grissoms_girl

Gay marriage:

Tue, 08 Dec 2009 07:05:48 GMT

Gay marriage:
1) Being gay is not natural. People always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, liposuction and air conditioning.

2) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.

3) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.

4) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.

5) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Briteny Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.

6) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children.

7) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.

8) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in Britain.

9) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.

10) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans...

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 04:54:48 GMT

TITLE: The Many Uses for a Thermometer

AUTHOR: Jen Isaks

DATE: November 2009

FANDOM: House MD

PAIRING: House/Tritter

CATEGORY: slash

RATING: NC-17

WARNINGS: non

STATUS: Done

ARCHIVE: Baldheaven others ask

FEEDBACK: jenisaks2@hotmail.com

SERIES/SEQUEL: not at this time

OTHER WEBSITES: www.jenisaks.com

DISCLAIMERS: I do not own them some one else does.

SPOILER: House 3.10 and 3.11.

BETA: Beth. thanks for the work.

SUMMERAY: House really like his thermometer :-)

NOTES: Thank you to Beth my # 1 fan for inspire me in the middle of the night ;-). MY VERY FIRST HOUSE FIC!!!!

“The Many Uses for a Thermometer.”

* * * * * *
“What are you doing here?” The man that had entered his office was not someone he’d been expecting to see anytime soon; if at all.

“I’ve wonder why you’d stopped checking my sorry ass!”

“Ah House, you missed me!”

“I brought my thermometer; thought I’d come by and stick it up your ass!”

“You really thought I’d let you stick it to me again?!”

“Nah, but you can’t blame a guy for trying.”

“I’d wonder what your really here for.”

“What my thermometer not good enough for ya – it was good enough for your ass the last time.”

“You seem to be seriously into my ass.”

“Well, it truly was in the interest of medicine.”

“Of course,” Tritter snickered, “or you could just been an ass-guy or maybe just an ass.”

“Oh come on, given our history you’re the ass let’s face it you where begging for someone to give it to ya.”

“I don’t think I’m the one begging for it.” Tritter pushed House up against the wall, pushing into him noticing the interest at half mast; he rubbed against it at a leisure pace.“So you are happy to see me.”

“Guess the feeling is mutual, Tritter.” House rubbed back.

“In your dreams.”

“Pain in my leg tells me it aint no dream.”

“You’re not getting near my ass.”

“Oh well, you can’t really blame a guy for trying, now can you – my thermometer will be very sad.”

Tritter flipped House around to hit face first against the wall. “Maybe it’ll help if we used it on you instead.” Tritter pressed his now fully erect cock against the swell of House’s rounded ass, rubbing the jeans covered crease.

“Does that mean you’re sticking it to me?”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, House.” Tritter rubbed himself against the ass before him with thrusting movements.

Tritter let his hands move lower from their place beside House’s head; to run them along his sides, along his hips to House’s ass to each grabbing a hold off a perfectly rounded cheek; squeezing them hard as he pressed himself even closer rubbing harder, faster. House moaned and leaned into the man behind him.

“Nice, so you missed me kicking your ass around did you now – you need me to kick it –“ Tritter felt more excited and closer to a release he let his hands move around to House’s front to grab the hard evidence; squeezing it in time with his thrusts.

House gasped for breath, moaning and pressing himself shamelessly against Tritter.

“Hmm, of course you would; you a person with an addictive personality you’re just here for another fix – what makes you so sure I’m going to give you a fix?”

“Oh you will, if nothing else to prove a point.”

Tritter chuckled popping the button and eased down House’s zipper. “Hmm, maybe you’re right,” He bit House’s neck as he grabbed the man’s hard leaking cock, jacking him at a faster pace, House moans reached a higher level as he rocked between the hand in front and the hard cock in back.

“Oh God, aren’t you just dying to stick it to me.”

Tritter was close; he knew he was going to lose it before he even got near House’s insides. “You can’t take that kind of dosage after going cold turkey, don’t want you OD’ing on us now would you!”
House was a hair away from blowing – with the hot moist mouth on his neck, the hand moving faster on his cock and the hard cock on his ass.

“So you wanna have me coming – around to get smaller doses at a time?”

“Don’t you think that would be wiser – just to be on the safe side.” With a hard twist of his hand Tritter had House coming hard, spilling his seed over the hand jacking him, Tritter bit down on House’s neck as he came into his pants.

“Tritter, I see your point in small doses this really could kill me.”

House panted as he was turned around Tritter moved his hand to the panting mans mouth.

“You better clean up the evidence real good, wouldn’t want it to be used against you.”

House licked and cleaned every drop of his semen off of Tritter’s hand as he looked on with rapt fascination. As the last drop was licked off, he found his mouth claimed hard getting every nook and cranny thoroughly investigated.

“Guess I better get going before I decide to pop another.” House said while he was fixing his pants and the other man picked up his cane he’d dropped to the floor during their encounter.

“Don’t kid yourself you’re gonna need another fix sooner rather than later.”

“Yeah, but I’ve got a feeling you wouldn’t mind all that much.” House added.

He walked back out the door wearing the biggest shit eating smirk.

For once Tritter didn’t mind, no he didn’t mind at all.

The End

Yay!!!!

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 20:38:33 GMT

I actually wrote "House" slash, I know it's hard to believe I've only watched 2 and a half season so far...

House Slash rec

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 16:57:58 GMT

Way too funny, love it!!

http://deelaundry.livejournal.com/35456.html

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 22:54:56 GMT

TITLE: I should have bought the red corvette; part 2/?

AUTHOR: Jen Isaks

DATE: July 2003

FANDOM: X-files/JAG, this part X-files

PAIRING: Chegwidden/Rabb. inplied Chegwidden/O and more

CATEGORY: slash

RATING: this part NC-17

WARNINGS: non

STATUS: WIP

ARCHIVE: Baldheaven others ask

FEEDBACK: jenisaks@hotmail.com

SERIES/SEQUEL: not at this time

OTHER WEBSITES: www.jenisaks.com

DISCLAIMERS: I do not own them some one else does. Connie Darnell is mine.

SPOILER: x-files every thing up to season 9, for JAG non really.

BETA: Bertie. thanks for the work hun.

SUMMERAY: Walter Skinner is at the crossroad of his life, ready to take a leap.

NOTES: Thank you to Bertie for kicking my ass ;-). To Chad, Neige and Cat for encouragement. JenR for giving me visual inspiration ;-)

Hurray!!! I actually managed to finish this part, for a time it didn’t look too good, hehe.

Part 2/?

Walter stared at the envelope, unable to come up with any comment. He just shook his head, grabbed his things and bolted out the door. Mulder quickly grabbed the envelope and left in hot pursuit of Skinner.

Downstairs he turned in his key and signed out, trying hard to ignore the man beside him, he felt totally numb, his mind still having difficulty in processing what had happened here tonight, what could have happened. My God! Mulder is a prostitute, the thought kept running around in his head. The thought along with the realization was not kind to his smoldering ulcer; damn!

Once outside, they got in a minor argument. Skinner wanted to get a cab. Mulder wouldn’t let him, arguing the least he could do was give him a ride home. Also reminding the other man that they still, in his opinion, needed to talk.

"Get in the fucking car, Walter."

"Hey, don’t use that tone with me, young man! I’m the one giving the orders around here."

"Not any more, Skinner."

It seemed the older man was going to start protesting again but, instead, he opened the door and got into the passenger side; slamming the door. All the way to Crystal City there was not a word uttered. That kept Walter’s thoughts running in high gear. The thought of other men touching Mulder flooded him with a sense of possessiveness. Once in the underground parking lot, Walter left the car followed by his new shadow. Still, in silence when they reached Skinner's apartment and opened the door.

"God, I need a drink."

Walter headed straight for the bar. He pulled out the bourbon, filling a tumbler half full. He downed it in one gulp, grimacing as the liquid burned his throat and gut, and then filled the tumbler again. Behind him he heard the front door shut and Walter turned towards the sound. Mulder stood with his back leaning against the door - a frown on his face.

"Walter, there’s no need for that."

"Mulder, mind your own fucking business, and get the hell out of here."

"I’m not going anywhere till we’ve talked about this."

"There’s not going to be any talking."

"In that case, let’s move this to the bedroom."

Skinner quickly moved into Mulder’s personal space and sneered in his face.

"You think this is funny, don’t you?"

"Walter I..." Mulder stopped, noticing Walter’s gaze, the very pained watery look in the other man's eyes.

"Shit, no... Are you kidding me? You’re about the hottest man walking the earth. Who wouldn’t want to jump your bones?"

Walter looked utterly shocked at his former agent’s outburst.

Mulder, seeing that he wasn’t going to get anywhere with the zoned out man, he made a decision. He sighed, turned around and walked towards the door.

Walter stood motionless as he watched the man of his dreams about to walk out of his apartment, maybe even out of his life for good. Inside, he was screaming for Mulder to stop but was unable to get a word out of his mouth as he struggled with himself to do something. Any moment now he’d be out the door.

