Life is All, Part II: Archival Revival, Chapter 3

[amuly]

Title: Life is All Part II: Archival Revival: Chapter 3
Pairing: John/Alonso, Jack/John/Alonso, Jack/John, past Jack/Ianto, past Jack/John/Ianto, past Jack/John, past Jack/Alonso…you get the idea.
Word Count: 3,157
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jack, John, and Alonso take a small break before Jack travels back in time to pick up the nanogenes. Almost PWP.
Warnings: threesome, rimming, roughness, and really screwy relationships
A/N: Okay, so here’s the deal. I was just slightly too young to watch Buffy when it first came out, and recently they just put the whole series on Netflix play-it now. So I’ve watched 5 seasons of Buffy, aka 4 season of James Marsters goodness, in about 2 weeks. That should pretty much explain this entire chapter. Enjoy the smut.

Previous Chapters: Part I:  1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, & 7 Part II: 1 & 2

            “It’s just…” Alonso rolled onto his back on the small bed. John was lighting a cigarette next to him. He offered it to Alonso, but he declined. “It’s just, it’s like I’m suffering from the chronic condition of not being Ianto Jones.”

            John laughed, coughing out some smoke as he did so. “Well,” his voice was slightly strained from the coughed-up smoke, “At least you don’t suffer from the chronic condition of being John Hart. There’s something you carry with you even when you’re not around Jack.”

            Alonso glanced over at John. His eyebrows twitched upward as he took a long drag on the cigarette, cheeks hollowing out. Beneath the calm, cool gesture was a hint of sadness: a tinge to his eyes. Alonso sighed. “I guess.”

            The bed shifted next to him as John rearranged himself. He propped himself up onto one elbow, facing Alonso. As he spoke, he gestured with his left hand, cigarette glowing between the fingers. “Listen, Jack’s a great lay. I know that better than…” he raised his eyebrows, taking a drag, “well, used to be better than anybody. Guess it still is, with Ianto dead.” Again, that little moment of sadness flickered across his eyes. “Anyway, point is, Jack’s got a whole host of issues to deal with. And it’s nobody’s fault but his own. So you can’t go getting all worked up about him. Take the lay, try to give as good as you get, and leave - no regrets, no looking back.”

            He took one last, long drag on the cigarette, then turned it up and looked down at it. Satisfied that he had smoked it to the filter, he flicked it off to the side of the room. “And don’t get all caught up in the fact that he wants to screw you while thinking of Ianto. Man had it bad for the boy, but that doesn’t change who he is, or what his libido’s like. Ianto knew that.” John’s eyes twinkled. “Ianto could match Jack, too: kink for kink.”

            Alonso shrugged. He let a hand trace down John’s bicep, to his forearm, down to his waist and hip. “It’s honestly not that it doesn’t seem right – which it doesn’t, of course…” his hand squeezed at John’s arse. That man had a fantastic body, even though he looked old enough to be his father.* “But it’s more that he doesn’t…I’m not…”

            “You’re not his one and only.” John’s voice was mocking, and a cruel little sneer curled his lips. “Come on, kid. Did you really think you’d get anything like that from Jack?”

            Alonso shrugged, not wanting to look John in the eyes. “Well, him and Ianto…”

            “Exactly. Ianto.” John lifted a hand, poking Alonso in the chest. “You’re not Ianto. I’m not Ianto. And that’s all Jack wants.” He rolled his eyes, pursed his lips. “And Jack’s got as many lifetimes as he wants to mourn for him. So,” Abruptly, John’s hand snaked down and gripped at Alonso’s cock, stroking it. Alonso gasped, thrusting forward instinctively. “No point in pining for him. Seize the day, and all that.”

            Alonso groaned. He nodded, tightening his grip on John’s arse and pulling him closer, rutting against him. “Good advice…”

            Jack strapped his vortex manipulator back on. “Come on, John. Give it a rest. Didn’t you have enough fun with Alonso?”

            But John was already pulling open his jeans, walking forward to Jack. “You know you’ve got another six hours to wait for that thing to fully charge enough for a jump – eight if you want to bring your little pet along.” He nodded at Alonso, who was just now stirring in the corner. By now he had reached Jack, and was looking him up and down. “Why not make good use of the time?”

            Jack glanced down at the manipulator. John was right: it was going to take a few hours before he could make the jump back to 1941. And he had nothing better to do… “Fine. But it’s not going to be a threesome: Alonso doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

            John scoffed. “Well it’s no surprise, considering how you’ve been treating him. I’ve treated rent boys better than you treat him.”

