part one - part two - part three - part four

a/n - im gonna do this in multiple parts!!! i hope u guys dont mind :) (all chapters out)

you had known him since you were a kid, only by name though. the famous 'jack abbot' would get mentioned over dinner, stories of the fearless man who he had known for years. who he had been in the army with, his best bud. you thought he would be some fat, old, dude. with a big beard and balding head. your dad had never described what he looked like, i mean, why would he? but you wish he had, so it wouldnt be such a surprise when you met the man.

you met him randomly, sort of. you didnt tell your dad you were coming home from uni a week early, he only knew you were coming for the summer. you thought it would be nice to be home with your dad for you 22nd birthday. you hadnt had a birthday at home in like two years. you hadnt to admit you were homesick. so when you came home, heavy bags in hand, what you didnt expect was to see the most handsome man in the world to be sat on your dads couch, one hand holding a beer and one hand holding the tv remote like he lived there!

'um...hello?' you spoke, tone unsure. the man jumped at the words. 'jeez!! you scared me kid.' he said, eyes darting around, it was almost as if he had fallen asleep with his eyes wide open. 'were you asleep?' you asked. 'what?! no of course not.' whoever this man was, he was a bad liar. 'um..ok. who are you?'

as soon as you asked you heard clinks coming from the kitchen. 'another beer jack?' a shout came from the kitchen. the shout was met with silence. 'jack?......oh my gosh! sweetie! what are you doing here??' you were engulfed in a hug. 'dad! i thought id come back for my birthday, i missed you.' there was no lie in that.

as you parted from the hug you couldnt help but look back at the man on the couch. and then it clicked. jack. jack abbot. jack abbot from all the your dads old war stories. the handsome, older man on the couch was your dads best friend. and he was getting up.

‘oh! sorry of course, this is jack!’ your dad introduced you. and oh my god, he was coming in for a hug. this was like a wet dream. his big arms embracing you. warm. he smelt good too. double emphasis on the wet dream part. ‘nice to finally meet you, ive heard so much.’ his voice was smooth. ‘all good i hope.’ he chuckled as his eyes raked over you and you instantly felt your cheeks getting red.

you had planned to spend the rest of the evening unpacking in your room. but to your surprise you found some clothes in there. clothes that you have never seen in your life, clothes your dad would never fit into, and scrubs? and the wrinkled sheets smelt exactly like jack. woody and earthy, with a hint of tobacco but somehow clean. you could lie in those sheets forever.

‘hey…im sorry. i didnt mean to leave all this stuff in here. i crash here sometimes after a long shift. i hope thats ok.’ it startled you at first, too caught up in your own thoughts to hear him come in. ‘oh, its ok. i dont mind.’ ‘yeah?’ he started picking up his clothes from the chair you piled them on. ‘do you want me to change the sheets for you? i dont mind.’ you replied almost too quickly, ‘no no its ok.’ ‘ha ok. you have certainly grown since the last picture your dad showed me.’ his smile was so sweet. ‘well, ill see you later, ok?’ his eyes roamed over you once more, you didn’t mind. ‘ok’

‘you look good.’ and with that he was out the door. you didnt change the sheets for a week.

part one - part two - part three - part four

he left and you didnt see him for a week. you asked your dad why he hadnt been around, he laughed at you, 'what, have you got a crush?' 'shut up dad! you acted like he was just being silly, shrugged it off. but you did have a crush, a big fat crush, and it was taking over your mind.

the next time he came around was for one of your dads summer barbecues. where he would invite friends and family, etc. you hung around, loitering from room to room, talking to relatives awkwardly. you ended up sat on a lawn chair in the corner of your garden, beer in hand, almost empty. you had done enough socialising for the day.

then he showed up. it was around 8pm, he was still wearing his scrubs and jesus christ it was hot. he came through to the garden with a six pack of whatever in his hands. he had a smile on his face, his curls almost perfect. almost, a little messy, but after a long shift whos wouldnt be? but he still looked perfect.

you watched him as he engaged in small talk around the garden, he made it look easy. he would chuckle at unfunny jokes and move on easily. then he finally came over to you. it was smooth, he locked eyes with you and strolled over easily.

'hey. 'hi. he took a can off his pack, opened it and handed it to you. his fingers brushing over yours.

'good shift?' you dont know why you asked, why would a hospital shift, where people die, a lot, be good. 'what are you doing.' he wouldnt even look you in the eyes. 'we should talk, my room in five?' and with that you left, you left before he could, not even waiting for an answer.

you waited in your room, longest five minutes of your life. then you heard a knock and the creak of your door opening and closing. you were sat on the edge of your bed, just like the other morning. jack sat right next to you, head still down, hands in his lap.