When his hand grabbed the knob of the door, he couldn’t help feeling disappointed that Walter was not stopping him. He glanced to his side and set his plan into action. With a sharp turn, he ascended the stairs.

It took a while for the other man to process the unexpected turn of events. What the hell was he doing anyway? Walter ran up the stairs, reaching the top step, he saw Mulder walking in to his bedroom. Walter rounded the door then stopped dead in his tracks.

Mulder was standing in the middle of his bedroom with his back to the door. Grinning to himself, he’d heard his former boss following him up the stairs. Now was the time to get the show on the road. Kicking off his shoes, he let his suit jacket slip slowly from his shoulder down his back, the back of the lapel in one graceful motion ended in his hand. Another smooth motion and it was deposited on a chair, from behind him he heard a sharp in take of breath. Smiling to himself, Mulder took his time unbuttoning his shirt before it went the same way.

Walter was speechless; he wanted to scream for Mulder to stop but at the same time, he wanted him to move faster. Seeing the rippling muscle under the smooth skin, that looked as smooth as a baby’s bottom, had him so hard he thought he’d burst. His fingers itched to touch that skin to confirm what his eyes saw. The sound of a belt unbuckling prompted Walter to speak.

"What are you doing? Mulder I asked you to leave." He berated himself for pointing out that fact.

"I’m not going anywhere. You see, Walter, I was really looking forward to having sex tonight." He informed the other man as he turned around to give him a full view of his body. He slowly ran a hand over a hard nipple, pinching it, before moving it down to his defined abs, where he caressed them in a circular motion. He enjoyed the older man's apparent interest in his movements.

It seemed Walter was holding his breath, as Mulder moved his hand further down, cupping his crouch. Mulder smiled at him through his lowered lashes as he unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He kicked them in the general direction of the chair, without a glance, keeping his eyes on Walter.

Walter was trying very hard not to stare at the tenting boxers. Thinking to himself he’d never imagined that Mulder would be hung like a horse and he could see that he wasn’t even fully erect. That didn’t stop his mouth from watering.

"And damn, I’m going to get it whether I’m getting it by myself or with someone else. It doesn’t matter!!"

With that comment, he let his boxers fall to the floor. Walter had been staring at him wide-eyed now his jaw hit the floor.

"Walt, you can close your mouth now or come here and I’ll fill it with this,"

Mulder said as he stroked his now very stiff member.

Walter gritted his teeth and thought about the financial reports he had to finish to keep from coming in his pants.

Over the years, he had been haunted by one fantastic fantasy after another with Mulder playing the lead role, but this surely outweighed any fantasy. Never in a million years had Walter thought that he would be in a position to see Mulder touch himself like this. God, this was going to give him a heart attack. He wanted to grab him, bite, lick and suck every inch of his body but found that he was rooted in place, unable to move.

The younger man apparently didn’t have that problem. Hypnotized, the older man watched as Mulder moved forward in his direction, only to take a turn and move to the bed where he quickly discarded the dark blue cover. Mulder grabbed a pillow and threw it on the middle of the bed; he then turned and faced Walter, his member doing a bouncing dance. He held the other man's gaze as he sat on the bed, making himself comfortable. He positioned the pillow under his head and he placed his feet at the edge of the bed, giving his former boss the full view of his genitals and ass.

Finding it harder to breathe, Walter had to fight the urge to rub his own throbbing hard on. Damn if it wasn’t the most erotic site he’d ever seen.

Mulder slid his hand down through the light sprinkling of hair on his lower abs. Reaching his crotch, he spread his legs more widely. Then slid one of his hands further down to take a hold of his cock, spreading the precome that was now running freely over his harden length. He gave his cock a few light strokes, teasing himself with feather light touches over the sensitive spot just below the head. His other hand was massaging his lower belly then it too moved further down to cup his heavy balls.

The hard breathing from Walter goaded him on; he opened eyes that he didn’t remember closing. The look in the other man's eyes was so hot, it burned him. He gasped at the sight and thanked his lucky stars that he could elicit this kind of reaction from this big beautiful surly man. He wanted him to come closer, to touch him, suck, lick and fuck him, but he wasn’t moving any closer. It was time to raise the stakes yet again.

He let go of his cock which gained him a disappointed sigh from his onlooker. He then gathered some precome that had deposited itself on his stomach, lifted his balls, offering the full view of his most private part to Walter. He touched his puckered hole with his now lubricated finger, a sharp intake of breath made him smile; he then started to stroke and rub it. He was amazed at the intense feeling, though he had given this very treatment to others, he’d never let anyone near his own backdoor. At this very moment, he was happy that he hadn’t. His cherry was for Walter and no other.

As he rubbed his loosened hole, the urge to touch his now very hard nipples grew close to unbearable, so he let go of his balls to pay them some attention. He slid his hand over his hard sensitive nipples, pinching them; the resulting electrical jolt could be felt all the way to his hole which swallowed his fingertip. He groaned as he felt the tight muscle squeeze against the tip of his finger. Fascinated, he pressed the tip a little harder against his entrance and pinched his nipple harder. The action made his hole swallow his finger.

The new and wonderful yet odd feeling prompted him to press it as far in as it would go. The slide of his finger scraped his prostate, making him convulse with pleasure and lust. He decided that he did indeed like the feel of his finger in his asshole. His cock screamed its need as he started to thrust his finger in the hot velvety canal of his ass. His cock felt like it would explode every time he rubbed against his prostate and his ass seemed to beg for more.

When he couldn’t stand it any longer, he grabbed his cock and jerked it in time with the thrusts of his finger in and out. Harder, then faster, arching off the bed, trying to get the finger deeper inside. Now he wanted to come so bad that he could taste it, without thinking, he added another finger and thrust it hard into his rectum, hitting his prostate in one fluid motion that the combined pain and pleasure made him scream as he came violently. As the muscle clenched tightly around his fingers, he shot his cum all over his stomach and chest. A jet even hit his chin, and as the contractions died down, his fingers slid easily out of his now totally relaxed ass.

Walter had been moaning and groaning in pure ecstasy at the astounding site of Mulder making love to himself. He had almost forgotten his own need. As he shook his head to clear it, he became aware of his hand squeezing his throbbing cock and now his full need hit him full force. All he could care about was his own pleasure and, at that moment, he wanted nothing more than to fuck that pretty pink flesh winking at him. He could care less that this was his former agent Fox Mulder.

Meeting Walter's eyes that burned him to his soul, he realized what he'd just done. A deep crimson color covered his face and he had to quash the urge to cover himself. He couldn’t believe what he had actually done and, from the look on the other man's face, Walter couldn’t either. But that didn’t change the fact that they both were turned on by what Mulder had done. It looked like his former boss, had a major problem on his hands and they were not big enough to cover it fully. Wow, that had to be some weapon.

TBC
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Mon, 19 Oct 2009 22:53:21 GMT

TITLE: I should have bought the red corvett; part 1

AUTHOR: JenIsaks

DATE: Oct. 2001

FANDOM: X-files/JAG

PAIRING: Chegwidden/Rabb. for now ;-) implied Chegwidden/O

CATEGORY: slash, m/m romance and sex

RATING: this part PG to PG-13 going to NC-17

WARNINGS: non

STATUS: WIP

ARCHIVE: Baldheaven others ask

FEEDBACK: jenisaks@hotmail.com

SERIES/SEQUEL:not at this time

OTHER WEBSITES: www.jenisaks.com

DISCLAIMERS: do not own them some one else does. Connie Darnell is mine.

SPOILER: x-files every thing up to season 9 , for JAG non really.

BETA: Nic and Bertie. thanks for the work guys.

SUMMERAY: Walter Skinner is at the crossroad of his life, ready to take a leep.

NOTES: Thank you to Bertie for kicking my ass ;-). To Chad, Neige and Cat for encouragement. JenR for giving me visual inspiration ;-)

"I should have bought the red corvett." part1

Church Falls

Admiral Chegwidden's office

AJ looked out his office window. He was worried about his old friend, Walter Skinner. Maybe he should have been more insistent instead of getting rattled by his friend's confession. After so many years who would have thought it? He sure as hell hadn't seen it coming.

He just couldn't wait to hear how Walter would let it all play out.He stared at the phone. Maybe he should call and see how he was doing. They'd spent some time together this weekend. Since AJ's better half had been out of town, he had taken the opportunity to hangout with Walter. He had not seen his friend for almost six months and had looked forward to catching up.

Turning up at Walter's apartment, AJ had been surprised at the state his friend was in. It was as though all the light had gone out of his eyes. Sure he'd seen his friend at the worst times of his life but this was different. The bone dry loneliness AJ himself knew so well had taken possession and only a shell was left in it's wake.

