#eek!

You’ve been going out with him for a couple months, had a couple dates, and he’s been nothing but a gentleman. Constantly getting doors for you, sweet surprise gifts on your dates, never failing to tell you how beautiful you are every time he sees you.

Tonight is the first night you’re spending at his house. He’s been to yours a few times, but only to drop you off with a goodnight kiss at the door. That’s the furthest Jack has let himself have you. Just a deep, slow, intimate makeout session before you’re smiling and stumbling inside your apartment, kissed dizzy.

He usually drives back home cock hard, taking care of himself while thinking of you. But he made a promise to himself to hold back on anything more than kissing until you initiate it. Jack knows he’s older, obviously. He sees the looks you get at the fancy restaurants he takes you to. The people probably wondering why a pretty younger girl would be on a date with an old greying man.

He doesn’t want to push you into having sex with him if you don’t want to. But tonight, having you cuddled up against his side like this? He’s not sure how much longer he can hold back. You’ve let yourself unfold with him for the first time tonight, no makeup, no pretty dresses, no done up hair, just pure you.

And it’s got Jack weak at the knees. His arm is wrapped around your body that’s pressed against him. The movie playing on his flatscreen being the absolute last thing on his mind. He can feel the warmth of your smooth soft skin against his own, the plush of your thigh against his, and the side of your breast pushed right up against his side.

You notice his breathing a little off and glance up at him from your spot beside him. “You okay?” you ask softly, careful not to pop the calm bubble that’s engulfed the two of you. Jack instantly looks down at you with a sweet smile and nods “I’m fine darlin’, you alright?” he asks, hand moving to play with a strand of your hair lightly.

You smile back at him and nod, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to his lips. He smiles when you pull away, pulling the blanket deeper onto his lap. You notice, of course you notice. You know Jack is a gentleman and isn’t going to make the first move for sex, but seeing him so domestically tonight makes you want to jump his bones.

When he turns his head back to the TV you take the leap. Moving your head, softly nuzzling your nose against his neck before kissing it lightly. You give a few more hot kisses against it before smiling into his skin and pulling back to gauge his reaction. Jack looks over at you, swallowing thickly and smirking, then bites his bottom lip through a smile.

The dim tv lighting reflecting off his face, making you cup it and press your lips to his softly, moving your head as you kiss him to get a better angle. His hand that was around you snakes to your hair, grabbing a handful and tilting your head back to kiss you deeper, groaning into your mouth. “Jack” you whisper breathlessly against his mouth between kisses.

“Fuck angel” he’s whisper back against yours, hand moving to give the back of your neck a light squeeze as he rests his forehead to yours. Both of you panting into one another’s mouth, eyes meeting. “Want you Jackie” you say softly. He chuckles lightly, shaking his head before dropping it to your shoulder, then tilting it to kiss your neck softly. “Yeah? Gonna let me have ya’?” he asks against your skin warmly.

Your head tips to give him more access to your neck, nodding. “Mhnm honey, use your words.” he whispers against you in between sloppy kisses against your neck and jaw. “Yes sir” you smile jokingly, but Jack stops his movements, pulling back to look you in the eyes. “Say that again.” he’s stern. “Yes sir.” you whisper, a soft smile on your lips.

He groans and kisses you roughly, laying you back on the couch swiftly, arms caging you in, forearms resting against the sides of your head. “Been holding back.” He says against your skin, moving to kiss your jaw and neck again. “Didn’t wanna scare my baby away” he smiles and you can feel his teeth on your neck. Your eyes flutter shut and head tipping back against the cushion.

One of his hands moving to slide under your loose tank top, moving up your stomach only to be met by your bare breasts, Jack swears he feels his heart skip a beat in his chest. He lets out a growl against your neck before kissing you on the mouth again. Hand squeezing at your tit roughly.

“Jack” you gasp into his mouth, back arching so you’re pressing into him. He’s smiling sleazily against your lips. “Yeah? Feeling good?” he whispers condescendingly. All you can do is nod before he’s pushing your tank top off your body, kissing down your neck before landing on your unoccupied breast.

