Pairing: Just Jack
Disclaimers: Not mine, wish he were!
Summary: Jack's desperate. Pure smut again. Tiny ficlet. Written before the muse went dark.
Captain Jack is desperate for a shag. So desperate that he will shag the next thing that walks into his office, be it human, alien, breathing or non-breathing. Hell, he’d shag Myfanwy if she’d leave his vitals intact instead of having them for breakfast!
Jack tries to concentrate on the files in front of him. Anything to take his mind off the mountain in his trousers. He has had an erection for days now and no amount of jerking off is calming it down. Without really noticing his hand creeps to the bulge in his trousers. The touch makes him shudder. He grips himself, breathing fast, trying to get control.
It was no use. His cock wanted more action and it wasn‘t going to wait for Jack to take it out on the town. His movements grew more frantic. He undid his belt and ripped out his cock, moving the skin up and down, faster and faster. He could feel the pressure building, he was ready to erupt. He came with a explosive gasp, semen spurting out between his fingers.
Jack relaxed, enjoying the temporary relief. There was a polite cough.
“May I assume you won’t be needing cream with your coffee, sir?”