Agents Universe

Before reading this, read:

AN OASIS OF VIOLENCE - SAVING KYLE PART 1
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50677

THE NIGHTMARE BEGINS - SAVING KYLE PART 2
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50780

THE VALLEY OF DESPAIR - SAVING KYLE PART 3
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50781

A BITTER PILL - SAVING KYLE PART 4
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50847

DAY 5

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I hung up the phone, and ran my hands through my beard and hair. I sighed deeply, then rolled my shoulders to work the kinks out. It had been four months since Derek Steel had fucked the entire CSIS up the ass, and we weren’t anything like back to normal. I’ve tried to keep Jack out of the limelight, but I couldn’t shield him entirely. The worst had been the interview with the Intelligence Oversight Parliamentary Committee. They had grilled us for hours, and it was clear that they wanted a scapegoat, and a young, fresh, rookie agent just out of the academy had seemed an ideal target for their wrath. But when I told them that if they so much as tried to press charges they would be openly violating our government’s policy on the treatment of torture victims, and that I would resign and launch a highly public lawsuit and drag all kinds of dirty laundry into the public eye. I had stared down the head of the committee himself with Jack sitting behind me. They had backed down, and finally, at last all the inquiries were over.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: That had been a bad, bad day for Jack, and I had ended up holding him for hours in my arms on our couch when we got back home. But at last, all the formalities had been observed, and Jack was cleared to resume active duty just last week. He hadn’t been given any field assignments yet, I wanted to give him some time to get settled back into work. And to help him cope with the news that I no longer could shield him from. 10 of our undercover agents had been brutally murdered by Syndicate operatives after the leak. We hadn’t been fast enough to secure everyone, in the chaos that had reigned after our Systems had been savagely raped by Derek Steel’s fancy little virus. I had kept that from him until last week, when he returned to the office, and it wasn’t possible to do that anymore.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Having Jack move in with me was both the worst and the best decision I have ever made. It was the worst because he was so beautiful, so handsome, and all I wanted to do when I saw him was hold him tight and kiss him. But that could not be. I was his boss, and that would not be proper. Instead, as I had sworn to myself that day beside his hospital bed, I channeled my love for him in other ways. I watched out for him, I helped him get over his injuries, I protected him as best I could from being ostracized for the consequences of his brutal torture. I fought hard to get him ready for duty again, and began to work out with him, in the gym, the shooting range, and on the sparring mats to help build his fighting abilities, and restore his confidence. And sometimes, when the trauma and the nightmares came, I would hold him against me, cuddling him as I lay down beside him in his bed, and let him know that he was safe. Those nights were the hardest for me.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: And now, when we are short staffed, and resources are stretched to the breaking point, I am invited to a joint conference call with both the head of the CCS, Chris Carson, and the Director of MI6, Ronald Craig. As if the situation were not bad enough, they asked for a favor from the CSIS. James Mason had gone missing. The details were sketchy, but they were related to the high profile raid on the headquarters of the Minneapolis Police Department, where Ivan Usov had been freed and some local pair of detectives, Inspector Kyle Byrne, his name was? And his partner, Xavier.. ? had been taken prisoner. It had come out that Mason had refused to contact Ronald Craig, and had gone rogue, and Chris Carson finally admitted that just a few days ago, Mason had requested a personal favor to search the Detroit CCTV archives for one Daniel Allen, a Syndicate operative who might have been involved in the raid in Minneapolis. Furthermore, he had asked Carson to check in a “Simon Runner” into the Oasis Hotel in Detroit, using a local detective. After that, Mason had not been heard from. That had been three days ago. They had no spare assets to go search for Mason, not any that could be in Detroit quickly, whereas we, CSIS, based in Toronto, could be in Detroit in just a few hours.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: We couldn’t say no. It just wasn’t done. The informal agreement between our three agencies was based on trust. They wouldn’t have asked for help unless it was urgent and serious. And if we said no… then, the next time we needed a favor… No, we had to help. But who could I send? We literally had no one… unless. I sat looking at my desk, as an idea began to form. Of course… OF COURSE. I would go myself, and take Jack with me. It would be a perfect opportunity to ease Jack back into field work, to give him something to take his mind off … what we have taken to calling the “Toronto Incident”. All right, we would need to leave within the hour. And Jack should be home for lunch in 10 minutes. I can tell him when he arrives home for lunch. I was supposed to be off today, but for me, duty is a constant. I had looked forward to a relaxing day at home, but duty calls.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Four months. Four crazy, intense months. The worst months of my life? Likely. My life had changed so suddenly, from being the fresh and excited new agent, to the reckless and idiotic rookie that blew up the whole agency. It felt like an ocean of people were telling me how wrong I was, how much of a failure I had turned out to be. My mother, who had barely been in contact with me since the “incident”, was ashamed. My brothers, who had called me pathetic and worthless since I was a kid, had suddenly found all the evidence they needed to back-up their words. I thought I was at rock bottom when I lay at Derek’s feet, his cock thrusting into my mouth. But it turns out I was wrong.. This was rock bottom.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Or at least, it had been.. If it wasn’t for Jeff Rogers. There are no words in our dictionaries that could describe Jeff accurately. He has been my absolute rock throughout everything. I had protested at moving in with him, purely for not wanting to put him out, but he obviously shut me down and insisted. He turned the worst moments of my life into something rather beautiful. The way he aggressively defended me in all of my meetings, including one in which my mother was present. He refused to let anybody shift the blame onto me, and for the last four months all I’ve heard is “it wasn’t your fault”. However, I had still not learned to accept it. I understood that I was not to blame for breaking under torture, especially when it was at the brutal hands of the disgusting Derek Steel. But I put myself in that situation, I betrayed the agency in my first week and went after one of their biggest threats completely on my own. Yes, I was seduced by Peterson, but my decision was my own. Jeff could not change my mind about that, at least for now.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Then last week, he sat me down and broke some more news to me. Something he had clearly been keeping from me for a while to protect my feelings, but had no choice anymore. I, Jack Young, was responsible for the deaths of 10 international agents, working undercover to break the Syndicate from within. It was in that moment that I sunk to my absolute lowest, and I wanted to be dead. Just like I did at the hands of Derek Steel. I knew in my heart that I would never forgive myself for it, but Jeff certainly made it somewhat easier to process.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Since living together, I’ve been surprised at just how much Jeff and I have in common. I’m still not sure of our relationship, it’s like something I’ve never had in my life before. A friend? No. A father figure? Not really.. It was something really special, my feelings for him were purely of love, with absolutely no idea if that was returned. Despite our close relationship, however, we had still not truly discussed the “incident”. Jeff knows I got.. Used by Derek. I still can’t think of the word, but I know that much. He has tried to get me to open up about it, but it’s something I still can’t face myself, let alone pouring my heart out to Jeff about. In time, Jack. That’s what I keep telling myself. He’s helped me through absolutely everything, through physical therapy as well as emotional support. The most difficult thing about this whole ordeal is not being able to touch Jeff the way I want to touch him. To be held by him in more than a supportive cuddle.. I could never let these feelings show. Jeff was a professional, a strict one at that.. And he was teaching me to be the same. I modeled myself after this man. I idolised and admired the fuck out of him.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I approach Jeff’s house.. Our house? I have no idea when my lodging period is expected to end. Every time I mention it to Jeff he shoots me down in the kindest way possible. I carry our groceries through the front door, balancing them on my right forearm.. Thank god that’s healed up nicely. I step into the entrance hall and catch sight of myself in the mirror. It happens every time I come in, like a ghost I can’t avoid. At first I see the bloodied, broken man I was four months ago, but then my eyes adjust and I see myself for who I really am. I’ve healed quite well considering the horror I experienced. The left side of my beard is slightly thinner in comparison to the rest of it from when Derek ripped it out, but it blends in okay. The burns on my skin have faded to my normal colour, and now appear as faint patches of scar tissue. I hate them, but it is how it is. I can’t expect to escape Derek’s Steel clutches without the scars to show it. Speaking of that bastard, the wounds he carved into my chest are still very much there. His initials, his fucking intials, branded onto my skin for life. Everything else has healed, my broken bones, my battered gut.. I get pains in my stomach every now and then, but the doctors have said that could come and go for the rest of my life. A small price to pay for giving him access to our system and single-handedly killing my colleagues. I have to tear my eyes away from the mirror every time. I want to cover it with a blanket or something.. I hate myself. Three words I will never utter to Jeff, but swirl around in my mind constantly.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I carry on into the house, knowing exactly where Jeff will be. At his desk, working hard and making me lust for him. I want to sneak in behind him and kiss him on the cheek, draping my arm over his shoulders and smushing our heads together. No, inappropriate. I walk into the kitchen and rest the bags down. “I’m back, sir!”. Sir. Jeff will never be anybody else to me. He was my superior and my senior, in every sense of the words. Sir from now until the end of time. I start unpacking it all, putting our lunch things to the side before I prepare them. I close my eyes and imagine Jeff appearing behind me, this time it’s him putting his arms around me, hands around my stomach as he holds me close. Shut up, Jack.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I hear Jack as he enters the kitchen, and I slowly look up from my paperwork. Quietly, I stand and move silently to the door of the kitchen, watching Jack from behind as unpacks the groceries. A brief, salacious thought crosses mind as Jack bends over, and I have a brief urge to pat his sexy ass. I’m shocked at the thought, don’t go there Jeff. I walk up quietly behind Jack and put my hand on his shoulder, smiling broadly, “Welcome home Jack, when you are finished putting the groceries away, we need to have a talk. Something has come up.”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I’m lost in my train of thought, all the things I want to do to him and vice versa. I feel myself getting hard but I have to flush the thoughts away, I can’t let Jeff see me with a-- “FUCK!” I gasp and jump to the side, almost entering combat mode, as a hand clasps my shoulder. My heart instantly races but I turn and see Jeff’s face, an instant comfort. Adrenaline pumps around my body but my mind can rest. I’m safe.. I’m MORE than safe when he is around. I laugh slightly as I breathe out all my anxiety. “Wow..” my hand covers my heart and it thuds against my palm. Jeff has a very serious expression on his face, and I turn solemn with him. “Is everything okay?”I’m standing so close to him, literally inches in front of him. It’s torture.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I watch as Jack jumps out of his skin, I should have been more cautious, I know how hyper-sensitive he has been since the “incident”. I speak quickly to reassure him, “It’s fine. But… I got a call earlier this morning. There is an agent, I’m sure you’ve heard of him, James Mason, from MI6, that went missing in Detroit the day before yesterday. CSIS has been asked to search for him, and I’m the only asset currently available. I’d like you to come with me Jack, if you feel up for it. This is not an order. It’s just a request.”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: My heart slows as I listen to Jeff’s words. James Mason.. Very famous in our circles, very good agent. It’s very unlike him to go off the radar, I understand the concern. Jeff mentions being the “only asset available” and it’s like a stab in the gut. I try to hide my emotion but I feel my eyes squint ever so slightly in a flash of pain. My first opportunity for field work since Derek.. I clasp my hands together in thought and they’re starting to sweat. Anxiety has been my only other constant companion throughout all this, along with Jeff. I feel keen to prove myself again, to show that I can claw my way back from the depths I’ve buried myself into. A lump forms in my throat and I try desperately to hide the tremors starting in my arms, but underneath that is a confidence. A determination. I look into Jeff’s beautiful pale eyes and nod. “I’m coming”

