Title: Just A Moment - Jake Series: Just a Moment (part 3) Author: Rauhnee Ranshanka Email: gatekat@transfur.com Fandom: SWAT Kats Paring: Jake/ Chance Rating: NC-17: M/M sex Archive: Yes by copy link to http://www.gatekat.net/SWATKats/FanFic/Stories/_ST_Just_Moment3.html Websites: http://www.gatekat.net/index.html Disclaimers: All things SWAT Kats belong to the owner of the show. No infringement intended and no profit gained. The rest of this insanity is mine. Notes: Still dedicated to Sarah 'cause she did have to ask when they're getting together. Part four is on it's way when I can type coherently in English again. Betaed by Kyrie. Summary: A missing scene set the night the guys get kicked off the Enforcers, back to Jake's POV and picking up at the end of pt 1 and 2 time-wise. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Ok Jake, now what? The kat you love is crying because of what you did. You can pretend you really were asleep and let it go or move your tail over there and try to comfort him. I want to comfort him ... I want to do a lot more that to just comfort him, but how's he going to take it? He didn't like it when I tried to tell him it was ok to be upset when his father died ... and this is more personal, both ways. All right, what are the risks? If I go over there, he could take it all wrong ... or exactly correct and get *very* offended. That can go anywhere from attacking me to ending our friendship to nothing. If I don't, he could still turn on me for my part in all this, or turn on himself and leave me alone. Or nothing could come of it, especially once I get him back in the air. Not really a good choice in the lot, but what is worse? It could blow up in my face either way. But if I go over there, at least I will have tried. Even if it ends ... badly, I can say I tried to help, tried to be a friend. Gods, he's beautiful even in the dark with a teary face. "Chance?" I keep my voice just above a whisper and let one hand come to rest on his shoulder. Even in these circumstances, it sends a jolt of pure pleasure to my groin just to touch him. "Can I do anything?" "Love me." His voice is ragged and even lower than mine. 'Love me?' He couldn't have said that. He *couldn't*. "Wha'd did you say?" He buried his face between crossed arms on his pillow, "nothing. I said nothing. Go away. Just leave me alone." "All right, buddy." I hate to break even this light contact, but I don't think either of us are up for a fight right now. "I'm gone." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Uhhh? Why do I have to be such a light sleeper? Oh well, time to figure out what woke me up this time. ..... Have mercy, do I really have to listen to *this*? He's either jerking off or having a hell of a wet dream ... umm, wet dream. Even I need my hands. Damn, I'm going to need mine soon if I don't cum from just listening to him. This is better than my videos. Much, much better. Now if only I could be the cause of that. Kind of interesting to watch a wet dream in progress though. It'll probably be the best chance I have to hear him, even if there isn't much to watch. I wonder if he'd notice the lights if I turned them on? Breath quickening, a couple shivers. Mmm, he's close. And what a view without the sheets to hide any of him. Just a slim pair of dark skivvies interrupt that gorgeous, sweat slicked golden fur. Ohhh, what I wouldn't give to be under him right now. That mattress must be in heaven. What a dream he must be having. "Jake!" A guttural groan escapes as his body shutters a final time. Jake? 'Love me' and calling my name when he cums in his sleep? Chance, buddy, you can kill me if I'm wrong, but I think you don't know yourself very well. Now just how to bring this up without getting punched ... Umm, Jake, it might be good to calm down. If he's in denial, he's not going to be very receptive to being faced with the truth. But how else to bring it up but ask outright? If I'm right, we've wasted two years already. If not ... Gods, he's beautiful like this; orgasm-lax and unguarded. "Chance." I barely hear my own voice, but I'm not paying that much attention to it anyway. The electric shock is back with the light contact on his arm. "Chance, wake up." "Ummm?" He shifts just enough for me to feel the ripple of muscle in his shoulder. "Wake up." "Jake?" I wish I could place the tone in his voice, but it's giving me shivers. "I'm here." "Love you," is a low mumble. He's got to still be asleep. But that's twice. "I love you too, but you need a shower and fresh sheets." I give his shoulder a light push, "I'll help, but you have to get up." "Serious?" He rolls completely on his back, but his eyes are still mostly closed. I think he's smiling. "If I can get a kiss out of it, yes." I *really* hope that can sound like a joke if need be. This is rapidly entering the Twilight Zone. Not a bad shift, but ... "Just a kiss?" His voice ... gods what is there to describe that quality? Way past sexy and wanton. He's going to kill me the good way at this rate, I want him so bad I feel like damn teenager. "Is there more being offered?" A warm hand slips between my legs, tracing the outline of my straining erection between strong fingers on it's way up. "Hmmm? This for me?" "Y ... yes." "That's good," he's got me on my back and my skivvies around my knees. "Oh, god ..." I can hear my own voice quiver as he swallows me whole. Never, never though he'd do this to me. So hot, slick. He's incredible. Mercy, Chance, don't stop. Don't stop. Whimpers and his purr are all that make it though the searing, vibrating suction burning away the last barrier until I feel my hips jerk up, forcing me deeper. I know I roar as he milks me, purring and licking long after I'm spent. "I was right." I can feel his breath in my ear. "You do taste good. Shower now?" "When I can stand, maybe." Even the words are hard to form. I haven't been this ... satisfied in a long time. So what the hell just happened? Beyond the obvious. Jake, take what you've been given and enjoy it. Worry about how when it's gone. -- END: Just a Moment (part 3) ... 1/1 by Rauhnee Ranshanka gatekat@transfur.com