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You burst out of the heavy door with your guns drawn, blinking in the bright sun as you pressed your back to the nearest wall. Jack was right behind you, scanning the lot before both of you made a break across the asphalt.
“There!” you point. A tac vehicle was parked near plenty of cover, the perfect getaway.
Another door opened and Talon soldiers poured out, taking aim at where you and Jack were crouched behind tarped crates. “I’ll cover you,” he barked.
At the sound of the pulse rifle, you sprinted to the truck. You dove into the driver's side, ripping off the panel over the ignition console and jamming your override stick into the maintenance port.
The engine roared to life at the press of a button. You glanced up to see Jack already running for the passenger side door. The second the door slammed behind him you floored the acceleration in reverse.
“You shoot, I’ll drive,” you called. He had no complaints, standing on the seat so he could aim over the top of the truck, braced on the roll cage. You threw the gear shift in drive and gripped the steering wheel as you headed straight for the chain-link gates. “Hold on!” You had only a few seconds to try and buckle the safety harness before impact.
The truck smashed through the gates, crumpling the metal with a deafening sound. You narrowly avoided getting splattered against the inside of the windshield. Jack seemed just fine -- you had learned early on that super soldiers could survive nearly anything -- so you continued accelerating down the narrow drive.
For a moment, everything seemed fine. Then you heard the sound of Jack’s pulse rifle firing and the roar of engines approaching from behind. Motorbikes.
The mountain pass was winding and narrow, alternating between dangerous curves that dropped off to the forest below and craggy rifts and tunnels cut directly into the stone with barely enough room for the truck to squeeze through. You sped along the treacherous road, keeping an eye on the rearview mirrors as the bikers tried to keep up.
Jack picked them off easily enough. Eventually, they would have to run out of bikes to send.
Trouble came when you reached the base of the mountain. The road gave out into a straightaway, and another troop of Talon soldiers had blockaded the road. You pulled a grenade off your belt and pressed it into Jack’s leg. He grabbed it, lobbing it into the wall of vehicles and ducking down into the seat.
The explosion wasn’t enough to clear the vehicles, but it did take out the Talon soldiers that were waiting with rifles and rocket launchers. Jack noticed you weren’t slowing down and braced himself for another collision.
The truck plowed through the flaming wreckage with a painful scrape of metal on metal, but you made it through the blockade and out onto the straightaway.
“We’re going to need a different car,” you said. “Where are we headed?”
Jack pointed west. “I know of a safe house out in the farm country. It’s off the grid and just a few hours out.”
You nodded and kept driving.
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When you finally pulled up to the safehouse, you were exhausted and sore from the drive. Jack grabbed both your packs and hunched over the panel by the door while you stretched your legs and locked up the newly stolen civilian car.
The safe house was small. One room, with a concrete stoop and small, high windows. It was nestled into the side of a dry creek bed out on some long-abandoned ranch property a hundred miles from nowhere.
“How the hell do you know about this place?” you asked, glancing around the endless dried grasslands.
“Used to be entire military base a few miles out. SEP had classified training grounds out here during the crisis. This building must have been here before then because it got left behind when they erased everything.”
“There was a whole military base out here just a few years ago and now there’s no trace of its existence?” You squinted at the horizon, trying to see any signs of low buildings or structures of any kind.
Jack shrugged. “They really know how to clean up when they want to hide something. Get inside.” He waved you into the tiny, dark shed.
Despite looking like pre-crisis ruins, the safehouse had a bunk, a gas stove, two large metal cabinets with padlocks. The outside light did little for visibility but exposed how thoroughly dusty the room was. There was a low table and two stools and literally nothing else.
Jack smashed the padlocks with his pulse rifle and you watched with raised eyebrows. You were starting to think this wasn’t his safehouse.
The first cabinet swung open to reveal shotguns. Lots of shotguns. As well as ammunition, explosives, sidearms, and some biotics. The second cabinet was well stocked with food, water, first aid, and some old tech.
“You use that many shotguns?” You leaned against the dusty table with a smirk.
Jack was still wearing his visor, so you couldn’t see his expression when he turned to you. “I haven’t been out here in years,” he said as a nonanswer.
Though you were a little worried about whoever it was that stashed their large collection of identical shotguns out here, you trusted Jack enough that if he felt safe here then you wouldn’t put up a fight.
“What are we going to do with the stuff we got from Talon? I’m assuming you’ve got a plan.”
“You,” he took a step forward, crowding you against the table. His pulse rifle thudded loudly on the metal, “are going to do nothing. And stop asking questions.”
You nodded. Those were the conditions of your arrangement. You kept quiet and obeyed orders. He saved the world. You got to help. You believed in him enough to let him lead you somewhat blindly.
He was towering over you, practically leaning you back over the table behind you. “That was some good driving out there today. Thanks for getting us out of there.”
“Thanks,” you looked anywhere but his visor. Did he know? Was he trying to scare you or turn you on? Surely he had picked up on your little hero worship schtick, the way you would do anything for praise. Hell, who else was stupid enough to trek all over the world with a vigilante soldier on some suicide mission to take down an international terrorist organization? He was always doing this, getting into your space, teasing you. It left you feeling useless and stupid and frustrated.
He backed off and you finally were able to breathe again.
The next few hours were routine, a system you and Jack had streamlined over your weeks together. Organize and repack your gear, clean your weapons, refill your kits. You ate and washed up and dressed down all before the sun had even disappeared beneath the horizon.
“I can take first watch,” you offered.
