their captor's microphone couldn't hear them at this volume - good to know. "I think there's only one camera, and it's up in the corner with the microphone. Means there's a blind spot underneath it."
"Mhmm," Jack hummed, and Mac gasped when he started sucking a bruise below his jaw. "That doesn't help us with those bracelets we're wearin'," he murmured, and Mac swallowed because he knew Jack was right. The truth was, other than that he hadn't seen anything else that could have been useful to help them escape which meant... which meant they had to do as their kidnapper said. "Mac," Jack whispered after a moment, moving his lips to Mac's ear again. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Mac squeezed his eyes shut, clamping down on the sound that threatened to escape - it was either a hysterical laugh or a sob, he couldn't tell. "Yeah, I... it's okay, Jack," he replied, swallowing hard. He reconnected their lips as he got his fingers up underneath the hem of Jack's t-shirt, stroking at his back for a moment. He felt Jack's skin break out in goosebumps at the touch and got bolder, pushing the shirt up and tugging, gratified when Jack leaned back to take it off.
Mac's breath hitched and he couldn't help but stare at Jack's bare chest because while it had looked impressive in a t-shirt... it looked gorgeous now and Mac was trying very hard not to drool. He forced himself to look away, though, and he pulled Jack in for another kiss because this... this meant nothing to Jack and Mac couldn't let it show that he was actually in love with Jack and into what they were doing.
He also tried not to think too hard about himself in comparison, but that proved impossible when the hand Jack had placed back on his hip moved higher to pull Mac's button-down shirt out of his jeans. He had put on some muscle of his own in the past couple years, but he was still lean and gangly, too-long arms flailing to help as Jack unbuttons his shirt. His mouth was back on Mac's neck, tongue licking over the birthmark near the hinge of his jaw that he had always been self-conscious about.
Jack didn't seem to mind and he let out a soft groan when Mac's hands slid up his chest. Once he was done sucking another bruise into Mac's skin, Jack pulled back a little and slid the shirt off Mac's shoulders and tossed it aside. Mac tried not to squirm under Jack's gaze, but he didn't say anything and almost immediately attached his lips to Mac's collarbone.
Mac let out a quiet, shaky sigh and stared at the ceiling, willing his body to play along. Despite the fact that it was Jack with his lips on Mac's skin, the fact that they were doing this under duress was making it hard to... well, get hard. "Try to relax," Jack mumbled when he came up for air, meeting Mac's eye for a second before leaning in to kiss him again. His hands explored Mac's chest and abs for a moment before one came to rest on the front of his jeans. "It's just me."
Mac swallowed hard because that was the problem, wasn't it? That it was Jack, and Mac had wanted this for so damn long... but not like this. Still, if they wanted to survive they had to do this, so Mac closed his eyes and tried to forget about the circumstances and where they were - instead he focused on Jack, on his touch and his lips on his skin, and how... how much he loved him.
Warmth flooded through Mac's whole body and he leaned into Jack's next touches, sliding his hands down Jack's back to rest on his ass. He absently wondered if what they were doing was at all what their kidnapper had in mind, or if they had expected Jack to... to force himself on Mac. Shaking that off, Mac's toes curled when Jack opened his jeans, bringing his own hands around to work on Jack's pants - and he had to stifle a moan when he realized Jack was half hard.
Jack made some kind of sound - too quiet for Mac to actually make out what it was - and he slid one of his hands into Mac's hair, tugging it lightly. Mac was unable to hold back a moan and he got a little bolder and pushed Jack's jeans down as far as he could... and he slid his hand into his underwear, wrapping his fingers around Jack's cock.
That earned him a noise he heard loud and clear: a broken groan, like Mac had punched Jack in the gut. His forehead dropped to Mac's shoulder and he returned the favor, grabbing Mac's underwear and pulling it down before he got a hand around his cock. Mac gasped harshly in Jack's ear and wrapped his arm around his neck to hold him close, nuzzling his face against his cheek.
