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Again, I went to use my shiny new icon and couldn't find this anywhere. The very first piece of fan fiction I ever wrote. Before beta reading was something I knew about.
Title: Perfect Score
Fandom: Highway 2002
Pairing: Pilot/Jack
Rating: R
Summary: What really should have happened instead of the plot of the movie, good as that was.
Tonight Pilot was supposed to be offloading merchandise for Skawldy at the rave at Outs Park, but Jack’s car had a flat and Pilot’s mother was MIA so they decided to stick around the trailer and sample the wares.
Pilot sat on the bed feeling good while Jack went through Pilot’s drawers.
“Pop quiz.” Jack said.
“Go”
“How many of my t-shirts do you have in here?”
“A Gajillion?”
“Beep. Perfect Score. Gold Star.” Jack turned and pressed his thumb to Pilot’s forehead. The drugs had taken hold and he felt overwhelmed with love for his best friend.
His thumb traced down over Pilot’s brow line, over his cheek, and his hand cupped Pilot’s jaw.
“You,” Pilot said, “are the god of fuck.”
“Yeah,” Jack replied as he leaned down and kissed Pilot, first on the forehead where his thumb had been and then on the lips.
The kiss burned through them both and they felt like their lips were the only things existing on earth, and then Pilot’s hand was around the back of Jack’s neck and he was lying back and pulling Jack with him. Everywhere their bodies touched felt molten and Pilot’s dick was suddenly hard, the way it never was when Lucy was going down on him. In wonder he reached down to feel and felt Jack’s hand moving to undo his jeans. They stopped and looked at each other.
“Pop quiz,” Pilot whispered.
“Go”
“How much am I thinking about sucking your dick right now?”
“A lot?” Jack smiled.
“Beep, perfect score, gold star.”
Jack’s hands moved slowly to his own zipper and they stared into each other’s eyes as he undid his jeans and rolled onto his back next to Pilot. Pilot’s hand slid up under Jack’s t-shirt as his mouth closed around his best friend’s cock. He could feel Jack’s stomach muscles quiver as he remembered what Lucy did and tried to improve on it. Pilot fell into a rhythm as Jack buried his hands in Pilot’s hair.
Jack felt like he could feel each hair individually between his fingers. Pilot’s hands on his skin felt as though they were touching his soul. This was the most intense high he’d ever had, not to mention the most intense sex, and suddenly Jack was overwhelmed and it was as though he was having all the orgasms he could have had in the last 5 years but hadn’t, all at once.
Pilot spat and spluttered in surprise. “Fuck man! What was that? You came.”
Jack started to apologize, but Pilot looked so happy that he stopped.
Pilot wiped his mouth and then grabbed Jack and started kissing him like his life depended on it. Franticly they fumbled at each other’s clothes, and somehow, still kissing, got their shirts off. Jack’s hand was again on Pilot’s zipper but this time there was no hesitation and he soon had Pilot’s dick in his fist, rock hard and hotter than he could have imagined. Chest to chest, they were pressed so close together that Jack couldn’t move his hand, and Pilot just pushed into him, rocking and pulling Jack closer and closer.
Pilot felt himself spinning out of control. He was drinking Jack’s lips, their skin was one skin, his hands on Jack’s back felt like liquid as he tried to pull Jack into himself. Then, as quickly as it had overtaken them, the frantic edge to their passion was gone and their kisses became languid. They moved apart enough so that Jack was slowly stroking Pilot’s dick. They rolled so Pilot was on his back and Jack was propped on one elbow looking down at him. They stared into each other’s eyes in wonder. In so many years together they’d often known what the other one was thinking, but this was new, this feeling what the other one was feeling. The busy parts of their brains wondered if it was more than just the drugs.
Pilot reached up to Jack’s face and felt the angle of his jaw, the light scratch of stubble. He ached to kiss him and yet couldn’t bear to break Jack’s gaze. Then his orgasm overcame him and he pulled Jack’s face into his neck.
They clung to each other; hearts pounding, both more scared than either of them had ever been, and yet also more at peace. As their breathing slowed, Pilot traced Jack’s hair where it lay on his neck and Jack’s fingers crept under Pilot’s waist band, stroking the angle of hipbone there. He lifted his face from Pilot’s neck, kissing his jaw and his mouth before pulling back to look at him again.
Pilot’s breath was ragged, but he was smiling. Jack looked down to where his hand was on Pilot’s hip and wondered how he had gotten here, but also how they hadn’t gotten to this point sooner. When he looked back into Pilot’s eyes he felt his heart stop.
Pilot saw Jack’s heart skip a beat and wondered if, after all these years, Jack was finally his. His smile widened into a grin. “Pop quiz,” Pilot’s face went serious.
Jack didn’t say anything for a second… “Go,” his voice shook. Suddenly Pilot, sure a moment before, was scared to ask. “Go,” Jack said again, his voice steadier now.
“Are you going to kiss me again?” Pilot asked.