It hadn't taken AJ long to get to the root of the problem. It seemed that old Walter had been having hidden desires that had begun to show it's - in Walter's opinion, - *ugly* face. AJ still remembered his friend's horrified statement as he revealed his inner most desires.The facts were easy to relay, it was the emotions that were difficult to unveil. To say that Walter had been shocked, when AJ offered his "expertise" in helping him getting acquainted with male lovemaking, was to put it mildly.

He's own admission of his sexuality to Walter months ago had brought the other man's desire to the forefront. AJ had wrongly thought that the foreign glint in Walter's eyes was because of him and his friends unspoken disapproval. It had never occurred to him that it had not been directed at him. AJ sighed to himself as he acknowledged his feelings of guilt. If he'd confronted Walter with his suspicion months ago, he could have helped him before it had gotten to this point. Instead he'd avoided his friend feeling hurt by the believed condemnation. Well it was always easy to look upon a problem in hindsight.

AJ headed for the phone, he'd decided to call another old friend. A friend with whom he hoped Walter would seek help.

"Darnell's Agency may I help you?"

"Yes, could I please speak to Connie?"

"And you are, sir?"

"It's AJ." He was relieved to be put through to the private line.

"Hi AJ, how are you? It's been some time."

"It sure has. I'm fine and you?"

"I'm doing fine, just started dating if you can believe it."

"I'm so happy to hear that."

"So AJ, how can I help you?"

"Oh you're so sure I need help?"

"Yes. Here I was sure you'd never need my services again. What happened to that handsome man of yours?"

"We're still together and I'm retiring in a few months. We're going to live together."

"Don't you forget to invite me to the wedding. If all is well, then what do you need my help for?"

He'd know Connie for years. She hadn't always been in this line of work. Her husband's suicide had prompted her to start the club. Connie had not known or admitted to herself that she was married to a bisexual. An escort he'd had an affair with had ended up blackmailing him. Seeing no way out he had killed himself. The Darnell Agency (or the "Club" among it's members), provided safe male escorts. The screening process was more severe than the background check for an FBI or NSA agent. In principle it matched men that had an equal amount to lose, thereby minimizing the risk of blackmail. All in all it was ideal for high placed officials.

"I never could hide from you could I. I need Will."

"Why?"

"It's not for me but a friend of mine."

"AJ you know I can't promise you, Will. You know he has a lot of rules that need to be met."

"Believe me Connie this guy is right up his alley. Just tell him I'll appreciate this as a personal favour to me."

"But you know Will would like to see this person before making a decision."

"It has to be Will, Connie. It's very important to me. Walter is a very old friend and I can promise you that he's safe, as a matter of fact he's as safe as they come. He's also new at this and very insecure about it, so I don't trust anyone with him but Will. As for looks you can tell him he's almost my twin, that should do it."

"Okay I can promise I'll talk to him, but no more than that."

"Thank you Connie, I'd like to be kept informed on the progress of this mission."

AJ heard his door being opened and someone entered quietly. A smile spread across his face, it could only be his special someone.

"And if it'll help give him my new mobile number he can call anytime."

"Will do. Don't be a stranger handsome."

"Talk to you later." AJ disconnected.

He hadn't put the receiver down before he was enveloped in a warm embrace from behind. AJ sighed in contentment when his lover's soft lips met his neck.

"Welcome back love."

"Did you miss me?"

"Of course I have. Do you even have to ask."

"How did your *boys night out* go?"

"It could have been better."

"What happened? Did he give you a hard time because of me?"

"No, actually it turned out that we have more in common than I thought possible. Harm, I have been doing him an injustice by not confronting him on my suspicions. It seems that not only was he not opposed to me sleeping with a man, in fact, Walter has been interested in sleeping with men for years, but because of his circumstances he hasn't be able to take the ultimate step."

"What did you do?"

"Hell, Harm I couldn't let him down, he's the best friend I have."

"So what did you do?"

"I....I offered myself and my services." He looked pointedly at Harm as he said it.Harm smiled as he said " You know I wouldn't have expected any less from you....So..." He grinned and with a twinkle in his eyes he asked. "Can I watch?"

AJ grinned. "Well, actually I told him that if he wanted it I could ask you to do the honour."

"You what!"

"You can take it easy he said there was no way he could do that."

"Why? What's wrong with me am I losing my appeal or some thing?"

"No he thought it would be really awkward for him. I referred him to Connie, that was her on the phone. I asked her to make sure Walter was well cared for...I asked her to set him up with Will."

"You think setting him up with a prostitute is wise? I mean having sex for money is kinda cold. I think he needs some warmth and a lot of TLC. I think I'm looking like a better candidate by the minute. He is so much like you I could do it."

"Oh yeah, it'll really boost his confidence have you scream out my name in the heat of passion."

"Admit it you just don't want me to sleep with him after all. So Will it is, what's with that guy anyway? "

"Will is different."

"How?"

"Well, he didn't do it for the money, he did it for the sex for one thing, got a real kick out of playing *prostitute* and this way was some how safe for him. He's a very caring man, in some way I felt very ... Loved when I was with him."

"Loved! Should I be jealous AJ?"

"Actually no. Will does have a special place in my heart, after all he was the first man I've been with. But he also made me realize my feelings for you, he made me acknowledge them. Hell he even told me how to seduce you!"

"Maybe Will can do the same for Walter."

"I doubt that, but even if he did it wouldn't do any good. At least he'll be able to keep Walter from going out of his mind."

"How come?"

"That's a long story I'll have to tell you another time. You'd better get out of here before people start talking." He turned in Harm's arms and smiled into his lover's face. AJ leaned in closer nibbling the younger man's lower lip, sucking it into his mouth and biting it gently before slipping his tongue into a waiting hot wet cave meeting it's counterpart. The kiss ended all to soon.

"We can't have that, Harm, at least not yet."

"I know only two months to go."

"Yes and I almost can't wait."

"Are you sure you'll be able to stand retirement? And not bore yourself to death?"

"With you in my bed! Never, I'll need the days to get some much needed rest."

"You bet! We're still on for tonight, right?"

"We sure are." AJ leaned in for a quick kiss. "Now get out of here, you've got work to do young man." He growled trying to sound and look stern, unsuccessfully in quelling the twinkle in his eyes.

"I love you, Harm."

"Love you too big guy. See you later."

"You can count on it Cmdr."

Before Harm left the office, he turned and flashed his flyboy smile in his lover's direction. Well knowing what that smile would do to AJ.

"Oh Boy! AJ you're in big trouble, two months is going to be a long, long time."

He said out loud to an empty office. As he looked down to his tenting dress pants.

* * * * *

The Edgar Hoover Building

AD Skinner's office.

Walter was sitting behind his desk lost in his thoughts, as he turned a card in his hand.

// So what are you gonna do old man?// He sighed to himself, thinking of his old Vietnam buddy that had given him the card. Maybe he should take AJ up on his offer and get rid of the card.

"If you don't want to use the card Walter, I'd be happy to help you out, just call me, okay buddy?" AJ had said.

With a gentle pat on his back he'd left Walter's apartment last weekend. Ever since, chaotic thoughts had gone through Walter's mind and it looked like it wasn't going to let up soon. What was a man to do? What had prompted this in the first place? Boredom! Well that was a big part of it. Work had been his whole life and that was quickly running out in the sand. It was just not the same now Krycek was dead and no longer a threat. No consortium to hide from. Scully had the baby and was on leave. Dogget was running the x-files in his own sceptic way, Kersh, his boss from hell was getting on his nerves. And no Mulder to spice up his days, no one knew what happened to him, he'd just packed up one day and was gone. Everything was more or less gone. Maybe he should do as Mulder, pick up a bag and just leave.

"Yeah!"

He said out loud to himself. Then sighed to himself as he realized that he really had no where to go. He also had nothing to lose anymore, nothing left to stop his pursuit if not of happiness then at least fulfilment of his long buried desire.

"So maybe it is time to take a chance. Yes let's do it!"

Walter picked up the phone and hesitated for just a second. With a quick look at the card he dialled the number. The phone rang on the other end a couple of times. Walter was about to give into the urge to hang up when it was answered by a soft spoken woman.

"Darnell's male escort service. May I help you?"

"Ahh...Yes you may, miss." Silently wishing that his voice would stop braking so he didn't sound so pathetic. "Ah... I was wondering if I could have an escort this up coming weekend?"

"Yes sir, that could be arranged. I need a name and credit card number. And your preferences."

"Well, I was told I could be anonymous, but if I was wrongly informed I'm sorry for taking up your time miss."

"Oh yes, you can but I'll need a reference then , the name of the referral and the code sir."

"Chegwidden and the code is Chemistry."

" What do you want to call yourself sir?"

"Just Walt."

"Okay Walt, this is how it works. Why don't you tell me what you expect and call me back on this number again tomorrow after noon. I'll have your references checked by then. You need to let me know what hotel you're staying at. For how long will you need the service?"

"The whole evening and night."

"That will be $3000 cash. Leave it at the Hotel desk in an envelope and be sure to leave a note as well with the room number, Okay? When the amount has been confirmed your companion for the night will arrive."