‘come here often?’ it was a stupid joke, you were trying to lighten the mood. it didnt work.

‘what are you doing? what is this?’ jack asked, he finally looked you in the eyes. he was like forbidden fruit to you and you couldnt resist it.

once again you leaned in, your lips moving against his. but this time it was as perfect as the first. it was jumbled just like your feelings. you both pulled away at the same time, faces still close, breath fast.

'come on.' he paused. 'im too old for you and you know it.'

now was your time to be honest, 'i know. i like it.'

his response was a jagged exhale, his eyes darting up to the ceiling, almost as if looking for help. you leaned in again hungry for his mouth, hungry for him. he could see how needy you were for him from the look in your eyes and the way you looked up at him. he stopped you, his hands pushing you away a little. it hurt.

'why. what you want a thrill? what if your dad finds out, huh? what then. its wrong. or do you like that, do you want to be caught. is that what you want? a little risk?' there was a snarl in his voice it was so fucking sexy. it was taking you everything in your soul to not get on your knees and beg him to fuck you.

'i just want you jack.' you couldnt think of any other way to say it. it truly was all you had thought about since the day you had laid eyes on him. and that short string of words changed everything.

'fuck.' he muttered. and then everything shifted, atmosphere, quite literally him. he pulled you onto his lap, his hands running up and down your back. his big hands that you have fantasised over dinner about whilst sat next to your dad. his sexy big hands that you have gotten off to the thought of inside you many times before.

his mouth engulfed yours, this time it was perfect, not like the first. different this time. this time there was a hunger in it, the light stubble from a long day of work scraping your chin. and you liked it, for the first time in your life you had liked the feeling of stubble scraping you face, because it was him. he tasted like the beer he was drinking when he came up to you. all these things were stuff.

his hands gripped yours ass, a half gasp half moan slipped from your mouth. jack then moved on from your mouth to your jawline and then to your neck, not caring if he left a mark. you ran your hands across his back, slowly going to pull his shirt off. he laughed at your attempt, pulling back to do it himself. you revelled in what was happening in front of you. the hottest man ever taking his shirt off for you. 'you like that?' he asks, he could see the wonder in your eyes.

'fuck yes.' you said with a smile as you pushed him back onto the bed. you stayed straddled on him, feeling his growing bulge through the fabric. you groped it with his hand, from that you got a deep groan. 'fuckkk that feels good baby.' you carried on, you could probably get off on just making him get off. you loved how he looked under you.

you leaned down to kiss him again as you rocked back and forth, riding his clothed cock. you could tell he loved it just as much as you from the way he groaned into your mouth. strings of saliva following as your mouth separated.

he was getting harder by the second and fuck he was big. just through his pants you could tell and it turned you on even more. your pace quickened with your breathes, your back arched as you felt his hips buck up to meet your grinding. your hands scrambled to take your own shirt off and you swear you heard him moan a little.

you could tell the both of you were coming to climax by how fast the two of you were moving. you were trying to keep quiet but fuck it felt good. you leaned back down and your kiss turned filthy, so much spit it was dirty and so fucking sexy. you had never felt like this with anyone before. his hips bucking up even more. the hungry sounds of groaning motivating you to go even faster.

the two of your hips slowed at the same time, and you collapsed into him. 'that was really.....' 'nice?' he finished your sentence for you. 'yeah.' the two of you were still breathing hard. 'i cant believe you just made me come in my pants, i feel like im 14 again.' you chuckled.

you both laid there together for a while longer, skin on skin, sweat on sweat. 'we should do this again.' you said, scared that he would say he didnt want to. 'yeah, ha, definetly.' his hands traced your back. 'we should get up, before your dad comes looking.' 'mhm.'

the rest of the bbq the two of you stayed apart, eyes meeting every other second, small smiles appearing. and you did do it again. and again. and again.

the rest of the summer you would see him around the house. he would sneak into your room when your dad went to buy more beer. it was he best summer of your life to be honest. you would go to his, fuck anywhere and everywhere in his house. and the car sex? the car sex wow. you guy would fuck in discarded empty car parks or even in your garage if your dad was out. the sex was godly. and when you went back to uni you thought that would be the end. but he would visit you and you would visit him. lets just say he ended up being more than your dads best friend after everything.

part one - part two - part three - part four(coming soon)

the next time you saw jack was at your birthday party. he showed up early to 'help set up', which really meant hang one banner up and then sit on the couch drinking beer and controlling the music.