Jack closed the gap between them and their lips touched. “Beep,” Pilot mumbled against Jack’s lips, “perfect score.”
Title: Perfect Score
Fandom: Highway 2002
Pairing: Pilot/Jack
Rating: R
Summary: What really should have happened instead of the plot of the movie, good as that was.
Tonight Pilot was supposed to be offloading merchandise for Skawldy at the rave at Outs Park, but Jack’s car had a flat and Pilot’s mother was MIA so they decided to stick around the trailer and sample the wares.
Pilot sat on the bed feeling good while Jack went through Pilot’s drawers.
“Pop quiz.” Jack said.
“Go”
“How many of my t-shirts do you have in here?”
“A Gajillion?”
“Beep. Perfect Score. Gold Star.” Jack turned and pressed his thumb to Pilot’s forehead. The drugs had taken hold and he felt overwhelmed with love for his best friend.
His thumb traced down over Pilot’s brow line, over his cheek, and his hand cupped Pilot’s jaw.
“You,” Pilot said, “are the god of fuck.”
“Yeah,” Jack replied as he leaned down and kissed Pilot, first on the forehead where his thumb had been and then on the lips.
The kiss burned through them both and they felt like their lips were the only things existing on earth, and then Pilot’s hand was around the back of Jack’s neck and he was lying back and pulling Jack with him. Everywhere their bodies touched felt molten and Pilot’s dick was suddenly hard, the way it never was when Lucy was going down on him. In wonder he reached down to feel and felt Jack’s hand moving to undo his jeans. They stopped and looked at each other.
“Pop quiz,” Pilot whispered.
“Go”
“How much am I thinking about sucking your dick right now?”
“A lot?” Jack smiled.
“Beep, perfect score, gold star.”
Jack’s hands moved slowly to his own zipper and they stared into each other’s eyes as he undid his jeans and rolled onto his back next to Pilot. Pilot’s hand slid up under Jack’s t-shirt as his mouth closed around his best friend’s cock. He could feel Jack’s stomach muscles quiver as he remembered what Lucy did and tried to improve on it. Pilot fell into a rhythm as Jack buried his hands in Pilot’s hair.
Jack felt like he could feel each hair individually between his fingers. Pilot’s hands on his skin felt as though they were touching his soul. This was the most intense high he’d ever had, not to mention the most intense sex, and suddenly Jack was overwhelmed and it was as though he was having all the orgasms he could have had in the last 5 years but hadn’t, all at once.
Pilot spat and spluttered in surprise. “Fuck man! What was that? You came.”
Jack started to apologize, but Pilot looked so happy that he stopped.
Pilot wiped his mouth and then grabbed Jack and started kissing him like his life depended on it. Franticly they fumbled at each other’s clothes, and somehow, still kissing, got their shirts off. Jack’s hand was again on Pilot’s zipper but this time there was no hesitation and he soon had Pilot’s dick in his fist, rock hard and hotter than he could have imagined. Chest to chest, they were pressed so close together that Jack couldn’t move his hand, and Pilot just pushed into him, rocking and pulling Jack closer and closer.
Pilot felt himself spinning out of control. He was drinking Jack’s lips, their skin was one skin, his hands on Jack’s back felt like liquid as he tried to pull Jack into himself. Then, as quickly as it had overtaken them, the frantic edge to their passion was gone and their kisses became languid. They moved apart enough so that Jack was slowly stroking Pilot’s dick. They rolled so Pilot was on his back and Jack was propped on one elbow looking down at him. They stared into each other’s eyes in wonder. In so many years together they’d often known what the other one was thinking, but this was new, this feeling what the other one was feeling. The busy parts of their brains wondered if it was more than just the drugs.
Pilot reached up to Jack’s face and felt the angle of his jaw, the light scratch of stubble. He ached to kiss him and yet couldn’t bear to break Jack’s gaze. Then his orgasm overcame him and he pulled Jack’s face into his neck.
They clung to each other; hearts pounding, both more scared than either of them had ever been, and yet also more at peace. As their breathing slowed, Pilot traced Jack’s hair where it lay on his neck and Jack’s fingers crept under Pilot’s waist band, stroking the angle of hipbone there. He lifted his face from Pilot’s neck, kissing his jaw and his mouth before pulling back to look at him again.
Pilot’s breath was ragged, but he was smiling. Jack looked down to where his hand was on Pilot’s hip and wondered how he had gotten here, but also how they hadn’t gotten to this point sooner. When he looked back into Pilot’s eyes he felt his heart stop.
Pilot saw Jack’s heart skip a beat and wondered if, after all these years, Jack was finally his. His smile widened into a grin. “Pop quiz,” Pilot’s face went serious.
Jack didn’t say anything for a second… “Go,” his voice shook. Suddenly Pilot, sure a moment before, was scared to ask. “Go,” Jack said again, his voice steadier now.
“Are you going to kiss me again?” Pilot asked.
Jack closed the gap between them and their lips touched. “Beep,” Pilot mumbled against Jack’s lips, “perfect score.”
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