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I watch the play of emotions across your face, the pain at my unintentional reminder of the “incident”, the nervousness, and then, what I had hoped for. What I knew would come out, what I knew was in the heart of the man that I had come to know and love even more deeply than I thought possible. Determination. Courage. I know, and Trent knew, that courage was not about facing danger without fear, it was all about facing fear itself, and still doing what had to be done. My eyes were filled with pride just then. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, and the moment passed. Quickly, I transitioned into work mode. “All right, then let’s get packing. We leave in 30 minutes. We want to be prepared for anything. We’ll bring the standard set of tactical combat gear for infiltration and rescue operations, just in case. We might not need it, but when the Syndicate is involved, we don’t take chances.” I quickly pack a suitcase with a few changes of casual clothes, something that will let me blend in, then I see to packing two duffle bags with our heavy tactical gear, combat boots, black SWAT style trousers, bulletproof vests, our combat knives, sidearms, an assortment of grenades, field kits, and a sniper rifle in case we need to provide cover for each other. I zip them up, heft them in my arms, and load them in the back of the Land Rover. I call into the house, cupping my bearded mouth, my biceps just ever so slightly filling out the sleeves of my button up shirt, “Jack? Are you ready?”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Jeff gets to work packing his bags, as well as our tactical gear. I follow suit and pack my own bag of essentials relevant to the mission. Jeff has been doing this for years, packing like this is second nature to him. He does it with such confidence and experience, I long to be like him one day. It strikes me that this could be the last time I brought groceries home to Jeff. No mission is a guaranteed success, anything can happen no matter how well trained and prepared you are. The thought almost scares me, but not for my own life.. for Jeff’s. I make a promise to myself, here and now, if anything happens on this mission that requires giving my life to save his.. I’ll do it without a second thought. I finish packing and bring my bag down to the car, leaving Jeff to do exactly what he knows he needs to do. I quickly focus on the house, making sure things are locked away that need to be, scanning Jeff’s study to make sure nothing confidential is left on show. It’s all good, then I hear Jeff’s call. I run to him, not being a second late, and smile as I close the door and approach him. “Yes, sir” I slip into the passenger seat, swallowing my nervous feelings and putting all my faith in my instincts, my training, my abilities.. and Jeff.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: We pull out of the driveway as I put the Rover into gear. I smile over once at Jack, thinking, as I always do, how handsome he is, how much of his father is in him. Trent… oh fuck, I still miss Trent. We navigate our way to the freeway and head south out of Toronto towards the Great Lakes and the bridge that connects Canada with Detroit. It’s not a long journey, about 4 hours or so, and soon we are in the grimy, rundown, half abandoned hellhole that is Detroit. It is not my favorite city. I grin, looking over at Jack, “Have you ever been to Detroit, Jack? I wouldn’t recommend living here. Toronto is much nicer, even if the winters are terrible. Besides, Americans… well, they are a bit challenged at the best of times.” I make my way through the grimy, rundown streets, probably will need to take my Land Rover in to get the suspension adjusted after hitting the 10th pothole. Then, we finally reached the Oasis Hotel. It is just as rundown as everything else around us. I park the Rover and get out, looking around. The sun hasn’t set yet, so the light is still good. I pulled up my phone, and checked the package that I received courtesy of the CCS, they didn’t have much, but they were able to provide the details of the car that James had rented. It didn’t take me long to find it. So. He had been here. I went to examine it.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: The drive is pleasant, and provides me with one of my favourite things in the world: alone time with Jeff. Eventually we enter Detroit and its, well.. A city. Jeff asks if I’ve ever been here, and passes his comment on Americans. I chuckle, “Nope, never been here.. And besides, I have a big thing against Brits at the minute” I joke, the only way I can get through troubling times is by finding humour. Joking about the man who tortured and raped me was probably sick to some people, but for me it was a coping mechanism. When we finally reach the Oasis Hotel, I’m just as disappointed that a hotel with such a beautiful name is… a shit hole. Couldn’t the mission have been in Barbados? Ghana? Jeff and I exit the car, and I’m cautious with my actions. Jeff goes to examine the car, but I refuse to be Mary’s little lamb. I scan the area, searching for something out of place. I pace around the parking lot, looking for broken glass or anything that would give us an edge. There’s nothing, not a trace. I decide to go over and join Jeff, but as I step forward the clouds part and the sun shines down onto the tarmac. A shine, somewhere off to my left.. I follow it and lean in close. A splatter, barely visible trace of a dark fluid paints the tarmac. Oil? Blood? I look around more, and a few inches away from the first splatter is a series of smaller spots. I kneel down and follow it, the trail is a couple of metres in length but then it stops. My detective skills are telling me this could be the site in which somebody was injured and placed in a vehicle, hence the end of the trail which is right at the opening of a parking space. Bingo. I turn and watch Jeff, still investigating the car. I stand up again and approach him, mesmerised by his concentration and authoritative persona. “Sir? I think I might have something,”

