"I don't think so. Coy wouldn't suit a prince, now would it?" he replied,
pushing Fin's trousers and pants down, leaving his shirt hanging down,
doing a poor job of covering him.
"I do my best," he said lowly, catching Fin's hands to pull them over his
head and hold him to the glass. He kissed him then, a punishing kiss that
claimed every inch of his mouth.
"Yes. Exactly this," he said. He kissed Fin again, tongue plunging deep
into his mouth to explore every corner. On hand left Fin's skin so he could
hit the panel to open the door. It whispered open and that was when Jack
grabbed Fin, broke the kiss, and shoved him inside. He slammed the door
"Now. Safe as houses," he said, walking away. He turned the monitor on the
wall so Fin could see it. Could see himself naked and trapped.
Jack didn't answer, though. He just disappeared. Fin was left alone with
himself on screen and the sounds of Janet breathing a few cells down.
He didn't waste any time, preparing a room to play in. There was no bed,
but there was a sofa. More importantly, there was a large desk which Jack
cleaned off and dusted down. He gathered together a few things, things
improvised from what he had on hand. Like zip ties rather than cuffs or
rope. He had a couple alien devices he knew to be basically harmless. And
he had a paddle he'd dug out of a box, once meant for table tennis.
It took him long enough that he was sure Fin must be cold and nervous by
the time he sauntered back in.
"Look at you," he said as his eyes raked over Fin's naked body. "Merry
Christmas to me..."
He put his hand on the panel and the door opened with a soft hiss. He held
out his hand to Fin.
"Are you cold? Do you want my coat?" he asked. "Can't have my prized pet
getting a chill..."
"Well...for me, too," he said, letting Fin explore the familiar as well as
the alien. He gave him time to look before he moved in to kiss the back of
then's neck. "For us."
Jack reached around him and pulled the coat open just enough for him to
slide his hands in against Fin's bare belly. His fingers danced up and
down, one working lower as the other went high. The wool of the coat
scratched the man's bare skin where Jack's wrists pressed it against him.
"Stop holding back," he said. "Let your magic go. No holding back tonight.
Give me that."
A hand caught hold of Fin's throat and the other took hold of his cock,
tugging gently. Even with the power of Fin's magic calling to him he had
lifetimes of experience at controlling himself. Of course it didn't mean he
was impervious. He wanted Fin on his own, the magic only amplified that.
"I forgot to tell you you're beautiful," he whispered in the an's ear, then
bit into his neck just at the top of the coat collar.