'hey! what are you doing here, i thought this was a surprise party?' he looked slight shock as you walked into the living room. 'dad isnt so good at keeping surprises, you should know that by now.' nothing but the truth. 'nice outfit, we're practically matching.' he chuckled. 'shut up.' you said as you went to sit next to him on the couch.

he wasnt completely wrong. you were wearing a faded old tshirt and shorts. not very flattering. he was wearing a white tshirt and cargo shorts. very flattering. you really should get ready soon, but this comfortable silence the two of you had fallen into was nice. the didnt dare break the silence.

'your dads at the shop, getting drinks.' maybe he felt awkward. you didnt know what to say in return. you decided 'mkay.' was sufficient. you couldnt help but stare at his leg, prosthetic one to be specific. you never wouldve guessed from the one other time you saw him that it was there. 'you like my leg huh.' shit. thats awkward, now you just look weird. 'sorry, zoned out,' you said as you began to get up, 'i best start getting ready.' the silence wasnt so comfortable anymore. 'alright.' you could here the grin in his voice, and feel his eyes on the back of your head as you walked back to your bedroom. just before you closed your door you shouted 'dont tell dad i know.' jack shouted back 'uh huh.' and turned the music up.

you acted surprised, why wouldnt you? the party was nice, the room of your childhood home filled with relatives and distant friends. parties werent ever really your thing so you resided in the small kitchen with a drink. and in walked jack abbot. the man you had been thinking about all night. he looked so good in the warm lighting of the kitchen.

'you clean up well.' he spoke as he leaned on the doorframe. your cheeks heated, maybe it was the drinks or maybe it was just the incredibly handsome man across from you. 'surprised?' your pathetic attempt at flirting. he looked down at the tiles, his foot kicking at nothing. 'not one bit.' he took another swig of bear, it looked like he was trying to conceal a smile. you couldnt conceal yours.

he started to step closer, came to lean on the counter like you were. your shoulders touched, bumping into eachother. his shoulders were broad, his skin was warm. you felt like you were dreaming. but then again that could be the drinks talking.

you were snapped out of it by the sound of your dads voice singing happy birthday, and then others singing along, clapping. the rest of the night was spent thinking about the silent intimacy shared with jack in the kitchen, and on the couch before the party. you thanked people for coming and helped clean up. but that whole time and you could think about was him. the one man you knew you shouldnt want.

part one - part two - part three - part four

you thought about that little moment in the kitchen everyday after that. you underestimated how often jack came over. you would see him a few times a week. you found out he worked nights, and only 5 days a week. thats why you would see him so often. you found out he was a bit of an adrenaline junky, he told you about the times he had been shot at and different patients he had spent hours saving. you were practically bewitched by him. it was obvious.

you would usually only see him for an hour tops, you were always busy with uni work and seeing friends. but somehow you ended up in bed with him. you were a pretty deep sleeper so when you woke up, legs tangled with jacks and head nestled in his shoulder, you were nothing if not surprised. but you found it quite comfortable. he was mumbling in his sleep, not that it mattered, you couldnt tell what he was saying. but from where your head was nestled, you couldnt tell feel the hum of it on your skin.

you enjoyed it for as long as you could, nature calls and that. when you came back he was sat on the side of the bed. staring down, he looked deep in thought, or maybe he was just waking up. he was wearing nothing but boxers, quite a sight. you went to sit next to him, letting your pinky touch his.

'im sorry.' he said quietly, 'i was on call for 36 hours, i didnt even realise where i was.' you could hear the shame in his voice. 'hey, i dont mind one bit, honest mistake.' you were trying to comfort him, you put your hand over his, he flinched slightly. 'really! i havent slept that good in years.' you looked over at him and smiled. 'ha, me neither.'

you shuffled closer, turning your body towards him, crossing your legs. for a minute the two of you just stared at each other. the sound of your breathes synced. you went to move a curl that had strayed from the rest on his head. he leaned slightly into your touch. thats when your mind stopped and your body took full control.

you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. your lips moved together like nothing you had seen before. you had had boyfriends, kissed guys, but nothing had ever felt this perfect. like your lips were made for each other, like two puzzle pieces finally finding their match. and you know he felt the same way, from the way he moved with you, the way his hand glided across your back.

you both pulled away at the same time, heads still close, exchanging eachothers air. 'fuck...' he muttered. 'fuck im sorry, i shouldnt have done that.' his eyes were glued to the floor. 'you didnt, i did..jack.' you tipped his head up to look at you. 'i should go.' and with that he left, he picked up his clothes and left.