He latches his mouth around your nipple instantly, moaning as soon as he gets his mouth on you. His other hand now rolling your pebbled nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. Your hands fly to his curls, moaning softly and biting at your bottom lip, trying not to make too much noise. Jacks gaze meets yours, instantly moving his hand to tug your lip from between your teeth.

He shakes his head, finally pulling off you with a pop! “No, don’t do that, wanna hear you, got that?” he asks, holding your chin in his fingers to make your eyes meet his. “Yes” you nod, head swimming “Yes what?” he pipes up. “Yes sir” you smile softly nodding. “Good girl.” he growls, moving to work your other tit with his mouth now.

After a while he’s kissing down your stomach, you’re giggling lightly at his scruff tickling you, his hands moving with him. When he reaches your shorts he looks up at you, chin resting against your lower tummy and asking for permission without words, you nod eagerly, running your fingers through his curls softly.

Jack smile up at you and gives a sweet kiss to your stomach before tugging your shorts off. Now you’re left in just your panties laying out in front of him. Jack takes a moment to look at you, shaking his head softly and chuckling to himself in disbelief.

He’s shifted down now, resting between your thighs, hands resting on your outer thighs. He’s looking up at your pretty face while he kisses the inside of your thighs. “So fuckin’ beautiful.” he’s murmuring into your skin. Your hands are massaging your boobs while you watch him. He starts mouthing the wet patch over your panties.

“Fuck Jack-Please” you whine, hips bucking up a little into his mouth. You feel him smile into the wet fabric before swiftly pulling them down your legs. His heavy head resting against your thigh before he’s attaching his mouth to your cunt like a damn leach. He completely engulfs it, mouth around it and tongue licking anywhere he can.

You let out a gasp and grind your hips up into his mouth, hands tugging on his curls. He lets out a groan against you, practically vibrating your whole body as you cry out. The sound is wet and sloppy. He’s slurping all your juices up before spitting them back onto you and spreading them around with his tongue.

Eventually he focuses his mouth on your clit. His soft lips wrapping around it as his tongue flicks against your button. His fingers move to dip into you. You’re a moaning mess above him. Totally seeing stars as your hips grind against his face. When you look down you see your cream mixed with his spit slipping off his lips into his silver scruff, you can feel it against your things as he works his mouth on you.

You feel the coil in your stomach tighten, hips moving faster against his face as he curls his fingers inside you deeply. “M’ gonna come Jackie” you sob, arm covering your face. He’s pulls away instantly, making you sit up, looking at him confused and a little frustrated, before you realize what he’s doing.

He’s untying his sweatpants and pulling his shirt off, you watch with an excited smile on your face, pushing your thighs together as you watch him. He’s pushing his boxers down now, completely bare infront of you. You can tell he gets a little shy under your gaze, probably the first time in a while anyone’s seen him like this. “I know i’m not what I used to be.” he says quietly, moving to hover over you.

“Jack…” you trail off breathlessly, looking at his body. “You’re everything, I-I couldn’t possibly be more attracted to you.” you smile and giggle softly up at him. He smiles and leans down to kiss you sweetly while settling between your thighs. You feel the weight of his cock against your wet cunt.

You bite his bottom lip and lift your hips slightly nodding while looking him in the eyes. He moves his gave to line up with your entrance, then slowly pushes in. The stretch of him makes sure you feel every vein that protrudes. You whimper slightly and Jack tucks his head against the slope of your shoulder, breathing shakily abs trying to control himself.

After about a minute you tap his back softly, signaling him to move. He pulls out slowly, before pushing back in. Your hands claw at his back, nails digging crescent shapes into his shoulder as you feel Jacks teeth in your own. He starts to set a pace, pounding into you. The sound of wetness and his balls slapping against you is all that can be heard, the movie long being over.

“Oh my god, Jack.” you’re whimpering against him. One of your hands tangling in his curls, the other still digging into his shoulder. “I know baby, fuck i know.” He’s nodding against your skin, the smell of his manly body wash and his sweat floods your nose, your head tips back as he speeds his hips up, hitting that same spot over and over.

He’s whispering praises into your ear, telling you how well you’re taking him, how stunning you are, how good you tasted. You can’t give responses back, only whines and moans, with a couple nods thrown into the mix. The familiar feeling comes back in your lower stomach. “Jack.” you gasp against him.