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I check out the car, the plates match the ones sent from the CCS, but I don’t see anything unusual, other than that it hasn’t been moved since the day before yesterday. I look carefully, examining inside the car, seeing if there was any sign of break in or entry. I’m in the middle of a meticulous examination, when suddenly, I hear Jack approach. I look up, “What’s up Jack? Have you found something? Show me.”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I lead Jeff over to the blood and kneel down again. “I’m pretty sure something happened here,” I say, pointing to the blood. “And it stops at this parking space,” I look up at Jeff, feeling like a fucking dog awaiting for praise and a treat. Jeff is much more experienced than I am at this, he will know how to interpret this a lot better than I can. The sight of blood makes me twinge slightly, remembering how much I lost that night, how much we both lost. Was Mason attacked and abducted? Is he being tortured right now? It fuels me with fire, knowing there’s every possibility of that assumption being true. We need to get to him quickly, he’s a much tougher guy than I am but they will break him, if they haven’t already.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I follow Jack, and kneel down where he points to something dry and reddish brown on the pavement. I frown, and pick up a flake in my thumb and forefinger, grinding it to a fine powder, and sniffing it. I nod, “Well spotted Jack. Could have easily missed it. This could easily have been made by someone bleeding on the way to a vehicle.” I backtrack, examining the trail to the door. There are patches missing, like someone tried to clean it up, but missed bits. I look at Jack, put my hand on his shoulder and give it a squeeze to let him know how proud I am of his find. “Good job Jack. I think we need to have a little.. Conversation… with the manager.” My voice goes hard as I finish the sentence, and it’s clear I’m switching mental gears, going harder, tougher, more ruthless than the warm side I usually show Jack.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Jeff is happy with my find, and therefore so am I. With every second that passes by, I feel a thirst to prove myself. I made some seriously stupid mistakes during my first week, and now I need to prove myself as a worthy agent. Jeff mentions “talking” to the manager, his entire demeanor changing to a side of him I’ve never seen before, except for maybe the night he rescued me but I was too out of it to fully take it in. What I do remember, though, is him holding me in his big arms, carrying me away from danger. I’ve thanked him a thousand times over the last few months, and I will continue to thank him for many more years. I will forever be in his debt, and I will never let him forget what it meant to me. I follow Jeff, and feel my demeanor changing also. I had a dark side, Derek saw flashes of it during our fight, as did Peterson at the repair shop. I could flick a switch when needed, and now was definitely one of those times. “Ok, let’s go” I walk as though I’m Jeff’s wingman, determined to do whatever it takes to get to Mason. I will follow Jeff’s lead and be the sidekick he needs me to be, like I’m putty in his hand.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I head into the hotel, my stride determined, purposeful, steel hard. I notice Jack falling in beside me, and nod with short jerk of my head in approval as I can see him drawing on his inner darkside. It’s a tool we need in this job, that sharp ruthless edge. I knew he had it in him. I barge into the hotel, and head up to the desk. I don’t hesitate. I reach out and grab the dirty, grimy wifebeater of the fuck-ugly manager. He looks stunned, about to piss himself. I pull him right up to my face and ask in a quiet voice, “Last night pal, there was a man staying here. “Simon Runner.” He’s not here now. He might have been attacked, there might have been a fight. Maybe you can tell me about it.” Time to adlib now… “Cause you see, I’m a nice guy, really. But my pal over there, he’s not quite right in the head. And if you don’t talk.. Well, he might just lose it, and I can’t really be held responsible for what he does to your, well you know, with that knife of his.”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I stay silent next to Jeff and let him lead the interrogation, and then he paints me to be an unstable menace with a tendency to lose it. I glare at the manager from behind Jeff and my hand strokes the hilt of my knife, signalling to the manager that I will use it if necessary. We had all this training at the academy, how to intimidate and compose yourself to get information, threatening with torture before actually resorting to it. I doubt myself before I speak, telling myself I’ll never be intimidating or tough and would look pathetic trying. But then, Derek Steel’s face flashes before my eyes, and I find my rage. I think about what he did to me, how he hurt me and.. raped me. That word I’d refused to even think up until now, it gave me all I needed to truly become the psychotic sidekick Jeff needed me to be right now. I dig deep into my soul, tensing my abs as I push from the diaphragm and speak in a lower voice. “I’m already getting impatient and you’re looking pretty scared, which is pissing me off even more. So just tell us,” my thumb strokes the butt-end of my knife, and I don’t blink as I look into his eyes.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Oh very good Jack, very good. I grin at the fear in the ugly fuck’s eyes, as he darts over to look at Jack playing with his knife. I can smell the fear coming off him in waves. He starts to mutter… “I … I … can’t… please… they’ll they’ll kill me….if I talk..” I look at him, and my eyes are hard as daggers. “Well, my friend here, he’ll kill you if you don’t. Now, where does that leave us?” Suddenly, I can smell the strong sharp odor of ammonia, but my expression doesn’t change. The manager was looking over at Jack playing with his knife and he literally pissed himself. It happens. Then, he stutters, “Okay, okay!! I’ll talk… please, have him put the knife away… please.” I listen as the ugly fucker tells us everything that went down. There was a fight, Daniel and two other men against “Simon Runner”, except Simon Runner surprised them, he wasn’t in his room after all. But it didn’t matter. Daniel had still left carrying Mason knocked out cold, and dripping blood. Some other agents had come later, and had taken away a dead body. The other man who had been with Daniel was injured, and taken to Grace Hospital for treatment. I nodded, letting the manager go. I turn and leave. “C’mon Jack. We are going to the Hospital. I hope you aren’t squeamish. Because we are going to have to play this same act with a sick man. We have to know where they took Mason.”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I subtly breathe a sigh of relief when the manager gives us all the details, my intimidation display had worked. Jeff leads me back out of the hotel and we climb into his car. I understand exactly what he is implying, and nod in his direction slowly. “I’ll do whatever it takes, Sir.” I look out the passenger window and reflect on all that’s happened, and all that is about to. Four months ago I was tied to a chair and tortured, it was brutal, intense and terrifying. If I do the same thing to somebody else, does that make me just as much a monster as Derek Steel? It was a strange thought, and a small wave of guilt came over me. I try so hard not to show it to Jeff, I don’t want him thinking I’m weak. But I’m a human being, and in my heart I know I’m a good person, surely it’s only natural for me to feel this way. My brothers are ruthless, they wouldn’t even think twice about all this. What about my Dad? I never saw him in action, and can’t imagine how he dealt with it all. I want to ask Jeff, but asking him means talking about what exactly happened, and now doesn’t feel like the right time for that. I start to sigh but quickly stop myself, not wanting to draw more attention to my dwindling thoughts and pat my hands on my lap rhythmically instead.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: As we get in the car, and buckle up, I pay very close attention to Jack. He’s seeing another side of me, and another side of the work we have to do, the actions and difficult decisions we have to make. He doesn’t have to say a word. I know he’ll do what he has to do, he’s a good man, and for some reason, he trusts me blindly. I’m flattered by that, but it also makes me… a little uncomfortable. I love him so much. He needs me now though, I can tell. As we drive off, I turn and speak to Jack. “Jack. Have you ever heard that the best leaders and politicians are the men and women who don’t want the job? Well, let me tell you another secret. The best cops, the best spies, the best commandos are the ones who don’t do it for fun. They do it because it’s necessary. Do you understand me?” I smile at Jack, putting all the warmth and love I can find into my expression.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I look at Jeff the moment he starts speaking, and listen to his words. He completely mesmerises me, and for the last four months he has, without fail, known exactly what to say whenever I needed to hear it. I knew exactly what he was getting at, and it made me feel so warm inside. Then, when he finishes, he turns to me and smiles. His smile is so beautiful, his handsome, bearded face beaming at me with wisdom and confidence. I want him, so fucking badly. I want to take his face in my hands and kiss him. I want him to stop the car and then I’ll climb over onto his lap, face-to-face as he holds me in his beautiful, hairy arms. I reposition in my seat to hide my growing bulge, facing it away from Jeff slightly. “Thank you, sir..” I make a fist and gently pat his forearm that rests against the gearstick, leaving it to linger for a few seconds just so I can touch him. I love it when my skin touches his. “I needed to hear that,” I smile back at him.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Jack takes in my words, as he always does. My eyes linger on his face for a moment as we are stopped at a traffic light. I drink in his beard, his eyes, his hair. I’m aching suddenly to pull him into my lap. Shocked, I realize I’ve gotten an erection. Jeff, this isn’t proper. Focus. Then, he touches my forearm, and it’s everything I can do not to kiss him then and there. I swallow hard, shifting my thigh to discreetly reposition my erection, praying that it isn’t obvious. The light goes green, and I turn back to driving. We pull into the hospital, with thoughts of Jack still in my head. I park, and refocus, pulling out Mr. Badass from the closet, and putting him on like a suit. It’s time for work. I nod at Jack, and we head into the hospital. I flash my badge at the nurse, acting like I belong here and have every right to ask about the private affairs of patients. Of course, he doesn’t buy it. He’s a dutiful nurse, and asks to look at my badge. Since my badge is from Canada, and this is America, that isn’t a good idea. I hold up my finger, and make a call, a direct line to Chris Carson. I explain what I need, and suddenly, a few minutes later, the nurse’s phone rings.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: He puts the phone down, and his face is a bit white, and he has a wild look around his eyes. He calls us over, and takes us to the patient we were asking about. I tell him to leave, and he nods, shutting the door on the way out. I sit down, and shake the patient on the shoulder to wake him up. He’s in bad shape, with multiple gunshot wounds, covered in bandages. He says, “What… what.. Who the fuck… are you?” I look at him, my eyes cold and hard, then I take out my gun, and put it right up against his head. “I’m the man with a gun against your head, you piece of mother fucking scum-sucking Syndicate shit. Now. You are going to tell me where your boss took Mason, or you will shortly be lacking a brain, that is if my bullet can even find one.”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I follow Jeff every step of the way, slipping into my darker persona also. He orchestrates the phone call, gains us access.. He’s incredible. The nurse takes us into the patient’s room and I thank him, this uncontrollable urge inside me to show gratitude where it is deserved. The nurse had no choice, clearly, but he probably felt awkward about the situation. I hope that just that one word made the situation a little less scary for him. Then, my attention turns to the patient and the warmth escapes my body, turning cold before his very eyes. Jeff holds the gun against his head and the man opens his mouth to call out. The last thing we need is a room full of nurses, so I grab the blanket on his bed and stuff it into his mouth. He bites down and lets out a muffled yell into the blanket, my fingers are still inside the folds of the fabric and I grimace as he bites down. “Hey!” I grunt, using my other hand to punch a bandage wrapped around his left bicep, covering a gunshot wound. “Hurt me and I hurt you,” and after a few moments he loosens his bite and my fingers stop crunching. “Thank you,” I remove the blanket ever so slightly, so that he can speak, but it’s poised and ready to stuff into his sick Syndicate mouth if he yells again. “Now.. where’s Mason?”