            “You treat rent boys like shit.”

            John looked exasperated. “My point! And, anyway, we talked it out for a bit. He’s more…open…to the idea, now.”

            “Alonso can speak for himself,” a voice grumbled from the bed. Jack and John turned to see Alonso stretching, as he awoke from his post-coital slumber. He looked up at the two men blearily. “And Alonso wouldn’t mind. As long as,” he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He was still naked, and Jack took a moment to appreciate how completely debauched John had made him look. Love bites and sweat still peppered his body, and little bruises were forming on his hips – John was never the gentle type. Alonso yawned, scrubbing a hand over his face. “As long as I can stick with you, Jack. After all this, I kind of want to meet Ianto. If your plan works.”

            Jack nodded. It was his idea in the first place for Alonso to stick with him. Never knew when having an extra pair of hands might come in handy – and not just in the bedroom.

            Next to him, John clapped his hands together loudly. “Perfect. Roll over, Alonso.” He twirled his hand, gesturing at Alonso. “Captain fantastic over here won’t let me top,” he glared in Jack’s direction, “but it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t get to top someone.”

            Jack smirked at John. “It’s just because you’re such a woman, it goes against instinct to let you top.”

            A gasp diverted the two ex-Time Agents’ attentions from each other, over to the bed where Alonso lay. He was fingering himself, thrusting two fingers in and out rhythmically. “If you two,” he gasped again, eyes squeezing shut for a second, “are quite finished arguing,” with a wicked gleam in his eyes, he removed his hand from his arse and wiggled it tantalizingly, “then maybe you could get over here and fuck me?”

            Jack and John shared a look, before immediately divesting themselves of clothing and jumping onto the bed. John had a head start, being clad only in halfway unbuttoned jeans. Before Jack had even finished tugging off his boots, John’s head was buried in Alonso’s arse, hollowing cheeks indicative of what his tongue was doing. Jack groaned a little at the sight: John, for whatever reason, loved to give rimjobs. And his tongue was legendary.

            Beneath him, Alonso moaned and pressed back, one hand moving up to fist himself. Jack, now successfully undressed, climbed onto the bed with them. He settled himself in front of Alonso, batting his hand away and replacing it with his own. “You sure you want to come with me?”

            John grunted at the innuendo from his position. Jack opted for giving him a tap on the back of his head, to which John responded with a muffled “Give it to me harder, big boy.”

            “Jack,” Alonso managed between gasps, “I’m sure. Now if you could…”

            Jack tapped John again, but this time to get his attention. “Move back.”

            John glanced at the wall behind him, but moved back as far as he could. Jack, for his part, was busy maneuvering himself beneath Alonso, so that he was on his back, face beneath Alonso’s weeping erection. He flicked a tongue out, lapping at the precome beading on the head. Alonso gasped.

            “Oh, John, good…”

            Jack grumbled a bit, put out by the fact that John’s ministrations – which now appeared to include several fingers alongside his tongue, as far as Jack could see from his upside-down position – were garnering more attention than his own. He decided to pull out all the stops. After all, the Captain Jack Harkness Alonso had known so far was grieving. This Captain Jack was celebrating: he was going to get Ianto back.

            He reached a hand up, gripping at the base of Alonso’s arousal. Carefully he folded his lips over his teeth and slid them over the head, sucking forcefully. A moan floated down from above him, and Jack would have grinned if he wasn’t slipping more and more of Alonso into his mouth. He opened his throat, breathing carefully through his nose as he slid Alonso’s length down the back of it. The awkward angle meant he had to concentrate more than usual, but it was worth it to feel Alonso buck and writhe above him.

            “Ah, Jack…” Jack slid Alonso’s length out of his mouth, only to draw him deep back in, repeating the action until all Alonso could do was mumble his name like a mantra. It was with a final jerk of his hips and loud cry that he came, a stream of viscous fluid shooting down Jack’s throat.

            He pulled away, wiping his mouth. He managed, with just a trace of awkwardness, to climb out from beneath Alonso and turn himself around, so he was facing John.

            John did not look pleased. He was still aroused – painfully so – and was in position behind Alonso’s entrance, apparently just about to enter him. Alonso was still shuddering from his orgasm, which meant his muscles were clenching. Muscles which John had been working so hard to relax.

