Title: Harpers Creek
Author: Niko
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jack/ David
Status: PWP
Feedback: feedback appreciated if you care to share
your opinion.
Archive: Seize The Night
Summary: David finds out he's moving and Jack is there
to comfort him.
Disclaimer: Still don't own, still broke
Notes: my first lemon. be afraid....

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Jack sauntered up the fire escape, shouting at the top
of his lungs in exhilaration with a resounding whoop
he took off his hat and flung it around like a regular
cowboy, his face alight with winded joy.

David skipped steps to the level just below the
exaggerated sceen, laughing at the child-like
behavior, leaning backwards on the black iron with his
arms crossed decidedly over his chest.

"I beat you by ah mile Davey-Boy!" the cowboy
exclaimed, laughing in mockery.

"Yeah, well, if I don't let ya win once and while it's
hard to put up with ya."
Jack leaned down with a sour look on his face and the
curl of his russet hair falling between his eyes,
"You're ah sorry looseh, ya know that Dave?"

David rounded up the side, as if to attack or tackle
the other boy. He paused just before him as a voice
carried down the fire escape.

"David."

The two teenagers look up and greeted David's father
with waves and common hellos.

"David, your mother and I need to talk with you." Mr.
Jacobs called down to them.

"Oh, okay." David wiped his hands clean on his pants
and shrugged, looking at Jack in question, "You gonna
be around later?"

"Maybe, if I don't 'ave anything betteh to do."

The curly toped boy elbowed the other as he followed
the stairs towards his kitchen window, hoping in
before popping his head back out to give a cheery,
"See ya, Jack."

"See ya 'round Davey." Jack leapt down the flights,
the clank of his heals on the iron sounding like a
stray cat in a trash can. He tossed a longing glance
up at the beckoning windows with the lacey white
curtains that called to him from the Jacobs'
residence. Something about Mr. Jacobs's tone made him
wonder what was going on behind the walls and lace. It
was really none of his business but curiosity was
better wasted on those with little to bargain for
which was just the sort of man he was. Dave was his
friend anyway and he'd find out sooner or later. Why
not sooner?

Deciding in favor of curiosity, Jack quietly snuck
back up and paused just out of site and well within
earshot on their kitchen window. If he strained his
neck just a tad, he could see the whole family
gathered around the table. David sat in his chair
backwards, a quirk he'd pick up hanging with the rest
of the Newsies. Jack thought back to the pacifistic
kid who'd swore he'd never have anything to do with
the cowboy. Now they were best friends. Were from the
day they met, if you overlooked the first encounter.

"What's going on, Dad?" asked Les, pulling up close to
his brother and mimicking his posture.

Mr. Jacobs sighed, raking a hand through his hair and
reaching out for his wife's hand, "You boys have been
doing a great job. You've made plenty of money selling
news papers. But, you're both still kids. You should
be in school, not working on the streets. Especially
you Les."

David leaned forward; "That's okay. Me and Jack can
handle it alone. I think it's be great for Les to go
to school."

Jack swallowed a lump forming in his throat. He had a
bad feeling about this.

"You could still make a future for yourself too,
David." Mr. Jacobs pointed out, "You can't expect to
be a Newsie all your life."

Jack watched David's eyes fall to the table. There
were more to the words than just a reference to his
career. It was more like he was saying 'you can't be a
child forever.' But they weren't children, they'd
taken on the World and won. Jack scooted closer, his
eyes glued to the family at the kitchen table.

"I've been offered a job out west, in Texas. As a desk
clerk. Place called Harpers Creek. I think you boys
will find plenty to do and it'll give you a chance at
an education."

Jack watched David as his fists clenched and
unclenched, feeling his own stomach twist. David
lifted his head, ice blue eyes pained, a look of
betrayal such as Jack had only seen once, when he had
sided with the scabers.

"You can't take me away. Not now. Not that I've
finally found some friends and made a place for
myself! The Newsies are like a second family to me! I
can't leave them!" David had stood up, palms flat on
the table with Les right beside him.

"Yeah, Dad, we can't just leave the Newsies!"

Mr. Jacobs raised his hand, "I've already accepted the
job. It's for the good of the family. You've got till
the end of the month to say goodbye."

"No…" David backed away, angled towards the window
Jack sat outside of. Sensing the impending run, Jack
stood up and moved ahead, taking the stairs to the
roof.
"You can't take me away. No!" David leapt out the
window and began his descent.

"Pst, Davey!"

David looked up, Jack's face beckoning him to the
roof. He followed his mark, hopping the steps to the
top before bolting onto the flat top and sinking to
the hard floor.