"Thank you, miss."

"You're very welcome. Now tell me, sir, what you're looking for."

Walter had quickly given the information, his face had turned a deep crimson and to his horror he'd stuttered a little when the lady behind the phone, had zoned in on the fact that this was his first time in more ways than one. Now all he had to do was find a hotel room and not just any one, the service requested a four or five star Hotel for some odd reason.

* * * * *

Saturday Night

Sheraton Hotel; Washington DC.

Walter was pacing, in fact he'd been pacing for a good half hour now.

"I can't do this. Shit maybe I should have taken AJ up on his offer...Maybe I still can."

Walter picked up the receiver only to put it down again. Recommencing his pacing.

"Oh no I can't do this."

Again he headed for the bedside table to the phone. Before he could get there, a knock sounded on the door. Being in a hurry to get it over with, he tripped over his feet and slammed into the wall. Walter cursed all the way to the door while he massaged his sore shoulder. The trepidation was now replaced with irritation and some anger at himself for acting so out of character. Hell, he was an ex-marine and an AD of the FBI he could take this. No-one and nothing was going to rattle him. With that thought in mind he jacked open the door and his resolve fell to the floor.

"Shit what are you doing here?" His bark soon deflated.

"I guess you're not too happy to see me."

Walter had frozen for a moment, he then shook himself and looked into the hallway noting no one else was around. He grabbed the other man by his shirt and hauled him inside the room, kicking the door shut behind him.

For a moment they just stood there looking at each other. Walter was the first to break the silence.

"So how are you doing? It's been a while."

"I'm doing okay and you?"

"I'm good." There was another moment of silence." Well, it's been nice seeing you but ... ah...I really need to go."

Walter was nervously eyeing the time, the escort could get here any minute. He desperately needed to end this conversation, hell he could use this opportunity to get out of this damn situation he'd put himself in. They could go to the bar downstairs and have a drink. Walter was interrupted before he could ask.

"Walter relax you were suppose to expect me."

"I was?"

Now he was really confused, his desperate mind was screaming at him to get the hell out of there, and it seemed to take up all of his thinking capability. Now there was nothing left to process what the other man was saying.

"Why don't we go down stairs and have a drink on me, huh?"

He grabbed the others arm forcefully in his eagerness to get out of the room that was closing in on him fast. The resulting yelp didn't deter him, if he heard it at all.

"Walt!! Stop it!" The arm was reclaimed by its owner. "Get a grip Walt. Don't you get it? I'm the one!"

"The one?" Confusion was still evident in the AD's eyes.

"Yes, Darnell sent me!"

"Darnell?"

"Darnell's agency sent me here to fuck you Walter."

"What the hell are you talking about? Is this some sort of sick joke?"

"No this is not...." He was rudely cut off.

"Shit! How the hell did you find me here anyway?" Walter was getting really angry. "Did you spy on me? Well did you, Mulder?"

"No I didn't Darnell really did send me."

Walter was now staring at Mulder in disbelief.

"Please tell me you're pulling my leg."

The younger man pulled out an envelope and threw it on the table.

Walter recognized the envelope as the one he'd left at the desk downstairs.

to be continued.....

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 22:50:46 GMT

TITLE: Strange Infatuation , part 1

AUTHOR: JenIsaks and Cat

DATE: April 2002

FANDOM: JAG

PAIRING: AJ/Harm/Meg, AJ/Harm

CATEGORY: Slash, threesome

RATING: going to NC-17

WARNINGS: men having sex with men, two men having sex with a woman :)

STATUS: WIP

ARCHIVE:Yes, to Bald Heaven others ask

FEEDBACK: yes, to JenIsaks : jenisaks@hotmail.com and Cat: cat2014@web.de

SERIES/SEQUEL: not at this time

OTHER WEBSITES: JenIsaks : www.jenisaks.com and for Cat : http://traceyneedham.homestead.com/

DISCLAIMERS: We don't own them, someone else does, we just like to play with them.

SPOILER: Season 1 maybe more don't really know, like this would ever happen in the first place ;)

BETA: Bertie and thank you for the work

SUMMERAY: AJ and Harm, goes to a convention and runs into an old friend.

STRANGE INFATUATION

The Admiral entered the ballroom; the Commander stepped up beside him. They both looked around the room, to see if there was anyone they knew. AJ was pleased that they’d had a valid excuse for not being there sooner, he couldn’t have been more ecstatic to have had their latest case drawn out making them miss the better of the day. These conventions always bored him to death.

"Sir, doesn’t it strike you strange that there aren’t that many women here, I mean this convention on gay’s in the military doesn’t just apply to men. Weren’t we supposed to formulate the military’s new take on gay relationships?"

"Of course not, Commander! Brass knows women are more sympathetic to this cause, seems they want to keep the status Quo and making damn sure of it."

"Well, Sir if I may ask? Then what’s the point in using large funds for this convention?"

"Politics, politics, Commander. They want the military to look good, that’s why."

The Admiral was looking straight at the Cmdr. "I’d say we go find the buffet that way we would at least get something out of a spoiled weekend, wouldn’t you say, Rabb?"

"Ay, ay Sir."

Heading for the buffet´ line AJ stopped and nudged the younger man his side.

"Cmdr, look over there, isn’t that Lt Austin?" Admiral Chegwidden asked his co-worker.

Harm glanced in the direction his CO indicated. Indeed he was right. Lt. Meg Austin was standing in the middle of the ballroom, in deep conversation with a senior officer. As she turned and looked at Harm, the sun outside broke through the clouds for just a moment, illuminating the Lt. making her hair shine like gold. The sight of his former partner left Harm a little breathless, she looked stunning. He hadn’t seen Meg since her last day of work. Often enough he had wondered what had happened to her, why she’d walked out on him? Why hadn’t she told him she was leaving? One day she was just gone. Harm shook himself from his reverie only to find the Admiral looking closely at him, suddenly very uncomfortably aware of his CO’s ability to read him. Harm tried very hard to appear indifferent to Meg being there.

"Yes, sir, it sure looks like it."

AJ wasn’t fooled for a second, although he did try to repress his knowing grin so he wouldn't humiliate the Cmdr too much.

"Well Cmdr. Why don’t you go over there and say hello? I’m getting some food before I starve to death. I’ll join you when I’d had my fill." Harm gracefully stood at attention as the Admiral took his leave. Harm swallowed and walked over to his former partner. "Lt. Austin?" he asked and interrupted her mid-sentence.

"Actually, that's Lt-Cmdr now. Nice to see you, Cmdr. Rabb." She smiled at him.

He smiled back and quickly kissed her cheek. "Congrats, Meg."

She blushed. "Thank you, Harm." Then she remembered that she wasn't alone. "Oh, let me introduce you." She turned towards the blond man who was curiously watching their reunion. "This is Cmdr. Harm Rabb, my former partner from JAG." Then she turned around again. "And this is Captain Chester Dawn, my current CO."

The two men shook hands and exchanged friendly 'Nice to meet you' while they eyed each other suspiciously, wondering if the others relationship with the tall blonde beauty at their side was really just a professional one. With the way his junior officer and this Commander Rabb were looking at each other, he decided that he should leave. "Oh, I think I just saw Lt. Radenbaugh. I have to ask her something, please excuse me." With that he smiled at Meg once more and went away.

"Well..."

"Well..."

Harm and Meg spoke up at the same time and exchanged smiles again.

"Your new partner?" Harm asked, referring to the Captain.

"No. Uhm, actually Lt. Radenbaugh is my new partner. In the beginning it was pretty weird because I'm the senior officer this time. But I got used to it soon enough, and we get along great. She's like my little sister. How about you? Got a new partner?"

"Yeah, a jarhead. Can you believe that? They partnered me up with a marine."

"Oh my. How bad is it?" They were joking.

"Well, she's not that bad."

"She, huh?" Meg grinned, trying to conceal that she was wondering if they were more than partners.

"Yeah, we're like brother and sister. Fight a lot and all that."

"I see. How's Bud doing?"

"Oh he's great, got married, has a kid."

"Bud? Really, that's great." She chuckled slightly.

"Hey Meg, you look great. You haven't changed at all." He was admiring her light blue sheath since he saw her. It was long and had tiny glittering highlights. He had noticed that it matched her eyes perfectly. But what he liked most was that it clung to her body as if she'd been poured into it. It had spaghetti-straps and a split on the right side that almost reached to her hips. He loved what he could see of her long legs due to that, but the deeply plunging neckline and the fact that it was practically backless and revealed enough cleavage so he had to concentrate on remembering to breathe. During all of the time that he knew her he had always thought that she was sexy, but this dress was the top of it all. She had never looked sexier before.