“I know.” he says nodding, “Me too honey, come on, let Jackie fill ya’ up hm?” he’s asking into your shoulder. All you can do is nod before clenching around him, legs shaking as you feel his cock twitch inside of you and spill.

You stay like that for a while, just breathing into each other before Jacks carefully pulling back, looking at you, brushing sweaty strands of hair out of your face “You okay?” he asks softly, pulling out. You move to grab his wrist and nod, eyes meeting his and smiling.

He moves off you, tugging his boxers on and kisses your forehead with a promise to be back. You can hear him running some water in the kitchen before he comes back with a wet washcloth and starts cleaning you up gently, still whispering sweet little praises.

When he’s done he helps you up and to his room, handing you one of his worn t shirts and some clean boxers before laying you in his bed, crawling right up behind you, arms snaking around your waist and pulling you against his chest.

Author's Note: eek ! this is my first fic ! i have been working on a much longer piece but wanted to get something out. i really hope you enjoy it ! let me know what you think and i would really appreciate feedback. i love jake in all forms, but human jake has a special place in my heart. (BTW i suddenly started picturing jake the dog while editing this... )

this fortuitously counts towards the lovely @junebugonjupiter’s Jake Sully event ! Prompts: 32. Human Jake & 52. Teaching (2009) Jake the Na'vi language

@junebugonjupiter was also the amazing beta reader for this and continues to offer me such incredible support. thank you twin !!! everyone say, THANK YOU JUNE ♥️

J. SULLY 

Extending the “T” on his AVTR backpack and turning it into a “J” was a simple task, but Jake felt hollow as he did it. Detachedly he noted how he’d imagined flames engulfing the letter just as they did around the box that held his brother’s body. He didn’t think he would ever see his brother again, not after the fire turned him to dust. But that thing floating in that blue tank was unmistakably Tommy. 

He smiled when he saw it the day he arrived, feeling uncharacteristically tender. Though it was blue, large, and had a tail, it was at the beginning of its life instead of the end. And it looked so much like him.   

The reality of the Avatar being his hadn’t truly hit until the darkness of the link unit that surrounded him became the light of the Ambient Room within seconds. The nerves along his back and legs tingled with feeling. His body finally felt whole again. And when he returned, everything felt wrong. Like an ill fitted garment, his skin sat uncomfortably over his bones and muscles. Like his soul had grown to take up all the new space it had, stretching out and settling into his new form with ease and a strange familiarity, but refused to shrink back. It felt different even to breathe, like the deepest breath wasn’t enough.

Max assured him that everything, that he was willing to share, was normal. The side effects of the link. But each time Jake opened his eyes in the unit, came the sinking reminder that he would never fully be the man he knew he could be. As he came to, the memory of the energy reaching his toes, just a blink of a second before, taunted him. It was a twisted game. 

So, when the Colonel approached him, he'd agreed pretty easily. Did his desperation show? What wouldn’t a man do to regain what he had lost? Quaritch knew the answer too well, dangling the promise of the chance to walk again, the chance that he could walk away from all this one day, like bait. Jake’s real legs. It sounded real good. A fair deal. More than fair if the aliens were all doomed from the start.

Most of all, he jumped for the chance to fill the hollow feeling in his chest that he couldn’t shake. His hands still twitched for something to fight for. It had driven him to service; leading his squad in Venezuela, reconnoitering beyond enemy lines, getting shot down in action. He would have gone back if he could. As a dog returns to its own vomit, the soldier in him could never stop. He was way out of his depth here on Pandora, but recon was what he did best. It was just gathering information after all, not treason.   

Yet the truth weighed heavily on him as he sat atop your bed with you, books and papers and tablet strewn about the sheets. Your sweet voice sang to him in the language he couldn’t quite grasp just yet. The song was about the people’s sacred and ancient Hometree, you had explained, and a pit formed in his stomach at the mention of it. Despite your intent for him to listen to the lyrics and learn their meaning, his mind drifted to the tree’s fated destruction…. Was there really anything that could help him save the people you held in your heart? 