He gave Jack a few slow strokes, and it hit him that Jack was big, and he suddenly really wanted to know how it would have felt to have him inside him. Jack's fingers also tightened around his cock and he was also hard at this point - something he had thought would have been impossible just a few minutes ago - and he moaned softly when Jack moved his hand, stroking him just as slowly. "J-Jack," he moaned, unable to stop himself, his cheeks burning.
Jack's hips twitched into Mac's grip, his mouth open and damp against his skin as he gasped for air. "Fuck," he groaned out, and then he was wriggling out of his jeans and letting go of Mac's cock, but only so he could rip off his underwear, leaving them both naked. Then he was back, kissing Mac on the lips and taking him in hand again.
A part of Mac remembered that the camera was still in the room and that their crazy kidnapper was probably watching, so they were completely exposed... but right now, blanketed with Jack's body, he felt... safe. They jerked each other off for a moment and while it felt fantastic, Mac was aware that this was not what the psycho had wanted, and apparently Jack knew that as well. "Mac, I... he made himself pretty clear earlier," Jack gasped into his ear, thrusting into Mac's hand. "Can I..."
The fact that Jack would ask even though they had been ordered to sleep together was enough to bring tears to Mac's eyes, but he willed them away. "Yeah, yeah, you can," he whispered, freeing up his hands so he could frame Jack's face with them, pulling him in for a kiss. He reached over the side of the mattress and grabbed the bottle of lube, passing it to Jack when he broke away. "I trust you, Jack."
Jack looked down at him with such a tortured look that it made Mac's heart clench. He didn't understand why Jack was looking at him like that, but it was probably because sleeping with Mac was the last thing he wanted, but had no choice. Mac did his best not to tense when he heard Jack open the lube and he kept his gaze on the ceiling as Jack poured it on his fingers.
Before he did anything else, Jack rubbed his dry hand up Mac's thigh, squeezing the muscle as he leaned down to kiss Mac's cheek, then nuzzle under his jaw. He used his mouth to distract Mac from the way his index finger searched for his entrance, finding it a moment later and circling it gently before pushing inside. The intrusion made Mac suck in a breath, his hands gripping Jack's biceps tightly.
Jack groaned softly, but didn't say anything, mouthing at Mac's jaw as he slowly started to move his finger in and out. Mac focused on breathing and trying not to cry because... Jack was so incredibly gentle, and Mac wished more than anything than this had been real.
He wrapped both arms around Jack's shoulders and hugged him close, but Jack must have heard Mac's breathing hitch because he stopped moving for a second, lifting his head to look at Mac's face. "Mac? Are you okay?" he asked, eyes growing wide when Mac shook his head and looked away. "Did I do somethin' wrong?"
For a second Mac felt like laughing, but he was afraid that if he did that he would immediately start sobbing. "No, Jack, no," he whispered. "It's okay, I'm just..."
"I know this sucks, Mac," Jack interjected softly. "And I know that... this isn't ideal."
"You can say that again," Mac mumbled, and part of him couldn't believe that any of this was happening, but specifically that they were having this conversation while Jack's finger was in his ass. "Just... keep going? Distract me?"
"Yeah, okay," Jack said, leaning in to nip at Mac's earlobe. "Tell me about what happened while I was gone."
Mac swallowed hard. "It's been... a hard two years," he whispered, gasping when Jack started moving his finger again. "I... we've been infiltrated by a crazy man that... had a beef with my father." Talking about his dad should have been weird as hell in this situation, but all of this felt so surreal that Mac didn't care. "Charlie died because of him."
"Fuck, Mac, I'm sorry," Jack murmured, his lips moving against the skin below Mac's ear. "Is that why you guys lost your clearances?" When Mac made a surprised sound that strayed close to a moan, Jack clarified, "I tried gettin' in touch with the Phoenix a couple times after I left... but the phones just kept ringing. I figured something happened so I made a couple calls - heard you were one helluva teacher."
"I... yeah, you could say that," he breathed out, gasping when Jack added a second finger. "It was- oh god - it was okay, but... I missed doing what we do at the Phoenix."