AJ was standing across the room sampling some smoked salmon; all the while he had his eyes on the two of them. He had been cursing the damp weather, wishing he was back home on his couch in his sweats reading. // Hell!! I forgot my book and I have to share with Rabb. God Damn, then I have to talk to him, Shit. Now if I was too share with the lovely Lt-Cmdr. that would be something altogether different.// Leaving his plate at a near by table, he moved to join them.

"Thank you. You look quite good yourself." She noticed that they weren't alone anymore. "Admiral Chegwidden, it's a pleasure to meet you again." She couldn't decide who of either man looked better in their Dress Whites. But she had to admit that Dress Whites and Golden Wings had never left her cold. Especially when Harm was wearing them her whole being was flushed with desire.

"Likewise, Lt-Cmdr. You’re looking stunning as always."

"Thank you Admiral. I could say the same for you, sir." AJ was bathing himself in the admiring look from the younger woman. Leaning in a little closer to the Lt-Cmdr, as he flashed a brilliant smile, he couldn’t help his flirtatious reply.

"Could? Does that mean you won’t?" The air between them suddenly hotter, the Admiral retreated a little.

"Not at all, not at all, sir." Meg blushed. She hadn't expected that her former CO would flirt with her because he hadn't ever done that. Maybe because she had worked under him back then, and with all the rules and regulations, he couldn't take that risk. She slightly bit her lower lip and smiled. But she had noticed that sometimes he looked at her in an admiring, maybe even, longing way. Like now. She slowly closed her eyes for an instant and smiled some more at the same time.

The band started to play a slow song. "May I have this dance?" the admiral asked her and wondered why he hadn't noticed her sooner. She wasn't just the tallest but as well the by far most attractive woman in the room.

"I'd love to." Meg smiled, slipped her glass of champagne into Harm's hand and let the Admiral lead her away to the dance floor.

Harm was baffled. *Are they actually flirting?* He thought. He felt jealousy building up inside of him yet at the same time, he was actually enjoying this exchange and wondered if now that Meg wasn't in the same chain of command anymore, the admiral would go further than flirting. And how would Meg react? But he couldn't even answer this question for himself. On the one hand he was certain that he would try everything to seduce her. She was the woman of his dreams. But on the other hand, there was something that kept him from that. Something that he hadn't felt with any other woman. He was afraid of her turning him down. Of course they had always been flirting. But it never got further. He had never told her how he felt because he knew that her feelings for him weren't the same. And he even got that proved when one day she was just gone. Now that he saw this playful bantering between her and the Admiral, he wondered if it was possible that she had left because she had a thing for their CO. No, he would have noticed that. She might be attracted to him, after all Admiral Chegwidden was a good-looking man. He himself had noticed that he was attractive. For women, of course, not that he'd be attracted to him. He remembered what convention they were attending here. *Ok, so some men are attracted to him as well. Not that there's anything wrong with that. But I'm not one of them.* His mind focused on the dance floor. Meg and AJ looked great together he had to admit. *What's she doing here anyway? I'll have to ask her if she's stationed in Pearl now, or if she just came for the convention. Just came for the convention? Oh god, what is Meg doing here?* His train of thought was stopped as AJ and Meg returned.

"Where did you learn to dance like that, sir?" Meg was curious; she had seldom met men who danced as if they learned it from Fred Astaire.

"Seal training." The Admiral grinned back at her. "How about you?"

"My mom taught me. She and dad used to dance a lot." She wanted to take her glass from Harm again and almost had to pull it out of his hands. That was when she noticed that he was practically staring her down.

"So Meg, why are you here? This doesn't seem like it's the kind of convention you would attend."

"Oh, what makes you say that? Like you would know."

A blonde woman walked by, Meg grabbed her by the arm and held onto her.

"Hey Harm, remember what I told you about my new partner? Lt. Jody Radenbaugh." She looked at her with an adoring smile. "Jody, this is Commander Harm Rabb, my ex-partner."

"Lt. Radenburg, nice to meet you." Harm eyed the young woman. So this was her new partner, a pretty one at that.

*I don't think I like the way Meg is looking at her Whoa! Maybe? Nah couldn't, it just couldn't...*

Then the young woman whispered something into Meg's ear. Both of them giggled sheepishly as if they were having a secret.

Meg looked at Harm sweetly. *I know exactly what you're thinking now my dear Harm, and I'm enjoying to keep you wondering.* "Would you excuse us a minute?" Meg and Jody walked to the ladies room, arms still hooked.

Harm had an unnerving feeling in his stomach, for a moment he thought he would be sick. Thank God he hadn't made it to the buffet yet. AJ was standing at an angle from the three of them which gave him a great view of the situation. He couldn't help chuckling to himself.

It looked like Meg had one upped Harm, but AJ saw it for what is was.

Not that he would say anything; he thought Harm needed to be taken down a peg.

Harm walked over to his CO. "Did you see that?" He nodded in the direction of the restroom where the women had just disappeared.

"Yes, it looks like we're both out of luck, Cmdr." Inwardly Chegwidden was screaming with laughter, while outwardly he still kept his surly demeanor.

"No. I mean, no, do you really think, I mean *MEG*? Don't tell me you actually think it's possible that she's, you know, one of them?" Harm frowned; he couldn't believe that he could have developed a crush on a lesbian woman."Well, is that all you have to say? Doesn't it bother you, sir?"

"Why should it, Cmdr? Its most men's favorite fantasy." AJ sent the Cmdr. a neutral look. "Two women together making love...It's a beautiful thing, wouldn't you say, Cmdr?" AJ wasn't sure how long he could keep this up; he felt his face would crack at any moment. But it was too much fun, so he couldn't stop now.

Harm grinned a little. It wasn't as if he had never seen cheap porn, jerking himself off, watching exactly that. But Meg? Lt-Cmdr Meg Austin? JAG, US NAVY? Never! "Well sir, but this is MEG I mean, our Meg."

"Our Meg, Cmdr?"

AJ had a teasing glint in his eye he couldn't quite hide.

Harm blushed slightly. "Oh jeez, you know what I mean, she worked with us."

"Really!?" The Admiral looked Harm straight in the eye, raising his eyebrows to the hairline that wasn't there.

"Cmdr, don't you wonder 'Hmh, why am I so small now?' Huh?" AJ couldn't help beating the younger man that should keep that flyboy grin down, at least for now.

At that moment Meg left the ladies room again. Alone. As AJ and Harm could observe from their position, she walked straight up to them again. "How do you guys feel about some fresh air? This place has a really nice garden." She completely ignored the fact that Harm looked at her as if her skin was green and AJ seemed to have a pleasant time due to his co-workers behavior.

Meeting her former boss's eyes, she knew right away he had seen through her little deception, and he'd had a little fun on Harm's expense. That didn't bother her in the least. It was kind of nice to have a co-conspirator.

"Ohhhh, I just saw somebody I'd like you to meet Harm, c'mon." She dragged him away.

AJ knew she was up to something, so he followed them at Meg's silent invitation.

Meg walked up to an older woman; Harm put her at an age a little older than his mother. He wondered who she was just as the thought passed. Meg introduced them. "Hello, Dr. Berk, I'm Lt. Cmdr Meg Austin and this is my old partner Cmdr. Harmon Rabb. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Dr, but I had the pleasure of attending you're workshop this afternoon. It was really educational. And Cmdr. Rabb here would very much like you to fill him in, so to speak. Would you be so kind, it's so much better when it comes from a knowledgeable person like yourself, Dr. Berk." Meg gave the doctor the most charming smile she could muster with out breaking down in hysterical laughter.

"Of course it would be my pleasure, Lt. Cmdr." The older woman smiled back at Meg and then turned her full attention to Harm. "Cmdr. Rabb, I'm so pleased that you have taken an interest in this subject. " Harm had a nauseating feeling he wasn't going to like this one bit. There was no way he could get out of this in a polite way so he put on his best flyboy grin.

Meg smiled. "That's so kind of you, Doctor. Harm here is a little shy, even when it doesn't seem that way, but as somebody who knows him very well, let me tell you that he's anxious to hear everything and he's very thankful that you're going to give him a detailed explanation."

"I'm only happy that you'll take the time, to enlighten me, Dr.Berk, but if you rather not..."

"Oh nonsense, it really is my pleasure, we doctors love talking shop. Now what is it you wanted to know?"

"Oh, I think he's curious about everything," AJ answered, not exactly knowing what was coming now, but from Meg's grin, this would be hilarious.

"Ahhh, well I ... why don't you give me the overall view, doctor." Harm was rattled, there was no way out. He felt like bolting but his CO was standing right behind him, and he wouldn't be able to get away without making a complete fool out of himself. When the doctor started talking he desperately wished he had.

TBC
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Mon, 19 Oct 2009 22:48:12 GMT

TITLE: Fire in the hole

AUTHOR: JenIsaks

DATE: Sep. 2001

FANDOM: JAG

PAIRING: None as of yet

CATEGORY: posible mm, mmf or mf smut

RATING: PG going onto NC-17

WARNINGS: none

STATUS: WIP

ARCHIVE:Bald Heaven others just ask.