            He shot Jack the filthiest of looks, one hand still wrapped around the base of his arousal. His other reached out and stroked the small of Alonso’s back. It was almost a sweet gesture, if Jack didn’t know it was designed to open Alonso back up as quickly as possible. “You can be a real bastard sometimes, you know that, Jack?”

            Jack grinned. Riling John up was one of his favorite things to do. Jack grabbed his own unsatisfied arousal and waved it lewdly in John’s direction. “Hey, not like I’ve gotten off yet eith-oh!”

            Alonso, apparently having come back to himself during the exchange, wrapped his lips around Jack and took him down into his throat, repeating the excellent technique Jack remembered from the cockpit. He let his head fall back against the wall, eyes sliding closed as he focused on Alonso’s mouth around him. A hand ghosted down and tangled itself in Alonso’s hair, stuttering just a little bit when the finger pads met short, straight hair, rather than the thick waves they were used to. Jack pushed the thought out of his mind – soon enough.

            Across from him, John was concentrating, sliding a finger back inside Alonso. “You good to go?”

            Alonso canted his hips backward in invitation, mouth otherwise occupied with Jack. Jack watched John as he pushed inside John, grunting in pleasure. John really was sinfully hot, even after all these years. Those cheekbones, those lips...which were now smirking at him, catching his stare. “Reliving old memories, Jack?”

            Jack grinned lazily, hips thrusting into Alonso’s eager mouth. He wasn’t deepthroating him anymore, most likely due to the fact that John’s hips pounding into his arse was making it hard to concentrate. But his tongue was still sliding over Jack’s arousal, cheeks hollowing and sucking him in with each lazy thrust.

            “Just thinking how good your lips would look where Alonso’s are.” A slight whimper distracted Jack, and he glanced down to see Alonso glaring up at him. “Not that you’re not doing great.” He reassured him, running a hand down his cheek and over his stretched lips. A particularly forceful thrust from John caused Alonso to drop his eyes, moaning around Jack’s length. Without realizing it, Jack and John had settled into a rhythm with each other, each thrusting forward into Alonso’s orifices in unison.

            John was grinning madly, increasing his pace. “You enjoying this, Alonso?”

            A moan from Alonso and thrust backwards onto John’s hips was all the answer John needed. He slapped Alonso on the arse – Jack rolled his eyes: he had seen John do the gesture too many times for it to be remotely cute anymore – and pulled Alonso’s hips backwards, changing the angle. “Think you can come just from me pounding you?”

            Another moan vibrated from Alonso into Jack. He could tell Alonso was getting close: he wasn’t sucking anymore, so much as holding his mouth open and drooling. Jack didn’t mind. He pulled himself out of Alonso’s mouth and lifted his head up, checking on him. “Almost there?”

            A mixture of a sob and a moan escaped Alonso’s throat, as he nodded furiously. “John…right there…”

            Behind him, John snorted. “I know what I’m doing,” he grunted as he thrust, looking like he almost took offense at the implication that he needed directions. Jack turned his attention back to Alonso, drawing him in for a sloppy his. Saliva dribbled out of Alonso’s mouth and onto Jack’s chin, but he ignored it, focusing instead on tongue-fucking Alonso’s mouth. A violent shudder wracked Alonso’s body, and he broke away, crying out. “Ah, ah! John, I’m…”

            John’s face was pulled tight, focused on the point of contact between his and Alonso’s body. Jack planted one last kiss on Alonso’s lips, then let him collapse into an orgasmic puddle. John had started moving again, holding Alonso’s hips in the air and fucking him almost violently. Beneath him, Alonso was whimpering and writhing, overstimulation obviously getting to be too much for him.

            Thinking quickly, Jack climbed over Alonso, pulling John into a kiss. John bit at him, and Jack tasted blood. He pulled John off Alonso and turned him around, shoving him into the wall. “Fuck, Jack, I wasn’t finished-”

            “Me neither,” Jack growled, snatching the lube from the tangled bed sheets and shoving two fingers unceremoniously into John. He grunted, grumbling at the intrusion. Jack just scissored his fingers inside John, stretching him minimally. After all, John liked it rough. Jack took a moment to slick himself up, wary of how much Alonso’s saliva would ease the passage. He didn’t like John very much, but that didn’t mean he planned on tearing him up. He leaned his weight against John, pressing his face into the wall with his free arm. “Stay still.”

            John laughed harshly. “Is that what you used to say to – fuck!” John slammed his fist into the wall as Jack thrust into him without warning. “Goddess, give a guy some warn – fuck, Jack! You…” he cut himself off, thrusting back into Jack, who had already set a brutal pace. They were both close – no need to draw this out.