"Understandable," Jack murmured, pushing his fingers deeper and pressing a kiss to Mac's jaw. "You always wanted to help people." He paused to kiss his way to Mac's other ear and Mac groaned louder when his fingers found his prostate. "How was working with Desi?"
Mac let out a choked laugh, because bringing Desi up while they were in this position was... awkward. "She's amazing at her job," he answered honestly, fingernails scratching down Jack's back as he scissored his fingers apart gently before pushing a third one inside. "We... we tried dating for a while. It didn't work out, but... we're still friends."
He could have sworn Jack faltered for a second, but when he spoke he sounded normal - well, considering the circumstances. "That's... that's good," Jack muttered. "That you're still friends."
Mac was too busy moaning to analyze Jack's words and he arched off the mattress when Jack pushed his fingers in harder. "I'm... Jack," he gasps. "I'm... good, I think."
Jack pulled his fingers out slowly, pausing before he grabbed the lube again. "No condoms, huh?"
"Nope," Mac said, averting his eyes while Jack slicked up his own cock, swallowing the saliva that filled his mouth. "I'm clean, though. Just had my physical, Russ makes us get one every six months."
Jack sighed. "That slimy British bastard is another thing I wanted to talk to you about once I got back," he muttered. "But I guess it has to wait. I'm clean too, had a physical after the mission was officially wrapped up."
"Okay," Mac whispered, his heart clenching when Jack settled between his legs. He closed his eyes, but then he felt a gentle hand on his cheek.
"Hey," Jack murmured. "Relax. I don't wanna hurt you."
Mac looked into Jack's eyes, and despite the ache in his chest, he said quietly, "You never could."
That answer was both too honest and completely farcical, because Jack had hurt him - they had hurt each other, Mac knew that. But as Jack lined himself up and slowly started pushing into Mac's body, he thought that if they could survive this they could work everything else out.
He gasped and threw his head back, staring at the ceiling as Jack kept moving. He was gulping in air, doing his best not to fall apart, and once Jack bottomed out he stilled, pushing his face into Mac's neck. Mac trembled a little underneath him, trying to get used to then overwhelming stretch, and eventually he wrapped his arms tightly around Jack's neck. "You can... move, Jack."
Jack made a wounded sound against his throat, one arm slipping underneath Mac's back. His other hand traveled up into Mac's hair again, and Jack used that grip to pull him into a kiss. He drew his hips back and pushed them forward tentatively, causing them both to moan. It felt so good, almost too good, and Mac drew his knees up so Jack could get in deeper the next time he moved.
The kiss was mostly them panting into each other mouths as Jack set up a steady pace, his hips moving smoothly in and out of Mac. When air became necessary they pulled apart and Jack buried his face in Mac's neck again, panting against his skin and moaning whenever Mac clenched around him. Mac closed his eyes when his vision started blurring and he forced his brain to shut off and not think about how this... this was just pretending on Jack's part, but he also couldn't help but wonder who Jack was thinking about right now to keep himself going.
Probably one of his ex-girlfriends... or ex-boyfriends, Mac realized with a start. He had said he was bisexual after all, and Mac didn't know about every person Jack had been with despite their close friendship. Whatever Jack was thinking about must have been working, though, because he was striking Mac's prostate on almost every thrust. It sent a cascade of sparks down Mac's spine and he moaned loudly, one hand coming up to squeeze the back of Jack's neck, the other one grasping at his ass in an attempt to keep him close.
He still wasn't saying anything which caught Mac off guard a little - he had always assumed that since Jack loved talking he would be babbling during sex as well... but he realized he probably did that when he was with a person he actually cared about like that. This was... this was probably just a fuck to Jack, nothing meaningful - just a way to get out of their current situation and maybe satisfy his needs as an additional bonus.