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: The man is going to call out, I can tell. But Jack is on it, with a speed and smoothness that impresses me. I knew he had talent. I knew it. And here is making me as proud of him as his own father would be. He muffles the cries and administers just the right amount of corporal punishment to the wounded man’s bandaged arm. I grin. It is not a friendly grin, like the smiles I reserve for Jack. This is the grin of a ruthless, sadistic, bearded killer who is just waiting for an excuse to pull the trigger. “So, I think maybe we are beginning to understand the situation now, yes? So, when my pal here removes the blanket from your mouth, either one of two things will happen. A) You tell me where your boss took Mason. Or, and this is my favorite outcome, B) I blow your brains out. Ready?” He nods, the fear pouring out of his eyes is palpable. I nod to Jack. The blanket slowly comes out, and nearly stumbling over his words, the Syndicate agent starts to stutter… “Tol.. Toll Toledo… they took him… to Toledo.. Please… don’t shoot.. I swear, I’ll give the exact address… please don’t shoot.” I nod. “Very wise of you. Now, after you recover, you’ll be pleased to know that I have made arrangements for a very nice holding cell in the local police station with some lovely cops to take care of you, pending your trial. Have a nice day!” I pat his cheek, turn, and nod at Jack, to leave the room and the Hospital.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Jeff speaks with such eloquence and determination, it inspires me. The Syndicate agent provides us with the address that we need, fear filling his voice so much that I know he’s telling the truth. I turn with Jeff and leave the hospital and climb back into the car. “Do you think Mason is still alive?” I ask, the last time I headed somewhere on the recommendation of a Syndicate agent, it ended up being a trap that got me captured and tortured. I didn’t want that to happen again. “He was telling the truth.. Right?” I turn to Jeff for more wisdom and encouragement.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I buckle up as I get in the car, and start driving towards Toledo, towards the location of the Syndicate safehouse where they took Mason. I look into Jack’s eyes, and my expression is troubled. “I don’t know Jack. It depends. They want him for a specific reason. Likely something he knows. They will keep him alive as long as he can…” I look really troubled, this touches on the “incident”, and I know it’s going to be hard for Jack. “... resist whatever torture and interrogation techniques they are using on him. They have only had him for a day now. And, I’ve met James Mason. The man is a legend. An absolute legend. He is one of the finest men I have ever met. Your father felt the same. If anyone can hold out, he can. But… if they break him, and they will given enough time, then they will kill him as soon as they are done with him. It’s our job Jack, to see that doesn’t happen. It’s up to you and me. But yes, to answer your other question, he was telling the truth. I’d stake my reputation on it. You learn how to read people once you are in this job long enough.”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: This was it, I felt it in my bones. We were driving towards a situation that was going to be incredibly difficult for me to face. Another agent tortured and possibly broken, a position I’d not too long ago escaped myself. I turn that doubt and strand of fear into pure determination, looking Jeff cold in the eye. “We need to save him,” I feel like the Robin to his Batman, and we’re about to take on the Joker. I’d already faced The Scarecrow and got beaten hard, Derek had a way of using fear as a weapon and it still tingled at my spine every now and then. I felt more ready than ever to take these fuckers down, and then Jeff mentions the word “reputation” and my heart sinks. Jeff’s reputation was that of a top-tier government agent. Mine? The absolute opposite in every way. It’s time to change that.