FEEDBACK:jenisaks@hotmail.com

SERIES/SEQUEL: not at this time

OTHER WEBSITES: www.jenisaks.com

DISCLAIMERS: Not mine I just play with them

SPOILER: none

BETA:Bertie thanks hun...

SUMMERAY: Harm and Meg have a little talk,

NOTES:This is an rant that came out when I was talking to Cat, she's a Harm/Meg shipper, anyways I was trying to get a mf smut fic out of it but I just can't do it. All i can think of is mm slash, just can't help myself I'm a slasher by nature so I def have to write a mm slashy ending.

"Fire in the hole."

.ooOOoo.

"Harm, you smuck, you better do something about this or you'll regret it."

"What are you talking about, Meg?"

"I'm talking about this *thing* between us."

"What *thing*, Meg?"

"This attraction to me."

"Meg, have you been drinking?"

"Of course not!!"

"Are you sure?"

"What is wrong with *you*, Harm?"

"Wrong with *me*?"

"Yeah, *you*!"

"I haven't done anything!"

"That's the fucking problem!!"

"What ever do you mean?"

"Harm, are you for *real*?"

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about!"

"*SEX* !!!Does that spell it out for you ?? Or do you need *help*!"

"*Help*, Meg?! You're the one needing help!"

"Shut up and do it already!"

"What?!"

"So help me God, if you don't fuck me right now, I'll scream!"

"Woah, Meg! I can't do that!"

"Why the hell not?"

"Because... because ... just because."

"What is that suppose to mean?"

"I can't!"

"Why?"

"I just can't!"

"If you don't tell me right now, I'll *shoot* you!"

"I'm sorry but I kinda..."

"You kinda what?"

"Well I like someone..."

"Oh yeah, well I'll bet she'll never be as good as me."

"Ahhh...."

"Tell me who the hell is it anyway!"

"Aaaaa"

"You're going to tell me, so help you God."

"Well it's kinda....well the person doesn't know ...I haven't told any one."

"So, give."

"Well I don't know if I should."

"Of course you should, Harm."

"Well okay I'm in love with..."

"Who??"

"Chegwidden!"

"What! Are you out of your mind?"

"Apparently, I can't help it !! He's way too hot."

"Yeah, well you're right about that, Harm. But I'll bet he wants me more that you."

"Oh yeah? Well I don't think so."

"I'll bet he will, what are you prepared to wager?"

"Oh I don't know!"

"There's not much you know, Harm!"

"I..I..."

"Tell you what... if I win, you'll fuck me and forget about him."

"Oh I don't know if I can do that."

"Sure you can! Come on now. Let's go see the Admiral right now!"

"Right now!"

"Yes, come on."

"But...but what will we tell him?"

"The truth."

"Oh no we won't."

"Tell him, we will."

Meg didn't even knock on the door but barged right in, dragging Harm along by his tie.

The Admiral was talking with his yeoman, he looked up with surprise as his two subordinates barged in. Meg was in a rage, casting her evil eye one the poor yeoman saying to him.

"Would you mind leaving, and close the damn door behind you." Wasn't as much a suggestion, more of an order.

The yeoman, practically in tears, didn't even look at the Admiral, he just bolted and slammed the door on his way out.

" Lt Austin would you mind telling me what the *hell* is going on?"

"I sure would, sir!"

"I'm waiting Lt."

"Yessir, would you mind telling me whom, is the most attractive, sir?"

"Lt Austin what do you mean!"

"I mean whom of the two of us do you find the most attractive, sir?"

The Admiral had the look of utter raw surprise, eyeing them the two of them. Meg looked like she was very serious. At first AJ thought he'd been the object of a prank, but it didn't look that way. He then turned to Harm, the younger man was finding his shoes very interesting since he was looking at them like they had grown wings. and he was about to fly away to wherever his mind was, because he didn't seem present.

"I think you two better explain your selves."

By now, AJ was feeling an unease creeping up on him, this was very strange behavior. He was not quite sure how to take this. Right now, he was growing more and more suspicious of the two of them.

//Was he smelling a rat?//

AJ moved to his chair and sat down, leaning back, he folded his arms over his chest. he looked straight at them not showing the slightest hint of emotion.

//If this was some kind of joke he sure as hell wasn't going to fall for it.//

What came next took the Admiral totally by surprise, and his surly demeanor faltered for a moment when the young Lt asked.

"Uh sir, whom do you want to fuck more? Him or me?"

"Lt are you out of your mind!"

"No sir."

"What the hell is this?"

"Sir, if I may..."

"You may not Lt."

He turned to Rabb, who was still staring at his shoes.

"Lt-Cmdr you seem awfully quiet, would you care to explain what kind of a sick joke this is."

The words was hissed through clenched teeth. Harm didn't dare look the Admiral in the eye, his inner thoughts were set on chanting repeatedly, "Ohmygodohmygod.........",with a brief look in the other man's direction it turned to, "Thisisnothappeningthisisnot......." Since the Admiral couldn't get more out of the two, he decided to take charge.

//They are not fooling me, I can beat them at their own game anytime!//

"I see."

"So, you two, in a fit of insanity, wants me to choose between you. Who is the better. Did I get that right Lt-Cmdr Rabb?" the Admiral barked, making them jump a little."Well, you know, how can I possibly know in advance."

Harms head shout up at the comment he thought he'd faint , was this an admission to the Admiral's interest in male lovers? Did he have any hope. AJ was grinning inwardly, Harm was staring at him with wide eyes and Meg's jaw fell to the floor.

//Okay, this is the time to play a little, they have been yanking my chain for some time now and now the table will turn.//

"I can't answer your question, Lt," AJ looked pointedly at Meg the turned to Harm, "Lt-Cmdr." At this time he let his evil grin show on his face, the resulting stereo sound of intakes of breath broadened his grin - it was now plastered from ear to ear.

.ooOOoo.

to be continued....

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Mon, 19 Oct 2009 07:23:20 GMT

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TITLE: To Sir, with Love
AUTHOR: JenIsaks
DATE: Dec. 2001
FANDOM: JAG
PAIRING: Chegwidden/Tiner
CATEGORY: Slash, light m/m action and attraction, Major Angst.
RATING: PG-13 or R.
WARNINGS: Tiner fans might not wanna read this. Tissue alert.

STATUS: finished
ARCHIVE: yes to Bald Heaven, others ask.
FEEDBACK: No flames please I couldn't help it.....
Chegwiddenlover@hotmail.com or jenisaks@hotmail.com
SERIES/SEQUEL: NO there will not be a sequel
OTHER WEBSITES: Keeper of Bald Heaven, http://www.BaldHeaven.org
DISCLAIMERS: Don't own them, just wanna play with them.
SPOILER: non, maybe the one were Chegwidden defends Gunny on Gay bashing, but only because of AJ's knowledge of his brothers existence.
BETA: Lynda's first try, you did well, thanks hun.

SUMMERY: AJ handles a situation very badly and it has devastating
consequences.

NOTES: Don't ask why -some one once told me this pairing was
incestous maybe that's why it had to be this way- I don't know I just
sobbed my heart out as I wrote it. This is the first story I ever
wrote backwards.

"To Sir,with Love."

Monday morning
AJ Chegwidden's Office

Coming into his office, AJ sat down behind his desk with a heartfelt sigh.

"Little man, I'm not going to let you do this, you damn well better talk to me.," he muttered to himself.

As he lifted the receiver off the phone his eyes fell upon an envelope on his otherwise empty desk. Almost detached he watched his shaking hand reach for it. Yet again his soul was flooded with an eerie feeling.

Don't open it!! If you don't open it every thing will be okay. Just don't open it....

* * * * * *

Two days earlier.

"Tiner, what are you doing here?"

When AJ had answered the door Tiner was the last person he had expected to find behind it. He was totally surprised, which he was sure must have shown on his face - since he was just standing there dumbfounded.

"May I come in, Sir?"

"Yeah, sure." AJ had to shake himself from the thoughts that were running through his mind - as to what the hell his yeoman wanted with him so badly that he would come to his house on a Saturday morning. Meeting the young man's eyes he saw the slight grin gracing Jason's features. He then realized that he was still blocking the doorway. AJ
moved to the side as he said, "Sorry Tiner, come on in."

Tiner moved to the center of the Admiral's sitting room, standing there as if he was not sure what to do with himself. AJ had now collected himself and as he watched his yeoman's posture he became very alert to the fact that something was definitely off.

"So Tiner, what did you need me for?"

The comment had the young man blushing bright red and that puzzled the Admiral even more.

What the *hell* is going on here?

"Tiner?"

"Ah.... Sorry Sir, I came to give you this, sir." Tiner reached out his hand to hand him an envelope - which he now only just noted Jason had in his hand.

AJ, you must be getting old.

"What is this son?" AJ asked.