He thrust into Mac more roughly than the previous times and Mac arched in pleasure, gasping for air. "Oh god, Jack, just like that," he begged, no longer caring if he sounded desperate. Fuck this person that had decided to make them do this - if this was the only time Mac was going to have Jack's cock inside him, he was going to enjoy it. "Please... harder. Fuck me harder."
Jack growled and bit down on his neck, no doubt leaving a mark behind, and he tightened his arm around Mac. He drew his hips back almost all the way out and then he slammed back inside, making Mac howl in pleasure.
Jack's hand tightened its grip in Mac's hair, pulling at it with every movement, and those little flares of pain only added to the heat building in the pit of his stomach. "I'm so close," Mac whispered, eyes squeezing shut when those three words only spurred Jack on, his cock pumping brutally in and out of his body.
He felt a single tear roll down his temple and he bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from blurting out that he loved Jack. Instead he cried out with every slam of Jack's hips and it only took a few hard pushes straight into his prostate for him to fall over the edge with a loud shout, arching off the mattress as he came untouched for the first time in his life.
"Oh fuck," Jack groaned against his ear, and then he was coming too, Mac spasming around him enough to get him off. Mac moaned softly when he felt Jack's come fill him up, warm and sticky, a visceral reminder of what they had just done. He collapsed on top of Mac, breathing hard, and for just a second the room and the creepy bed fell away.
More than anything Mac wanted to hug Jack close, kiss his temple, but... that was not what this was, right? Swallowing, Mac exhaled shakily and let his arms slide off Jack's body, and he tried to catch his breath and not start sobbing at the same time. After a moment Jack groaned again and he lifted himself up a little, slowly pulling out before lying down on top of Mac again, shifting a little... and Mac realized that Jack was covering him with his body so that he wasn't so badly exposed to the camera and the watching creep.
Mac felt his cheeks heat up and he bit his lower lip, wanting to thank Jack for the gesture but unsure of how to do it without making things more awkward. This little pause gave him another moment to glance around the room, and he noted that there was an area of the wall near the blind spot that looked slightly different from the rest of the room. That was probably where the hidden door was, but he wasn't sure how that helped them yet.
It wasn't like they could try to open it because as soon as they did, their kidnapper was going to get angry and activate their bracelets, incapacitating them. A moment later Jack shifted on top of him again and whispered, "Are you okay?"
Briefly closing his eyes, Mac felt his lower lip tremble, but when he replied he managed to keep his voice steady. "I... yeah," he whispered back. "I'm... I'm good."
Before he could add anything else, the microphone clicked again, and Mac tensed, feeling Jack do the same. "Well, well," the voice said, basically purring. "That was quite a show." Jack still had an arm around Mac, and his grip on him tightened minutely, like he was afraid somebody was going to try and separate them. "You two really outdid yourselves," their disembodied captor continued, sounding far too satisfied for Mac's liking. "I was expecting Jack to be all... brutish and controlling, but that was quite... sensual," There was a pause, followed by the distinct sound of a zipper getting pulled up. "You get a ten minute break. Spend it however you'd like, but I'll be timing you."
The microphone clicked again and Mac's breath hitched because clearly the psycho had more plans involving them. "Son of a bitch," Jack muttered, and then he lifted his head. The look on his face was... unreadable and Mac didn't know what to think about it, and he tried to ignore the fact that they were both naked and how self-conscious he felt now that they were not... occupied.
"I don't see any way out," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I... I don't know how to get us out of this without him killing us first."
He heard the anxiety behind his own words, and that unreadable look on Jack's face turned into empathy. "Mac, you gotta stay calm," he said softly, his hand shifting to the side of Mac's neck, over his pulse. His thumb rubbed slowly over Mac's jaw. "Maybe instead of looking for a way out, we need to figure out a way to neutralize the bracelets."
Mac forced himself to breathe and focus on Jack's comforting touch. "Yeah, that's... a good idea actually," he breathed out, and if the circumstances had been different he would have smiled, because... it was good to know Jack was still capable of stopping him from spiraling. "No idea how to do that, though, but... it's a start, I guess."