            Jack pounded into John, one hand pressed firmly into John’s neck, forcing him into the wall, the other gripping at his hips. Jack wasn’t planning on giving John a reach-around, and apparently he picked up on that, because John started fisting his own arousal. “Back up, fuck. Can’t jerk myself off, pressed up against the wall.”

            Jack eased some of his weight off the arm holding John in place: just enough that he could move his hand enough to stroke himself. Jack adjusted his angle, knowing he was hitting all the right places inside John. Even as he did, John laughed. “The eye-candy…like it like this?” He grunted as Jack pressed more weight into him, thrusting into him harsher. “Like it rough? Like you to…fuck…fuck him into the wall? Ruin him? That…how he died?”

            Jack pulled out of John, rage blinding him. He shoved John off of the bed, onto the ground. A moment later he followed him, punching him in the face and straddling it. He shoved his cock down John’s throat and started fucking him mercilessly, pulling out at the last minute and coming on his face.

            For a long moment Jack and John stared at each other, panting heavily. Jack could tell, without even looking back, that John had come: he was familiar with John’s post-coital facial expressions. Even covered in come, John’s expression was satiated.

            “Feel better?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. His tongue snaked out and lapped at Jack’s come.

            “No,” Jack grumbled. He hoisted himself up off John, then extended an arm down and helped him up. John accepted it, hauling himself to his feet. He glanced around the room, eyes finally lighting on Jack’s vest. He snatched it off the ground and used it to wipe the come off his face.

            “You must really have it bad. Usually an angry shag does it for you.”

            Jack sighed, suddenly more tired than he had been in months. He collapsed back on the bed, stroking at Alonso’s back when he grumbled and shifted at the sudden movement. “I do. Why do you think I’m doing all of this,” he waved a hand around.

            John joined him on the bed, propping himself up against the opposite wall from where Alonso’s head was, crossing his legs on Jack’s lap. “Figured he was like the others.”

            Jack ran a hand through his hair. “What I tried to tell myself…” he grumbled.

            John seemed uncomfortable, and for a brief moment an unreadable expression flitted across his face. But then it was schooled into casual cockiness again, and he shrugged. “Mind if I catch some sleep before I head out?”

            Jack could already feel himself drifting off, even as John asked. He nodded, letting his eyes slip closed.

**

            When Jack woke up, John was gone. Panicking, he checked his vortex manipulator. Still secured to his wrist, still fully functional, and now, fully charged for a jump. He lifted his head up from Alonso’s back and glanced around the room. Clothes still in a pile on the floor, – honestly, Jack, you couldn’t at least throw them over the chair? – backpack still sitting the corner. If John had stolen anything, Jack couldn’t see it. Probably money, at worst. That didn’t concern Jack, so he stretched, contented.

            He checked the wrist strap again. It needed another hour to charge enough to take two. His stomach growled, reminding him that it would be an excellent idea to grab some food for both him and Alonso before they left for 1941. Slipping off the bed as quietly as possible, he gathered up his clothes, forgoing the come-stained vest for just tossing his shirt on. Thanks a lot, John. Another moment of panic set in, and his hand flew up to check his breast pocket. A cylindrical vial shifted beneath his fingers under the fabric, and he let out a sigh of relief.

            Gathering up his coat, he headed out the door, a lightness to his step he hadn’t felt in a long time. Just a few more days. Such a short time between himself and his Ianto.

             

 Want more? Chapter 4 here.

*I was ranting to my little brother about how fucking sexy Marsters is, and he was like “ew, he’s old”. So to prove he totally wasn’t, I ran to IMDB. Turns out…he’s only 3 years younger than my dad. Creeped me out for all of two seconds, but ultimately decided, I don’t care, it’s James fucking Marsters!

Comments

[analia-the-1st.livejournal.com]

This is gonna be quick, since my brain is melting out my ears with how hot that was.

You nearly gave me a stroke when Jack said there wasn't going to be a threesome. I absolutely loved Alonso's attention getter when Jack and John were butting heads. I think I like him a lot better now that he's being a bit more assertive.

Last but not least, the threesome was awesomely hot. Brain-meltingly hot. John's comment at the end though.... >:( Of course, seeing Jack chasing after Ianto so badly has to hurt him on some level, even if he doesn't show it.