Jack kneeled down before him, placing a hand on his
friends shoulder.

David fell forward, his head burrowing in Jack's chest
as his arms wrapped around his waist.

"I hoird everythin'." Jack confessed. "What ya gonna
do about it?"

The mop of curly locks shook, tickling Jack's chin, "I
don't know."

Jack nodded, holding David to him and rubbing his back
in soothing patterns. "You're a smart guy, Dave. With
some more schoolin you could do lots betteh than
sellin' papes."

David's head popped up, "You want me to leave?"

"No! God no," he buried his friends face back into his
embrace, "The last thin' I want is for ya to leave!
You're my best friend! My walkin' mouth! I don't know
what I'd do without you to set meh strait eveh time I
try to do some bull headed stunt!"

David laughed lightly, "It's more like you pulling me
into one of your bull headed stunts."

Jack twisted a curly lock with his fingers, tracing
the strong muscles in David's neck with his fingers as
his friend took shelter in his arms. The Newsies had
always been a touchy group, always a hand on each
other when possible or available. Though the newest
member, David fell quickly into the arms and hands of
his friends. Jack's especially. For Jack had fallen
faster and harder for the blue-eyed angel than any one
else, every touch hiding an emotion hidden well from
his friend. From the moment he'd bumped into him, he
wanted to hold him. The first time they'd spoken he'd
wanted to kiss him. Jack found his lips wandering over
the tussled curls, kissing the tops in silent
adoration.

"Jack?"

The cowboy sighed, "Yeah?"

"Do you think I could come live with you guys?"

Jack shook his head, "Your family needs you, Dave.
Besides, you don't want to be like meh adn the
othehs."

"Yes I do!" David pushed away completely, "I'm a
Newsie, Jack! You wouldn't tell Mush or them to
leave!"

"Well none of them organized a whole strike eitheh!
You're better then them, Dave! You're better than all
of us!"

"No I'm not! I'm a Newsie!" David tried to get away
from Jack but the cowboy looped his arms around him
and held him tightly to himself.

"Listen to me, Dave, and you listen good. Yeah, your
eh Newsie but you've got enough brains to take over
for Pulitzer one of these days. Don't be throwin' all
that away just 'case you wanna prove you're like the
rest of us."

David slumped forward, a whisper on his lips that
passed by without sound.

"What's that?" Jack turned David around and held him
till he was staring him in the eyes. The cool blue
always shocked him to the core.

"It doesn't matter any more. It's too late."

"You're still here, ain't ya?" Jack shook him, "What's
wrong with now? Seize the day, remembeh?"

David nodded, a small smile on his face and a growing
blush. His arms wrapped around Jack's neck, drawing
him closed, "Seize the day, huh?" with that he crushed
their lips together in a hot kiss that tasted of honey
and sweat, sizzling across their flesh like lightening
from the one point of contact that set the sun to fall
in comparison. Hungry and desperate, the blue eyed
angel teased and caressed, making short order of
pleasantries and restrictions. His hands fled under
Jack's shirt, stroking the sensitized flesh and
pushing backwards, pleading with unspoken words for a
response, to be touched and excited. Jack waited just
a moment to see where it was all leading before
returning the actions with zest and craving. His hands
weaved into the maze of curls, reveling in the texture
and softness while devouring David's mouth and
invading with his tongue to taste the ardent sweetness
that was offered. His hips arched to press against his
denim-clad partner's, wanting to feel everything,
every inch and crevice, every plane and protrusion.
His teeth nibbled on David's bruised bottom lip,
swollen and shivering in the air, wishing only to be
rejoined and lavished. But Jack's mouth fell to his
neck, nibbling and teasing, blowing cold breath across
sensitized skin that caused light moans of pleasure to
break the forbidden silence.

"Oh god… Jack…"

Jack growled at his name, feeling the power and lust
wash over him. Dave wanted him, was moaning his name,
was scratching his back in barely controlled yearning
as he shivered and tossed his head.

"What do you want, Dave? How far?" he ground his hips
into David's exciting twin moans from both of them.

"I want you." The curly toped boy moved his hands
lower, teasing Jack's waistband with curious fingers,
"Seize me. Take me."