DAY 6

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: We drove into the night. Toledo was only about an hour south of Detroit, but we needed to sleep before attempting this rescue. We needed to take precautions, we needed to be prepared. Otherwise, we risked not only our lives but James. And yet we needed speed as well. More speed, less haste was the order of the day. I pulled into a small, crappy hotel on the outskirts of Toledo at about 10pm. I checked us in, but all they had was a room with a double bed. I glanced over at Jack. I felt uncomfortable. I mean, sharing the same bed, that just wasn’t proper. Sure, I’d slept with Jack when he had his nightmares, and held him against me. Oh god, that was torture. But this was different. I hesitated, I looked uncertain. Then, finally I agreed. It’s not that I didn’t want to sleep in the same bed as Jack. I wanted nothing more than that. But I couldn’t let myself give into my desires. It wouldn’t be right, it wouldn’t be fair to Jack. I found the room, and laid down in the bed, throwing a t-shirt on and removing my trousers. I crawled under the covers, then looked over at Jack. God. He was so beautiful. I swallowed, and turned over, saying, “Sleep well Jack. We have a long day ahead of us.”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: The drive was short, and before I knew it we were in Toledo. The hotel was shit, but enough just for the night. Jeff and I entered the room and were greeted with a rather small double bed. “Oh for fuck’s sake,” I think to myself, thinking the God’s had something against me. The nights that Jeff held me provided me with the best sleeps I’d ever had, despite being an emotional wreck. Through my tears I would hear his voice and feel his touch, then he’d soothe me to sleep with his warm and comforting arms. He could crush me with those arms, crush me like a toothpic-- STOP. I can feel my dick twitching. We prepare ourselves for bed, however there’s one awful problem.. I can not sleep in anything more than my boxer shorts, I always overheat. I have nothing else to wear to bed, do I mention it? Do I draw any attention to it? Fuck this is awful, but I also crave to be next to him. The bed is more of a large single size, we’ll be close.. Real close. Oh fuck, this is too much. I quickly strip down to just my boxers and climb under the covers, not wanting to draw any attention to the fact that I’m pretty much naked next to Jeff. I wasn’t expecting to be sharing a bed with the guy! But fuck.. I feel him right next to me, so close that his breath bounces off my cheek. I turn to face him and we’re inches apart. “You too, sir.. Goodnight,” I study his face for a brief moment. Fuck.. I have to tear my eyes, this is far too much.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I sigh deeply, as I settle down to sleep. Next to the young man that I loved fiercely. Tomorrow would be fraught with danger, and a part of me wished Jack was not here. But another was glad for it. I would protect him, but I would not stifle him. He was his own man, but I would take a bullet if that’s what it took to keep him safe. I drifted off to sleep with Jack’s body heat pulsing into the hairy muscles of my back.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Jeff’s breathing slows and deepens, and he drifts off to sleep. I stare up at the ceiling, feeling numb. I’m so close to him that my bicep rests against his back, and it feels amazing. I sigh gently, my mind spinning about what is to come. Tomorrow is going to be a huge day, physically, emotionally.. In every way possible really. It’s a scary thought, but I’m so glad Jeff is here to guide me through it. My heart twists in my chest as I think about the possibility of him getting hurt. I absolutely will not let it happen, if somebody so much as points a gun at him, I’ll be right there in front. I also refuse to be a liability, refusing to let Jeff worry about me or get distracted because of me. I will fight, and I will fight hard. Jeff is going to see another side of me tomorrow, the side I showed Derek when I fought him. I could see he was surprised at my skill, he underestimated me before he overpowered me. Jeff will feel the same surprise tomorrow, I promise myself. My eyes flutter shut as I think about all the different scenarios that could happen, and then I disappear into the beautiful land of dreams.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I stir, drifting in and out of sleep. I blink a few times then go to reposition in bed but.. Something is on me, resting over my stomach. I open my eyes, and look down.. Jeff. At some point during his sleep Jeff had turned to face me and draped his arm over my body. I was in his arms again.. I wanted to kiss the entire length of it, then feel his tongue slip into my mouth as we kiss. But instead, I settle back down to sleep and my hand gently rests on top of his arm, locked in a gentle embrace as I close my eyes for a few more hours of sleep.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: A piercing alarm rouses me from my sleep. I stir and open my eyes, and Jeff is already coming to turn it off. Jeff.. towel, FUCK! Jeff has a towel around his waist, and beads of water cover his beautiful body. I’ve only seen it a couple of times, a couple of wonderful, erotic times where I caught him changing. Oh Jeff.. so fucking handsome, hair covering his gorgeous body like a grizzly bear. I want it, I want that body all over me, I want to wrestle with it, kiss it, lick it. Everything. I have to tear my eyes away though, I can’t let him see me look for longer than a second. I can’t expose myself like that. I jump up out of bed and realise again that I, too, am practically naked. Jeff.. and I.. bodies out, this has never happened before. He saw my body so much when he was taking care of me, changing my dressings and cleaning my wounds. I even found that incredibly erotic, through all the unbearable pain.. But never in our lives had we both been shirtless at the same time. And then… SHIT!