Tiner didn't answer, just gestured with the hand -holding the envelope- for AJ to take it. For some reason the hair on his neck was standing on it's end and a minute shiver ran down his spine. Reading the letter he had to do a double take, then the anger shoot through him.

"What the *Hell*...." AJ's eyes shot up to look at the younger man who was refusing to meet his eyes. His anger subsided replaced by sadness., "You mind telling me what the hell this is *Tiner*?" he asked softly.

"My letter of resignation, Sir."

"But why?"

"I'm sorry Sir. Please don't ask me why -just accept it. Please, Sir."

"Son I can't do that. Talk to me please. I don't understand why you're doing this."

"Because I can't stand to work with you any more Sir,." Jason calmly informed his CO. He then turned to leave.

The comment stabbed AJ's heart and left him gut-punched-breathless. He'd never thought that this young man could hurt him this much.

"Dammit Tiner! If you think for one moment I'll let you walk out that door with out a damn good explanation you're sorely mistaken, Son!!" AJ was shouting now. His out burst hadn't stopped the young man - in fact it had speeded up his departure. AJ moved with the speed of light as he slammed shut the door that the other man had started to open a second before. Tiner whirled around facing him.

"SON!? Could you can it Sir!! I'm *NOT* your fucking *SON*!! I don't want to be your son *DAMMIT*!! " Tiner screamed into his face in desperate anger -he then started to shake with the effort to get more words out -giving up- he grabbed the shocked man before him and kissed him hard on the mouth.

AJ gasped with utter surprise and Jason used the opportunity to plunge his tongue into his mouth. While Tiner ravished his mouth AJ felt like he was falling off a cliff. He wrapped his arms around the other man trying to stay grounded. He didn't realize he was returning the kiss -nor that he was leaning into the embrace. When he felt the hard evidence of the young man's arousal pressed against his hip he jerked back in panic - horrified at his own straining need.

Now AJ was the one fighting to get words passed his lips, his heart was beating so fast he thought he'd pass out. He was just standing there with his head shaking in denial.

With glassy eyes, Tiner watched the facial expression of the man of his dreams - thinking his worst fears was now a reality- it was not the look he'd want on the face of the man he loved. He had to get out of there before he broke down, he could not allow AJ to witness that. There was no response from AJ, so he finished this God damn mess.

"There you go, Sir. I thought I couldn't keep working with you -that I couldn't live with you so close to me -loving you and not touching you. I was wrong, Sir. What I couldn't live with was the possibility of seeing the disgust in your eyes that I see right now. Goodbye AJ."

It took a moment for AJ to snap out off it, and follow Jason out of the door. By the time he reached him, Tiner was already behind the wheel crying his eyes out, starting the car. The pounding on the window and the orders from AJ -that he get his ass back in the house so they could talk- didn't stop him from driving away.

"Come back here Tiner... That's an order!!" AJ screamed running after the car almost losing his footing when his bare feet hit the thick patch of sleet in the middle of the road.

* * * * * *

Monday morning
JAG HQ

Stepping into the elevator, AJ felt dead on his feet. He knew he looked like shit and he couldn't care less. He'd been trying every thing to get a hold of Jason - he lost count of how many times he'd left messages on that damn answering machine. They had started out as gruff orders and ended as pleas "Jason call me please. If you don't I'll come over and break down the damn door." He had driven through heavy snow to Jason's home - but there was no one home. The apartment was dark with no sign of life.

On Sunday he couldn't take it any more so he called Jason's brother., He thought that if he didn't tell him who he was he'd get better results. Jason's brother, sounding tired, had told AJ he didn't know where he could find him. AJ had put down the phone before the man on the other end could start asking questions he didn't want to answer. For some reason he couldn't get a hold of Jason's parents -he'd called them when he had finally become desperate enough on Sunday evening.

The horrifying feeling of loss followed him around - now he feared walking into his own office. AJ knew that Jason, honorable as he is, would honor his contract and the term of notice. Funny how Tiner kept turning into Jason in his mind. What the hell was he going to say to him?

Fuck it!! I'll just get him in the office and hug him, then see what happens.

AJ Chegwidden stepped out of the elevator, bellowing his usual `As you were' and walking faster than normal through the bullpen, totally oblivious off the horde of red-rimmed eyes following him all the way to his office - even the sobs from Ensign Simms' shaking body went unnoted.

He couldn't help feeling disappointed when he found the outer office empty. Passing Tiner's desk, -there was no sign that his yeoman had come in yet - AJ felt the sadness creep up on him, forming a lump in his throat - he had to swallow hard to get rid of it. He didn't desert me did he? No he wouldn't do that.

But something inside AJ was screaming in agony -ignoring it, he entered his office.

Now seated at his desk, AJ was holding on to a letter -he recognized the handwriting- he couldn't read it and he couldn't NOT read it. His brain was still screaming at him to leave it alone- that something didn't feel right.

Hell AJ, pull yourself together. If he wants to leave you can't force him to stay. I can try and talk him out of it and I will.

As he read the letter every thing seemed to fall into place. He didn't know what he expected to read but a love letter turning into a when-you-read-this-I'll-be....

* * *

Harm and Mac had been holding onto each other when the Admiral walked through bullpen. Mac stretched her uniform to even out imagined wrinkles. Their eyes meet and they nodded in mutual silence and moved to follow the Admiral.

On their way, Rabb and Mac quietly argued with each other who was the better to inform their CO.

As they reached the door to the Admirals office -the sound from inside told them that their mission was redundant.

"Damn it!!!! You stupid boy, why the hell did you have to go do that for." AJ roared out -it couldn't be, but he knew it to be true - he felt it to the core of his very being -he clutched the letter in his hand holding it to his heart as it broke into a million pieces. The intense pain was earth shattering - he felt like dying, "Oh God Jason I love you... you stupid, stupid boy." He sobbed out breaking the dam, letting all of his emotions run in a steady stream down his face.

The End

a fucking fantastic x-file fic :-)

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 18:53:39 GMT

this one is long but worth it.Containes slash

Part1 :http://tooms.gossamer.org/display.php?SweetSmellOfXCess1
Part2 :http://tooms.gossamer.org/display.php?SweetSmellOfXCess2
Part3 :http://tooms.gossamer.org/display.php?SweetSmellOfXCess3

Enjoy!!

Sun, 04 Oct 2009 20:45:46 GMT

Title:1/?
Author: jenisaks
Date: may 2001
Fandom: X-files/JAG
Pairing: Skinner/Chegwidden
Category: Slash m/m sex , as in gay sex
Rating: NC-17
Status: WIP

Archive: Yes just ask, or put in link www.geocities.com/wskinnerlover/unf1.html
Feedback: yes, jenisaks@hotmail.com
Series/Sequel: not at this time
Other websites: jenisaks.com
Disclaimers: Don't own them, somebody else does.
Beta: Nic, JD and Bertina, thank you for your great work.
Summary: Chegwidden after a long life, finally comes to terms with what he needs in life only to put it on the line.
Notes: //Chegwidden's thoughts.// and [[ Skinner's thoughts.]]
* * * * *

On the road

Behind the wheel, AJ was lost in thought.

//Shit, AJ, this is maybe the dumbest thing you have ever done. This could risk everything that really matters.//

Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly.

//This could be the night I lose him.//

AJ cast a glance at the man next to him. He was staring out the side window and wouldn't look at AJ.

//Hell!! AJ, you put yourself in the hot spot. Talk about shooting yourself in the foot. There's no going back now. //

Shaking his head and casting another glance at the other man, AJ realized he hadn't moved an inch.

//I finally figure out what I want and I give it away. How stupid is that? God, I'm going to regret this for the rest of my life, I just know I will. Shit shit shit. I really fucked up. Maybe I should just shoot myself.//

Just as that thought passed, his driveway came into view. He turned in and parked behind the car that was all ready there.

* * * * *
One week earlier
J. Edgar Hoover building

Chegwidden walked through the main entrance and came to a stop atop the large seal that read 'FBI'. A smile creased his face. He was looking forward to seeing his old buddy, Skinman. It was hard to imagine that it had been more than thirty years since they first met in a VA hospital in Saigon where they had been in beds right next to each other.

They'd spent long days, bedridden, with nothing to do but talk. And talk they had. It didn't take them long to figure out that they didn't just like each other's company. They saw eye to eye on so many things. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. AJ couldn't help chuckling at that stupid cliché but it was true nonetheless.

* * * * *

Despite the pain, anger, fear and guilt, those were good days. Walter had been in a lot of despair, so guilt ridden, asking himself the never-ending question: //Why him, why had HE survived, why not one of the others? Why not Kevin?// Kevin had been Walter's friend. They were in the same unit together. Kevin had died in the ambush that left Walter himself on death's door. Walter and Kevin had also been lovers. AJ found out one night when Walter's wounds had become infected and the resulting fever made him delirious. Drifting in and out of consciousness, he murmured through his hallucinations. AJ had sat on the edge of Walter's bed and tried to comfort him while he cried out for Kevin. AJ cursed the lack of nurses and held Walter, talking softly in soothing nonsense words. Suddenly he had opened his eyes, blank with fever. AJ still remembered the shock that hit him with Walter's words.