Grace and Norm regarded him with annoyance and disdain, treating every mistake he made as an inevitable indication of his incompetence. Knowing he was already unqualified in their minds left him resistant. You, on the other hand, let him try again and again, chipping away at the wall he’d had up for the longest time with patience and determination. You poured into him like it was your own personal mission, rewarding his efforts with a radiant smile and a laugh that filled his heart.

What’s worse was that you believed in him, believed in his pure intentions, and believed he could succeed. But was earning their trust enough? Would they even listen to him? He had only three months before the RDA would send in bulldozers to tear everything apart. It seemed inevitable that he would let them down, let you down. He frowned at the thought. 

As the song came to its end, your eyes opened and you laughed, making it easy for him to put on a smile for you. 

“Did the kids at the school teach that to you?” Jake asked, scrambling to be present, watching as you began scribbling on a page.

“My friend Ninat taught me. It’s like a nursery rhyme,” you answered. 

“Is Nina one of the scientists?” 

“Ninat,” you emphasized. 

He huffed, “Baby, you gotta enunciate.” 

“No. You, sir, must learn Na’vi.” 

With an accusatory look, softened with a smile, and a finger pointed at him, you handed over what you’d been working on. He took it in his hands and squinted. Maybe the lyrics of the song? He couldn’t tell. 

“Now you try,” you encouraged, scooting closer until your arm touched his. You reached over to point to the first word but he wasn’t looking at the piece of paper. Not when you were this close. His eyes trailed your profile and he watched your lips as they spoke, not hearing a word they said. They looked soft. Everything about you did. He wanted to sink his fingers and his teeth into the softness of it all. Lose himself in you and forget about his lessons, the Na’vi, the RDA, and the choice he made. 

Jake saw your knee bump into his thigh and he mourned the loss of feeling that prevented him from knowing your touch. He tried to imagine, to remember, what it would feel like and he swallowed thickly. The hum of your voice fell so close to his ear he almost shivered. Shining hair fell down over your shoulder and he followed the strands over your neck and then back up again. The dim light made your eyes glow, but it was the excitement in them that was so appealing. And they were suddenly on him. 

You were saying something, but his heart thumped too loudly and he shook his head to get the sound out of his ears. 

“Jake?” you said, pulling back with a concerned expression. “You must be tired. We can go to sleep if you want.”

Jake blinked dumbly at you and his cropped hair did nothing to hide the tips of his ears, flushed red. 

“Huh?” He dragged a hand down his face and met your gaze, wide eyed. 

“It’s okay,” you said gently with a laugh, reaching to take the papers that now rested on his lap. “I know you’ve had a long day.” 

“No, no, I’m good, I’m good,” he countered, snatching them up before you could. “I don’t think I’ve got it though. Can you sing it to me again?” 

You shook your head and smoothed the ruffled hair across his forehead.

“Let’s go to sleep.” 

—

Jake watched from his spot on your bed as you stacked all your books and papers on top of the small desk in the corner of the room, humming as you did. You saw his eyes grow heavy but they trailed after you, his wrist limp as he handed you the final piece of paper to set aside. You nudged his wheelchair out of the way as you moved to shut the lights. He made no sign that he would leave for the night. But you didn’t expect him to. 

He'd fallen asleep sitting up the other night, interrupting your recitation with a soft snore. Jake slept so peacefully and deeply you couldn’t bring yourself to be offended, or to wake him. He was stretching himself thin. The exhaustion of the day and the late nights brought out the sadness in his soft, blue eyes. The urge to hold him close and kiss away his troubles was overwhelming. So one night led to many, and you couldn’t seem to get rid of him even if you tried. Jake swore your bed was "more comfortable" than his, but you knew it had more to do with the lonely, empty room down the hall. 

And now, a sleepy smirk pulled at his lips as you crawled into bed.

It was impossible to say no to Jake Sully. He’d been alone for long enough. And so had you. 

“Come on, soldier," you smiled, lifting the blanket and inviting him in. 

—

In the darkness some time later, as you lingered on the verge of consciousness, Jake’s grip suddenly tightened around you. 

He mumbled coarsely, mournfully, into your hair, "'M sorry.” 

Mind muddled with sleep and the warmth of his body, you waited for more. Nothing came but the sound of his steady breath fanning across your head and his heartbeat loud under your ear.

Sorry for what?