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: My boner, my fucking boner. It was facing him, and he was looking. Oh my fucking god, I felt my face burn a bright red. Shit.. SHIT! I quickly turn and nearly choke on my words. “Fuck, erm.. Sorry, sir. Just, err-- had a really good dream,” FUCK!!! This is unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable. Please don’t hate me for this, Jeff.. Men often wake up with erections, I know that.. But not in front of their fucking bosses! “I’m just gonna… really quickly shower..” I escape to the steamy bathroom and lock the door. FUUUUUUUCCCKKKK!!! I slam my fists against the sink in an absolute rage at myself. I turn the shower on to disguise any sound I make, turn it up nice and hot and strip off before diving in. I let the painfully hot water punish me for being so fucking stupid, I should have been more careful! I normally like hot showers anyway, but this is just a teeny bit too hot. My boner, my fucking boner.. It’s still raging despite the embarrassment. I have to act on it, I’m close to exploding anyway, just do it.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I jerk off under the water, thinking only of Jeff. His body, the water matting his hair down, the towel wrapped tightly around his waist. Just… him. It only takes me about 30 seconds, I was so in the fucking mood. Then I exploded, splattering my cum against the bathroom tile, moaning slightly but not louder than the running water. “Fuck…” I breathe hard, my whole body finally relaxing after tensing throughout the wank. I quickly brush off the cum from the tiles and let it drain with the water. I can’t have a long shower, I just focus on the necessities and I’m out within a minute. Oh shit.. My fucking clothes. I didn’t bring them in. No it’s my turn to go out in a towel and I just hope to God Jeff is packing the car or something.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I step out into the room and the air is bitterly cold compared to the bathroom. With my towel around my waist, I go to my bag and pull out some of the tactical gear. Jeff is in the kitchenette, now dressed but his hair is still wet. Oh fuck his hair is still wet, turning me on again. Fuck. I sit on the bed facing away from him and throw some boxers on, covering myself. Then I quickly dry myself off completely and throw my black clothes on. Jeff has done coffee and toast for us both, nice and quick. We down it with no time to waste, then I hop in the car as Jeff checks us out. I’m so awkward and uncomfortable, I have no idea what to say. To I address what the fuck just happened? Is it worse NOT to address it? Oh fuck… why!? Why did this have to happen? Jeff drives us into the city of Toledo, following the address given to us by the Syndicate agent, but he’s smart enough to hold back.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I get up early, before the alarm goes off. I take a moment to look at Jack next to me in bed. He looks perfect. So very perfect. God I love him. I get up and shower, and as I am drying off, the alarm goes off. I walk out, a towel wrapped around my waist, only to see Jack spring out of bed, all confused, half asleep… and fuck me, I will not see this. I see nothing. Nothing. Jack’s hardon poking out of his boxers. I pretend I see nothing. Nothing. Nothing to see. I WILL NOT GET HARD. I WILL NOT. He rushes by me so fast, he doesn’t have time to notice my erection. THANK GOD. Jack is a young man, it’s just a morning boner. Perfectly normal. But me… I had no excuse. I would have died if Jack saw my dick stiffen and tent my towel.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I quickly change into my tactical gear, heavy black SWAT trousers, my undershirt and bullet proof vest, my combat boots, my tactical belt. The manager might give us a look when we leave the hotel, but that’s his problem. Not mine. I make some toast and coffee for us, it’s better not to have a heavy meal before combat. Keeps us sharp. Jack gets out of the shower, and changes, wolfing down the food and coffee. I get in the Land Rover, all of our gear is loaded, and we are ready. I will NOT mention the incident with me getting a hard on. It’s possible Jack noticed, but I hoped to GOD he would not mention it. I would die of shame if he did.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: We pull up a few blocks away from the Syndicate safe house. I turn off the engine, and we wait for a few hours until evening. It is risky, every hour we delay is another hour they have to torture Mason, but we need the cover of night. We would risk both Mason’s life and our own if we tried this in the daytime. As soon as the Sunset, I get out of the car, and I motion Jack to follow behind me as we move around to the back of the Land Rover. We are in the outskirts of Toledo, in a light industrial park. It’s a weekend, and the place is totally deserted. That means that almost anyone around is guaranteed to be connected to the Syndicate. I crack open our duffle bags in the back, and hand out our weapons. I load us both up with a small toolkit/lockpick kit, sidearms for both of us with silencers, our combat knives, and field glasses. I hesitate, then also add to the list a frag grenade and a flashbang. I hope to fuck we don’t need them, but better safe than sorry. I turn to Jack. “Stay with me Jack. Our goal here is stealth. We ARE NOT trying to go in with all guns blazing like some stupid action heros out of Hollywood. Quiet. Silent. No one sees us enter. No one sees us leave. You with me?” My voice turns slightly hard again, as I begin to switch into combat mode, turning into the hardened warrior, ready for combat. Jack can do this. He can. I love him. I trust him. I believe in him.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Jeff loads me up with the appropriate gear, I trust his judgement entirely, whatever he thinks I need, I will take. I listen to his words with absolute focus, listening to his game plan and nodding in agreement. “I’m with you, sir” we slip into combat mode, shutting down our emotions, and head towards the safe house. I stay behind Jeff, letting him be the natural-born leader he is. We slink through alleyways, now in the direct vicinity of the Syndicate. Our backs rest against a wall, but I hear something off to my right. Jeff didn’t pick up on it, it was too far in my direction. I look down the alley and see an opening further down, it sounded like it originated from in there. It could be a member of the Syndicate, about to turn into the alley and see us. I turn back to my left and Jeff has moved ahead, now out of hearing range so I can’t tell him. Fuck, I don’t like this.. We could get busted.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Jeff focuses on the path ahead but I’m obsessed with what’s behind us. I have to make sure, I will explain to Jeff after, he’ll understand. I move along the wall towards this opening, and as I approach it a Syndicate guard comes out, his gun holstered and smoking a cigarette. I knew it! As he sees me I’m on him, taking him to the floor whilst wrapping my arm around his neck and pulling quickly to the side, breaking it. The whole thing happens in about 4 seconds, but the deed is done. He lies dead on the alley floor, and when I look back at Jeff a few metres down the alley, I give him the “ok” signal, moving the body to behind a dumpster so it can’t be spotted in the meantime. But I know this starts some sort of countdown, people will know he went out for a cigarette and will be concerned if he doesn’t come back soon. I duck back into stealth mode and approach Jeff. “Sorry, sir. Had to sort that out”