Jack laughed. “Even in my sleep, I would hear anything coming before you could see it.” He was sitting on the bunk, glaring at a datapad as he usually did in the evenings. You caught a glimpse of a satellite image, but you couldn’t make out a specific location.
He was right. Fucking super-soldier. You wrinkled your nose and rolled your eyes. Grabbing your bedroll, you began pushing the table against the cabinets to make space to sleep.
“I promise the bunk is actually comfortable.” You glanced to Jack.
He shrugged and patted the mattress next to him.
It wasn’t a particularly large bed, but you and Jack had definitely had to sleep in closer quarters before. Still, this felt like some kind of joke. Like he was mocking you. You probably wouldn’t sleep at all, just spend the entire night agonizing over how close you were to Jack.
You gave a shrug of your own and stowed your bedroll away, climbing onto the other side of the bed and worming your way under the blanket. Jack continued to glare at his datapad.
And you couldn’t sleep. Not when he was awake next to you. You knew he could probably hear your racing heart, but the silent agreement seemed to be that you would pretend to be asleep and he would ignore whatever crisis you were having not even six inches from him.
Until he finally turned off the datapad. The glow of the screen disappeared and you felt Jack shift beside you.
Your entire body tensed when he slung an arm around your waist, curling against your back so that your bodies slotted together perfectly. He noticed pretty quickly that you couldn’t relax.
“Are you okay?” he asked, right against your ear. Voice low and breath hot against your skin. You shuddered but didn’t pull away from him. Your words were caught in your throat.
“Hey?” he rolled you onto your back and pushed up so he was looming over you, caging you beneath him. “What’s up?” His expression was worried, searching your face as you blinked up at him in shock and confusion.
You stumbled over words, unsure what to even say.
“You’ve been tense,” he cupped your face in his palm. “I’m worried.”
“You keep touching me,” you hissed. “It’s weirding me out.”
He pulled away, putting as much space as he could between you in half a second. You instantly regretted saying anything. You wanted his warmth back, wanted him to hold you again.
“Wait no, come back.” You reached for him.
He scooted closer, watching you warily. “What’s going on?”
“What is going on?” you repeated. “The cuddling and the touching and everything? What’s this about?”
Jack looked almost offended, but mostly just confused. He started to reach for you again but stopped himself. You slowly reached for his hand, gently tugging until he laid back down just like before. You were still tense as he pulled you back against his chest.
It took a few minutes for you to completely relax, but you finally managed to sink into Jack’s embrace. “Mmm,” you hummed.
“Yeah?” he mumbled, but you were already drifting off to sleep.
-
It was strange, waking up with Jack curled against your back, feet tangled together. You shifted slightly, eyes widening when you realized he was hard. His breathing was slow, but you knew he was a light sleeper.
You shifted again -- just out of curiosity -- and squeaked in surprise when Jack grabbed your hips to hold you still.
“You trying to get in trouble?” he growled, voice low and thick with sleep.
You shuddered and shook your head. “No, sir.” This felt like a dream. What was happening?
“Hm,” Jack hummed, grinding against you. “Shame.”
“What happens if I get in trouble?” you asked.
He rolled and pinned you beneath him, lining up so he could grind his dick against your ass. “Gonna have to teach you a lesson.” He kissed the back of your neck, over your shoulder and up to the shell of your ear.
You couldn’t help it, you pressed back against him. This was all you had wanted for so long. Now that you had a chance you weren’t going to give it up. “Please,” you whined.
“Yeah?” Jack yanked your pants down over your ass, squeezing and grinding against you. “You want that?” He pulled his shirt off, pulling his pants open and you heard him moan as he freed his cock. “Lift your hips for me, sweetheart. Just like that.”
He slipped a hand between your thighs, surprised at how turned on you already were. “You’re so wet for me already? Such a good girl.”
You wanted him so bad. He knew exactly how to touch you, how to stretch you open on his fingers and have you gasping and begging for him. You bit down on your arm to muffle yourself when he pressed his cock into you.
“You feel so good,” he said, kissing between your shoulder blades.
His thrusts were clumsy at first, overwhelmed by the sensation and trying to find the right rhythm, but he quickly figured out exactly how to have you moaning beneath him.
“I love the way you sound- wanted this for so long.”
His words took you by surprise. Jack wanted you? You hadn’t realized. But there wasn’t time to dwell when he was fucking you so hard and so deep. It felt so good, and you lost yourself in the feeling. His cock hit just the right spot on every slide and he was so warm and strong behind you.
“Wait-” he forced himself to stop for a moment. “I want to see you.” He turned you around so you were on your back looking up at him. You were both breathless, eyes dark and glassy with pleasure. He leaned in to kiss you and you pulled him in, nails scraping through the short-cropped hair at the nape of his neck.
He lined back up and pressed inside you again. This time, he stroked your clit while he was fucking you, and you came almost immediately. “Fuck,” he growled, not far behind.
He shuddered through his own orgasm, gripping the metal frame of the bunk so hard you heard the metal creak as you kissed along his neck and jaw. You couldn’t find it in you to pull away, wrapping your arms around his chest to keep him from getting up. This all felt very out of nowhere to you, and you should probably talk about what was going on between you.
But it had always been easier to just avoid those conversations. Maybe Jack would want to fuck again, maybe it would never come up. You weren’t winning any awards for emotional honesty or vulnerability -- you were a criminal.
It was nice like this, in the aftermath of a good fuck, just enjoying the stillness and the silence. You could pretend that you had everything you wanted.