It was almost a plea, a pathetic mourning of future
neglect and imminent passings making every movement
and wish more urgent. Jack pushed him backwards, his
arm supporting the others back as he guided them lower
to the ground. David kept his eyes glued to Jack's,
trust and love emanating from the crystal orbs. He
watched as Jack tossed his shirt away then reached
down and helped him undress as well. First the shirt,
then the pants till all was discarded and all that was
left was flesh against flesh in the dying light of the
sun. Their lips met again, a new hunger driving them
on. Jack let his hand wander down the sleek sweaty
surface of David's stomach, pausing a hands width
below his belly button before sliding back up to tease
the cherry nipples that gave rise to excited gasps
that escaped their joined lips.

A smile crept upon the cowboy's face as he closed the
kiss and dropped his moist mouth to the buds of flesh
on David's chest, licking each one before taking one
into his mouth and lavishing it, his tongue swirling
to an unfound beat, teeth nibbling and pressuring the
over sensitized nub. David wreathed and bucked,
causing their erections to brush against the other.
Jack's breath came in a quick intake, his resolve soon
to fade but his caution and awareness to his lover
keeping him from going to fast. He moved back to
David's lips, paying brief attention to the panting
'o' shaped mouth before replacing his lips with his
fingers, encouraging David to suck and moisten them as
his other hand followed the original destination
downward to grasp the dewing erection in his hand.

David's resounding cry of ecstasy echoed off the
rooftops, the last of the dusk's rays falling like
golden glitter across their naked, sweat covered
bodies. Jack felt his own passion rising, every noise
David made feeding him with unrivaled love. He moved
his hand up and down, applying pressure with his palm
while his eyes remained glued to David whose continual
panting and movements only added to his own pleasure.
He could feel David's tolerance approaching its peak,
pleasure soon to throw him into ecstasy. Jack halted
his movements, letting go of the straining erection
that begged for attention with a voice humming around
his fingers that prayed for release. David bucked and
twisted, trying to find friction somewhere. Jack
stilled his trials, leading his fingers out of the
angel's mouth and returning a full and soul deep kiss.


Again he made a path down David's front, going around
the proof of all that David meant with every word and
bliss filled face, diving past and below into the
crevice that lead to the puckered entrance he sought.
With his lips locked and adding a bit of distraction
to the initial penetration, Jack pressed one finger in
pass the restraining flesh to the first knuckle and
waited for David's reaction. A sharp hiss escaped
their kiss but only increased the depth of which their
bond explored. Jack pressed in further, his finger
entering to the second knuckle, pausing again for
David's comfort. No longer content with slow and easy,
David pressed back, taking the entire digit in, moving
against it instinctively. Jack began to insert the
other, finding less of his resolve intact with every
rocking motion that David stirred. The second finger
was added completely, the rocking and plunging
becoming rhythmic and heated. He adjusted the angle of
his fingers as David rocked back into them causing
them to brush against the sensitive spot deep inside
of him. David shouted out, drawing Jack closer, their
erection brushing again.

Jack moaned and leaned back, removing his fingers and
reaching to his neglected member with sweat and saliva
slicked hands. He coated it as best he could then
positioned himself in front of David' pulling his
lover's legs over his shoulders and directing him into
a jack knifed position. He guided his erection to the
entrance and braced himself again David's shoulders as
he slowly entered, stopping with the head as he had
with his fingers, waiting. A sharp cringe of pain
crashed upon the previously enthralled expression on
the blue-eyed angel's face but soon lifted and was met
by an eager thrust upward. Jack bit his bottom lip to
retain control. He slipped further into the velvety
depths of David and fallowed his partner's lead till
he was buried to the hilt in the moist heat that sent
his head to arch back in pleasure. The waiting wasn't
long till one of them moved against the other, sending
them into a slow rhythm that slowly escalated into
faster and harder thrusts that rocked them both.
Angling to hit that special spot over and over again,
Jack reveled in the new sounds that escaped his
'walking mouth', wordless shouts of encouragement and
bliss falling like dew on a rose. Jack thrust harder,
faster, feeling his own pleasure escalate and peak as
he cried out and thrust deeper, touching that spot
like he never had before, sending David reeling to
release as well, coming on each other and within.

Sticky and subdued, Jack pulled out of the warm
enclosure, letting David's legs fall back into a more
comfortable position. He crawled up beside of him,
David snuggling close till his head was buried beneath
Jack's chin as it had been in the very beginning.

"You okay?" Jack asked, kissing his forehead and
running his fingers through tangled curls.

"Great. You?"

Jack smiled and nestled closer to David, arms wrapped
protectively around the smaller boy, "Great. You as
tired as I am?"

The lack of response and the steady breathing that
danced across his chest answered his question and soon
he found himself drifting into slumber as well where
sweet dreams awaiting him.