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I carefully make my way down an alley, having consulted a map of the vicinity this morning beforehand. This alley should take us to the rear of the building housing the Syndicate centre. It’s not a large building, according to my research, it is supposed to be vacant, in fact the entire light industrial park is mostly abandoned after the property crash and hasn’t recovered yet. It’s perfect for the Syndicate. We pass a side alley along the way, but after a quick pause, and a glance, it is empty. I keep carefully and slowly proceeding, every footstep stealthy and certain, every sense straining to sample my environment. I hear Jack suddenly backtrack, and I pause, flattening against the wall. I trusted Jack’s training. I would not second guess him. And I was right to do so. A Syndicate guard came out of the alley we had passed, and spotted Jack. Jack never gave him a chance to even raise his gun,taking him down and breaking his neck like the professional I knew he was. Good lad. God how I love him.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: He disposes of the body behind a dumpster, then rejoins me. I nod and give his shoulder a squeeze, sparing a softly whispered, “Well done.” We are on a timer now. And Jack knows that too. I move faster, and reach the next intersection. Beyond this lies the Syndicate safehouse. It’s set back from the alley emerging between the two warehouses we are in, surrounded by some grass and landscaping. I motion Jack to stay back, and take out my field glasses. The perimeter is illuminated by lamps, but there are gaps. I put on a night vision filter on my field glasses, and zoom in. There… in the gaps, near the eaves of the roof, is a security camera, slowly sweeping back and forth. I hand the field glasses to Jack, I want him to see exactly what we are dealing with. I whisper in his ear, “See that camera Jack? And see that window about 5 feet to the left? When the camera is facing the opposite direction, you and I are going to dash across the lawn, and plaster ourselves against the wall. We will be under it’s nose then, it won’t be able to spot us. Then, I’ll get us in through that window. With me?”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I returned to Jeff and his hand squeezed my shoulder. I could so easily slip out of "Agent mode" right now but I refuse. Stay focused, Jack. I follow Jeff through to the Syndicate warehouse, crouching next to him and doing exactly as he commands. He lends me his glasses and I spot the camera he's referring to, it's moving slowly enough for us to both go together. I return the glasses to Jeff and wait like a coiled spring. "I'm with you, sir" I whisper, and when the moment strikes, we dash in unison to underneath the camera.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: we flatten our backs against the wall, safe from the camera's glaring lens. I watch as Jeff gets to work on the window, his strong, gorgeous hands working away. It doesn't take him long, he's a professional, and before I know it the window is unlocked. I daren't act until Jeff gives explicit orders, or acts first so that I may follow. My heart stops slightly when the window opens.. this is it. What kind of awful state is Mason going to be in.. and can I cope with it? Yes, Jack.. you can.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Jack follows my directions perfectly. It doesn’t take long, as I pull out my toolkit from my tactical belt, working quickly and deftly to pick the lock on the window. I peer into the gloom inside, but this seems to be a small office of some kind, dark and abandoned. I can make out a desk strewn with papers. I stand up, and plant my hands on either side of the window, my muscles flex and tighten, then the window smoothly glides up. I heave myself up through the window, swing my legs over and land silently on the floor. I quickly scan the office, and quietly surge forward to the door, I put my ear to it, straining to hear what’s on the other side. There is a murmur of voices, but none of them are near. I turn, to check on Jack.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Jeff hoists himself up and enters through the window, his biceps tightening as they support his weight. I almost lick my lips like a ravenous lion watching a gazelle. I wait for Jeff to give an okay signal, then hoist myself through the window into the small office. I close the window behind me but don't lock it, just enough to cover our tracks and prevent anybody from spotting us. I cautiously slink through the office, my eyes scanning the documents that rest atop the metal desks. I approach the third desk along from where I entered, and feel a twist in my gut.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: It's an email, dated a few days ago. I don't have time to read it now, but a quick scan gives me enough information. "Des Moines", "Inspector Kyle Byrne", "Ivan", "sleep deprivation", "electro-torture"-- fuck!! My eyes shoot to Jeff, who is investigating the other side of the room. I can't call to him, and we have other things to attend to right now. I pull out my phone and take a quick photo of the document, making sure all the important information is on there. These syndicate bastards are torturing us all, they're sick fucks. Then I remember the hospital, how I stuffed a blanket down a man's throat and punched his gunshot wound.. maybe we're all sick fucks.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I regroup with Jeff, there's no point in mentioning Kyle and Des Moines yet. We can't speak and there's nothing we can do right now anyway, but as soon as we rescue James I will tell him, and we'll add another visit to our itinerary. I stand next to Jeff, possibly a little too close but.. I can smell him. I can feel the heat radiating from him. It doesn't distract me from my mission, if anything it helps me focus. Gives me comfort. Then I hear a voice, a muffled voice. I can't make out many distinct words, but.. it's a British accent, a deep voice. It's.. Derek fucking Steel. I can't mistake that voice, I heard it all too much during.. the "incident". He's fucking here. Stay calm, stay focused. I'll get my moment with him, but I feel my body tense up, ready for my second encounter with that shitstain of a man.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Jack moves up behind me, and I focus hard on the voice. My eyebrows rise in shock. It’s… I know that voice… It’s Derek Steel. Fuck. But it’s not moving, and it’s not right outside… It must be in a nearby room. I take a deep breath, focus hard, every sense straining as I open the door slow as molasses. I motion Jack to stay right behind me as I survey the hall. It’s dimly lit, and I choose suddenly to turn right. I don’t know where James is being held, but we need to start somewhere. As I creep along the hallway, with Jack behind me, Derek’s voice grows louder. I motion for Jack to stop then put my ear to the door. My eyebrows rise again, as does my gorge. What I’m hearing is the unmistakable sound of Derek Steel face fucking another man. I want to be sick. Oh fuck. It’s not James though, I know that. This is consensual, I can tell by the rhythm and the tone of Derek’s voice. He’s really into this guy, whoever he is face fucking.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Then, suddenly I hear two voices, having a casual conversation, but quickly approaching from further down the hall. I refuse to panic, instead I quickly survey the environs. Across from us is a small door, looks like some kind of utility closet. I don’t hesitate. We need to hide, now. I dart across the hall, and open the door. I slide in, and motion for Jack to follow me. The closet is tiny, barely large enough for one man, let alone two. I squeeze in, and Jack joins me. We shut the door quietly, just in time. Then, despite the danger and peril of our situation, I begin to blush. Jack’s knee was wedged in between my legs, against my crotch. My arm, in some strange pretzel like fashion, was trapped between our tightly packed bodies, resting up against Jack’s crotch. And our faces were touching, cheek to cheek, beard to beard. I could feel his breath in my ear even as my own whispered against his ear. I thought of anything I could not to get a hard on. God… He was so beautiful, and he was so close. He smelled amazing. His beard against mine felt so right. His breath on my ear. With just a little twist of my head I could kiss him. JEFF!!! STOP. You are in the middle of a life and death situation. FOCUS.