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you would expect John to be jealous at all this attention Ianto's getting, wouldn't you?
*twiddles thumbs*
Glad you liked it ^.^

[analia-the-1st.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you would expect John to be jealous at all this attention Ianto's getting, wouldn't you?
*twiddles thumbs*

...*is suspicious* Shall we be seeing more of John then? *wild guess*

[unrequited1984.livejournal.com]

it totally doesn't matter how old he is. the man is sex. if you ever get the chance to hear him recite shakespeare.... oh my fucking god. yeah i... well... i won't tell you what my reaction was because it's kind of embarrassing. and of course marsters as spike is amazing! but yeah, marsters is totally sexy and the threesome was completely hot! the angry sex may not have cured jack but it's definitely cheered me up!

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Hahahaha! O gracious, I PRAY I get the opportunity to see/hear him in person. *fans self* I actually suffered through Caprica (and I fucking *hate* that show) just so I could watch him. Nom nom nom.

Angry sex always cheers me up, too ^.^
^ Not meant to be as lewd as it sounds :P

[aviv-b.livejournal.com]

Lovely fun with the boys! Yeah Caprica - I couldn't watch - the show was sooo painful in its badness that even he couldn't save it for me.

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Well, honestly, I basically skimmed through it until I got to the Marsters parts ~.^

[bettathnbarbie.livejournal.com]

Wow, that was emotionally harsh (as it should have been!), and the amazing angry sex... wow!
Couldn't bring myself watch Caprica either, even for Marsters.

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Yeah, even when things are looking peachy, Jack's still Jack, and John is still John. Not much is going to change there.

[kausingkayn.livejournal.com]

Oh. My. God.
I love you.

[amuly.livejournal.com]

*hugs*
BTW, have I mentioned how much I love your icon? I've shown it around to some of my other friends who are DW fans, but not shippers, and they love it too

[kausingkayn.livejournal.com]

Thanks. ^_^
I don't ship that threesome either, actually. I just thought it was awesome. I didn't make it, I found it through google and haven't been able to find the maker of it yet.

[creadigol-lili.livejournal.com]

For the lols, I quote GDL here XD "JAMES MARSTERS IS 53!!" *cues evil glares from James*
What can you say, some men just age well, he's only 2 years younger than my dad.

Great chapter as always

[amuly.livejournal.com]

BWHAHAHA!
And to think he was in his *forties* when he was doing Buffy. To look like that, in your forties...that's just unfair. Damn.

All James Marsters sexiness aside, glad you liked! Return next week for a trip back to 1941!

[hab318princess.livejournal.com]

*guh*

that was wow (and yeah, he looks darn good for his age)

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Aaww thanks!
Also nom nom nom @ your icon ^.^

[royalladyemma.livejournal.com]

BWAH HAH HA HAHAAA HA HA HAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

"Jack grabbed his own unsatisfied arousal and waved it lewdly in John’s direction."

Thank God I managed to turn my head just in time because I spewed coffee like a lawn sprinkler!!!!!!!!

That is hands down one of the funniest lines I have EVER read. EVER. The picture that is now firmly planted in my brain is never, NEVER going to be erasable. Oh my God!!!!!

Next time, put up a warning or something!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Jack grabbed his own unsatisfied arousal and waved it lewdly in John’s direction." BWAH HAH HA HAHAAA HA HA HAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

[amuly.livejournal.com]

^.^
Hey, sex isn't always *beauty* and *gorgeous* and *mind-blowing orgasms*. Sometimes it's really funny. Especially with how penises look. I mean...they're just funny.

So glad you've found and are enjoying this series! Tune in this Friday for the next chapter!

[royalladyemma.livejournal.com]

...they're just funny....

Back many years ago, when I was in Uni, we had co-ed housing, girls on floor, guys on the next & so on. The 3rd floor was a guys floor -- also the party floor. Don't ask me why, but one of the guys got just drunk enough and drew a face on the head of his penis, so that it would be looking at his girlfriend when she....you know.

Understand, this is legend. I never saw it - the 3rd floor was no-man's land for freshman girls, especially ones as naive and innocent as I was back then.

This is what made the man an urban legend: he was so drunk he didn't realize that he was using an indelible marker. I have no idea how long that face lasted on him - or maybe I should say, I don't know how many girlfriends the face lasted thru!!!!!

so, yeah, there's a lot of humour to be had at a penis's expense!!!!! Thank heavens!!!!!!

[amuly.livejournal.com]

*snort* that is a *fantastic* story. I love that guy!

[deathproof2010.livejournal.com]

*guh* smutty hell...:-D

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Kekeke. Thanks, I do my best for you guys!