Title: Never Enough
Author: Keira Marcos
Big Short Prompt: Jack Dalton (played by George Eads)
Fandom: MacGyver (2016)/Criminal Minds
Relationship: Jack Dalton/Spencer Reid
Genre: Porn, Slash
Warnings: Explicit sex and language, no beta
Word Count: 1040
Summary: Jack Dalton is the patient sort.
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“I should go.”
Jack laughed and pressed his face briefly against a smooth shoulder blade. “Come on now, we both have work to do. Bad guys to catch, the world to save.”
“Someone else can save the world.”
Dalton started to shift and leave the bed. He was abruptly flipped over onto his back. “Easy there.”
“We’re rarely in the same town, Jack. I took the weekend. Call whoever you have to call and tell them you’re busy until Sunday.”
Jack caught one slim hip with his left hand and held on as he reached out for his phone. Since the view was gorgeous, he focused on his lover as the call connected. “Hey, something’s come up. I’ll catch a flight back on Sunday.” He ended the call with a brush of his thumb and tossed the cell on the nightstand. “What’s on your mind then, Dr. Reid?”
Spencer’s breath hitched as Jack lifted his hips. “More of you.” He braced himself on Jack’s chest and rocked down on his rapidly hardening cock. “I’ll never get enough.”
Dalton grinned. “Look at you, tryin’ to seduce me.”
“I did that months ago,” Spencer said slyly. “Who knew an ex-CIA agent would be so easy?”
“Everyone,” Jack said with a laugh. “They recruit a certain sort, as you know. Come down here.”
He cupped the back of the young man’s head as Spencer met his demand. Jack groaned a little at the soft press of Reid’s mouth. There was little in his life as sweet as the FBI profiler that routinely offered him a place to lay his head anytime he was near Virginia. Getting involved with an agent from another agency probably wasn’t wise, but Jack wasn’t afraid to do dumb shit when it got him such amazing rewards.
Reid broke off the kiss with a groan and leaned over toward the nightstand to retrieve a condom and the lube. Jack tucked his face against Spencer’s neck and scraped his teeth against the younger man’s skin. “Jack.”
Dalton laughed and snagged the condom as Reid sat back on his thighs and flicked open the lube. “You’re perfect.” He exhaled sharply as he rolled the condom into place.
Spencer used the lube to slick Jack’s cock up and tossed the tube aside. “How…”
“Give me a ride,” Jack urged and grasped his cock to help Reid get into position. Spencer slid down on his dick with a sweet little shudder. “Fuck.”
“Yeah,” Reid agreed as he settled his hands on Jack’s chest. He rocked down on Dalton’s cock repeatedly, shivering with pleasure as he did it. “More.”
“Go on then, Darlin’, take what you want,” Dalton urged as he thrust up carefully with each roll of Reid’s hips.
Jack wrapped a calloused hand around Spencer’s cock, and the younger man groaned harshly. He had to admit—there was something enthralling about reducing a man of Spencer Reid’s intelligence to incoherent groaning. Many might assume the slim and too pretty FBI agent was the last thing a man like Jack would want, but the moment he’d set eyes on Reid all those months ago at a seminar, it had been a done deal at least for him.
It wasn’t for the long haul—they both knew it and accepted it. Jack had too many secrets, and Reid was too intuitive. He’d sussed out that Jack was some sort of covert operative in the first thirty minutes of their first date. Dalton, through necessity and duty, lied every single day about what he did and where he did it. Spencer saw through those lies so easily, Jack just didn’t bother to say anything. It was easier and less hurtful.
He stroked Reid’s cock long and slow just how he knew the other man liked it—in that respect Spencer was easy to read. Reid liked to be pleasured, to be taken care of and above all indulged when it came to sex. With anyone else, Jack might given into a little role play, but he knew, that Spencer wasn’t ready to admit needing or wanting a Daddy.
So he played it cool, kept it right on the edge and maybe one day his boy would admit to them both what he really needed. Jack was the patient sort, and he enjoyed complicated people. He’d never met anyone more complicated than Dr. Spencer Reid.
Jack cupped Spencer’s hip with his free hand and snapped his hips upward.
“Oh, fuck, Jack.” Reid shuddered, and his fingers clenched involuntarily against Dalton’s chest.
“Yeah,” Jack murmured. He released Spencer’s cock with a little bit of regret and carefully rolled them over.
Spencer sprawled out underneath him, spread his legs wide and fisted his hands into the pillow beneath his head. “Please.”
“I got you,” Jack promised.
He shifted to his knees, cupped the younger man’s ass and started to work his cock in with long, deep thrusts. Spencer threw one long, slim leg over Jack’s shoulder and eagerly rocked into Dalton with breathy little groans spilling from his mouth.
“I love this,” Spencer admitted breathlessly. “Love being full of your thick cock.” He wrapped a hand around his own cock, and Jack watched as Spencer jerked himself with long, slow strokes.
“You gonna come for me,” Jack questioned. He urged Spencer’s other leg up to his shoulder, and his hips smacked against Reid’s ass each time he bottomed out.
“I’m close,” Spencer confessed.
Jack curled his hand around Reid’s and rubbed his thumb of the plump head of Spencer’s cock. “I love this, too. You’re so hot and tight on my cock. You’re perfect, my sweet boy.”
Spencer trembled and came immediately. Jack worked him through the orgasm a little startled and amused by the response. Reid’s eyes were dark and a little glazed over with pleasure. The younger man smiled, a little shy, and Dalton shifted Spencer’s legs off his shoulders and urged them around his waist.
“I got you, Darlin,” Jack whispered as Spencer wrapped around him. He pumped his cock into Reid’s pliant, over-pleasured body just three more times before he came. “I’ll take care of you.”
Spencer pressed a kiss to his jaw and buried his face against Jack’s neck. “Jack.”
The Big Short is a short-form writing challenge hosted on Rough Trade’s forum, The Workshop. The prompts come in two forms — a word challenge (the theme) and a single character challenge. I post my responses to the prompts on the forum first and eventually they’ll make it to my website. Each is a stand alone piece with no potential for expansion.
These short works are NOT prompts! These are my responses to the forum prompts. No, you cannot use them as prompts. No you cannot continue my short work with a longer work or write a sequel. For fuck’s sake.