12:36 Agent_Jack_Young: I follow Jeff down the hallway and hear the sickening moans of Derek pleasuring another man. Sick fuck, he's probably raping this one too.. the thought passes in a fleeting moment. Of course he's not raping him, he's not mocking him the way he did me. This is different. I want to barge the door down and shoot him in the dick. A noise, SHIT. Jeff is already on it, quickly and quietly darting into a closet.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I follow like an obedient pup, sliding into the ridiculously small space, the front of my body sliding against his. Oh shit.. oh shit oh man oh fuck. It feels amazing, Jeff's strong core pressing against mine. His face, something I've been so desperate to touch for so fucking long, pressed against mine. This is.. fucking heaven. James Mason, I need to focus on James Ma-- fuck. It's happening. I'm growing, oh fuck no I'm growing and Jeff's arm is down there. He'll think it's some of my gear, it's fine, it's fine... Fuck!! I reposition as much as I can but all it does is grind me against him even more. Stop fucking moving you're practically dry humping him!! We wait for footsteps to approach and pass, and I let Jeff step out first. I need him to walk in front of me so I can hide this fucking bulge tenting in my jeans. I can feel how red my face is, burning at my cheeks.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I focus, focus hard, straining to hear the sounds as the voices of the two men get closer. I can hear them talking about a recent football match, they get louder and louder, I tense, then they start to fade as they walk on by us. I breath deeply, then suddenly, shockingly I feel something … very stiff … against my right arm, and then all of a sudden, I’m hyper-aware of Jack, crushed up against me. I swallow hard, as I notice the clear, unmistakable feel of Jack’s erection against my arm. It’s so embarrassing, I mean, he’s a young man. When I was a young man, all you had to do is look at me in the right way and I’d get an erection. I'm sure that it was something like that, just one of those things that happened to young men. He probably wasn’t even aware of it. I would not think about it. I would not think about how much I wanted to explore his manhood, how much I wanted to taste it. It was not proper. Not proper at all. Finally the voices passed, and I opened the door, leaving quickly, but silently. Pushing aside the thought of what I’d just felt and how much I wanted to feel more of it.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I lead the way down the corridor, every step made with utmost care, every sense hyper-aware of my surroundings. I stop to listen at every door, straining for any clue about Mason’s whereabouts, well aware of how much danger we were in, and how much that danger increased with every passing moment. Soon, they would miss the guard that Jack killed and we would be out of time. Finally, I came to a door with a window in it, I looked in, and shock hit me like a bucket of ice water. There, on a table, buck naked, lay James Mason. He was in bad shape. He was a big man, heavy, muscled, hairy, much bigger and stronger looking than me. But, his thickly muscled torso was covered with a line of savage gouges, and they were caked with dried blood and another substance… salt, I realized. And he wasn’t moving. I wondered for a fearful moment if he was dead, if he had been broken already. I smoothly opened the door and headed in to check on him. If he was dead.. Then the shit would really hit the fan. I motioned for Jack to keep watch on the door while I checked Mason out.

12:26: Agent_Jack_Young: We exit the closet and I slip in behind Jeff, my dick absolutely throbbing but I have to ignore it. Please say you didn’t feel that, Jeff.. it was just the butt of my gun, that’s it.. I crave to be back in there with him, our bodies pressed together and-- NO, the mission must continue. I follow Jeff through the building, away from the sexual moans of that disgusting monster Derek Steel, and suddenly his body tenses as he approaches a door. I glance through the window with him and there he is. James Mason. The legendary agent, MI6’s absolute best.. Battered and bloodied, and-- is that salt? A sharp sting travels down my spine as a chill overcomes my body. Salt.. I know the burn of that all too well, being rubbed into my wounds. It’s unbearable and cruel. “Fuck..” I whisper to myself, barely audible.

Published: 2021-03-24, viewed 37 times.