"See, there you go," Jack said, and then he let Mac go and pushed himself up and off of him effortlessly. He was still blocking the camera's view of Mac, and yanked the velvety comforter back so they could climb underneath it.
"Thank you," Mac murmured, his face on fire even as he shivered from the cool temperature of the room... and Jack surprised him by wrapping both arms around him.
His chest was pressed against Mac's back and Mac shivered again, trying not to be too obvious about snuggling closer to Jack's warm body. He appreciated the gesture even though he wasn't sure where it was coming from, and it seemed like Jack could read his mind. "You can't think that well when you're cold," he muttered, holding Mac close. "Typical California fella. Remember when we got stuck in Siberia? I had to basically throw you into the fire for your brain to start workin'."
Mac smiled at the memory. "Yeah, and then once it did we wound up crawling out of that old jail through the sewers." He remembered huddling for warmth together inside Jack's big parka, his head tucked under Jack's chin, and how he had never felt safer while also being inappropriately turned on. He took in a deep breath and gathers his courage... before he placed a hand on top of Jack's where it was resting against his stomach. "I really missed you, Jack."
Jack exhaled shakily, his breath warm against the back of Mac's neck. "I missed you too, Mac," he whispered, sounding emotional. "So much, and... I owe you an apology," he added, and Mac frowned. "I shouldn't have left, not the way I did," Jack continued, voice cracking. "I... I didn't handle that well."
"Yeah, because of me," Mac whispered, blinking when his vision started blurring. "I drove you away." "I didn't mean to," he continued when Jack didn't speak, a tear running down his cheek. "It was just... when my dad showed up, and he told me... he told me the reason he left was because I looked too much like my mom..." He trailed off, sniffling and tightening his grip on Jack's hand. "I should've let you help me. I know you tried. And I'm sorry I didn't."
"It's okay, Mac," Jack said softly, but Mac shook his head.
"No, it's not," he whispered. "It's not okay because I know I hurt you when I just... left and then ignored your calls. I know I fucked up everything between us and I'll never forgive myself for that."
Jack tugged at his waist, and the next thing Mac knew he was being rolled over. "Hey, listen to me," he said, his voice so low it was just a rumble. "We both fucked up, okay? It hurt like hell when you left, yeah, but I acted like a brat when you did come back. I thought you wanted space, and I gave it to you in spades - so much of it that you got kidnapped by Murdoc, among other things."
"I should've just talked to you about all of this and how I was feeling," Mac whispered, heart heavy in his chest.
"Come on, hoss," Jack said quietly. "We both know you ain't great with talkin' about feelings. I could've pushed more, so... how about we agree to just have a conversation the next time? Instead of ignoring the problem?"
Before Mac could reply, agreeing to what Jack had said, the microphone clicked back on. "Alright, boys, ten minutes are up," the voice said almost cheerfully. "How are we feeling?"
"Just dandy, buttmunch," Jack snapped, and then he was curling in on himself, making a low sound of pain as he was shocked by his bracelet.
"Watch your mouth," the voice said, laced with a sick sort of sweetness. "And get ready for round two. I want to see you get a little... rougher this time." A pause. "I notice you didn't move the supplies around. Why don't you do that... and check out the toys I left for you under the food?"
Mac's blood froze because apparently the psycho wanted them to have sex again... and the word 'toys' he had used didn't sound too good. Not wanting to get shocked again - or worse, for Jack to get shocked again - Mac sat up, trying to ignore the dull ache in the lower part of his body. Making sure the comforter was covering him, he reached for the tub that was on the floor by the bed and lifted it, putting it on the mattress. His heart pounding, he started moving the food around... and he froze when he saw what was underneath.
There were bondage ropes, a flogger, paddles of various sizes... he tentatively moved these things aside and caught sight of a cock ring, a vibrator, and a ball gag. It looked like someone had raided a sex shop - which they probably had, come to think of it - and under other circumstances he wouldn't have had a problem with that. But right now?
Right now he was terrified of what this asshole might have planned for them... and what would happen if they didn't cooperate.