"Oh Kevin, you're here..."

"Walter, I'm not Kevin."

But Walter didn't seem to hear him and his eyes continued to rove, not quite able to focus.

"Kevin, I...I had the worst dream...thought I'd lost you." Tears were running down his face. "I'm so glad your here...Love you...Love you so much...Can't live with out you, you know." A rueful smile crossed his lips.

"I know, I know Walter. Shhhh...Go back to sleep now. You need to rest."

"I love you Kevin. Don't ever leave me. Pro...promise me. Please don't leave. Promise."

Walters' heartfelt pleading left AJ with an aching pain in his chest and tightness in his throat. AJ's own tears fell freely.

"I promise. I won't ever leave you Walter. Now sleep, my friend."

"Okay, love." At last, Walter let out a relieved sigh and fell back to the bed.
After Walter had fallen asleep, AJ realized that he didn't feel disgusted by Walter loving another man but that he had a weird feeling in his stomach when he thought about it. Where had that come from? He pushed the thought away. Walter woke many times that night and each time he soothed him back to sleep by holding him, saying he loved him and stroking his hair.

* * * * *

Walter had hair then and so did he. AJ smiled at that thought. While Walter had a tough time with losing his hair, he wasn't bothered by his own loss. How many times had he heard Walter complain about his hair? Too many.

AJ smiled to himself as people walked past him, throwing surreptitious looks his way. Suddenly aware of his behavior, he shook himself from his daze.

//That must have looked pretty odd.// He chuckled.

He walked through the security checkpoint and headed for the elevator. Another memory came to mind - one that had changed his view of life.

* * * * *

That morning long ago he'd woken with his arms full and a forehead resting against his jaw. Not quite awake, he'd turned to place a soft kiss at the hairline and nuzzle the soft hair. The object of his attention emitted a moan that woke him with a start. He was lying on his side with a leg thrown over Walter's and he became aware of his morning erection pressed against his friend's hip. Frozen in place, he held his breath and released it slowly when he realized Walter was still asleep. Thank God the fever had broken. Obliging his overwhelming need to pee, he eased out of bed being careful to not disturb his friend. He put the bed rail up before leaving for the bathroom.

When he returned to the ward, he saw nurse McGrath - AKA the nurse from Hell - leave Walter's bed with a catheter bag in her hand. He poked his head around the screen.

"Hey Skinman, you okay?"

"Shit, no. The *bitch* just removed my catheter. I think my dick is black and blue. I pity her husband, the poor bastard. God I thought she was going to rip it off."

AJ almost went green with sympathetic pain.

"You know, it should be written into the Constitution that no one should have to endure nurses like McGrath. I wouldn't even wish her on the VC. That would be cruel and unusual punishment. Hey, isn't torture against the Geneva Convention?"

"It sure is. Hey, maybe if we write our Congressman...You think that'll help get her out of here? Nah... They're probably too busy bashing us back home. Some might argue we deserve it." Stoic silence fell upon them.

Breaking the silence "Hey Walter, let's not go there, okay?"

"Okay Cheg. I've got a more pressing problem here anyway." A horrified look appeared on his face.

"Like what?"

"Her, that bitch. She's coming back to HELP me. She wants me to use the urinal. Shit!! I don't want her anywhere near my dick." He hissed through clenched teeth.

"Okay, okay take it easy. We'll think of something," AJ reassured him, trying desperately to think of something but his brain was temporarily out of order.

"Oh yeah? Like what? Hold it till the next shift begins? Shit, I can't hold it that long, I have to go now. I didn't get a chance before she removed that damn thing." Panic was starting to show in Walter's eyes.

"Okay, wait just a sec." AJ snuck his head around the screen and checked for their personal nightmare.

"All clear. If I can plan black ops then I can handle this too."

He checked around the screen again and seeing no sign of McGrath, he grabbed the urinal from the bedside table. Quickly, he pulled down Walter's blanket. Taking a deep breath, he took a hold of Walter's penis and placed it in the urinal. Walter relived himself with a long heartfelt sigh. When he was done, AJ shook him off and placed the urinal in the holder on the side of the bed. He was unaware that he was still holding Walter in his hand and that the organ was starting to react. As if in a trance he became aware of the twitching organ in his hand. Mesmerized, he watched it grow and unable to stop himself, gave it an encouraging little squeeze. An almost inaudible moan came out of Walter. AJ looked at the half erect cock as he stroked it with his thumb. It grew harder, the head turning purple. AJ's brain chanted

//OhmyGod ohmyGod...shit. I have another man's penis in my hand. No, wait, I have another man's ERECT penis in my hand.//

He wanted to run screaming from the room but was unable to move a muscle in his body, except his hand that seemed to have a life of it's own. His hand was stroking and squeezing with intent. Walter moaned, moving his hips the little he was able. Small noises that came out of Walter made AJ turn his head to look at him. Walter was glowing, a slight sheen of sweat combined with a flush. His eyes were half closed but his pupils sparkled under dark lashes.

//Beautiful// AJ thought //BEAUTIFUL! How the hell did I decide another man is beautiful? Fuck!! AJ your sanity just went out the window.//

Walter gasped and made a minute buck into AJ's hand. Walter's tongue snuck out to lick his lips and for a moment, AJ wanted to follow it with his own. Another buck and a "please" made AJ take another look at the cock in his hand. It was leaking clear fluid and he felt a sudden need to taste it. Without thinking, he leaned forward and brought his tongue into contact with Walter's stiff cock. It tasted of salt and he lapped at the head again and again. Suddenly he had the head in his mouth, swirling his tongue around and sucking it.

//Oh God! I'm actually sucking Walter's cock and...I think I...I like it. Shit!! How did this happen?!//

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear Walter's warning. Walter's orgasm exploded in his mouth and his reflexes made him swallow when the semen hit the roof of his mouth. He kept sucking while the organ softened and let it slip from his mouth. A panicked hiss from it's owner finally dragged him from his state.

"AJ! AJ, snap out of it!"

As he came to his senses, running the back of his hand over his mouth, he became acutely aware of the approaching footsteps. Grabbing the covers, he threw them back over Walter. Just then, McGrath appeared from behind the screen. AJ grabbed the urinal from its holder and held it out toward the nurse. His face turned crimson and "Here" was all he could say. She looked from the urinal to Skinner and back again, seeming almost disappointed. Handing over the urinal, AJ bolted without a backward glance. He went straight to his bed and worked at getting his breathing back under control. It was a few minutes before he noticed his own aching erection. He lay silent, stunned by his body's reaction. McGrath walked past his bed with Walter's urinal.

"Pssst. Hey, AJ, you okay?" Walter required from behind the screen.

Clearing his throat. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Uh... I owe you one... that is if ...you know." He hesitated. "Just say when...Okay?"

An image of Walter's mouth engulfing his cock shot across AJ's mind. He could feel the desire to thrust into that wet mouth. The image died out quickly, only to be replaced by another image of him thrusting into tight heat as Walter pressed back to meet his thrusts. The combination was enough to make AJ come without even touching himself.

"Oh my G..." he sighed as the spasms left him drained.

Chuckles came from behind the screen. Walter had heard.

"Skinman, I'm all yours but only if you're up for a repeat." An impish grin spread across his face. He couldn't believe it, but it seemed so right.

"You're on, squid." Walter laughed.

* * * * *

AJ shook himself from his reverie as the elevator doors opened in front of him. Stepping in, he remembered leaving Walter behind in the hospital to rejoin his SEAL team, and the pain and regret he had felt in doing so. Pulling something short of a miracle, he had managed months later to get R&R time in conjunction with Walter's release.

Today was the exact date. Today, thirty years ago, he picked Walter up at the VA hospital. They'd spent the last few days together, before Walter was shipped back to the states and AJ went back to join his SEAL team. Those had probably been the best days of his life, right up there with his wedding day and Francesca's birth.

AJ moved to the back of the elevator. His thoughts wandered back to Walter who had occupied his mind almost constantly. A lot of *what ifs* had been running through his head. Lately, especially, he was wondering what would have happened if Walter had waited for him.

//Could I really have had given up my career for him? Could Walter have given up his own? I'm not sure.//

At the time all he could do was smile, as he desperately tried to keep himself together. His heart had been broken. It had taken years, before his heart resembled anything close to whole, by that time Marcella, Francesca and his SEAL team was gone. Gone, nothing left but a lonely existence. No matter who had entered his bed, even though he had cared for that person, they hadn't gained a place in his heart. Maybe that was why there was always that quiet loneliness following him around. Always something missing.

//*Shit,* lying to myself. Way to go AJ!! You know darn well that *something,* the someone you'd been waiting for, had always been Walter.//

A heavy sigh earned him sideway glances from the other occupants of the elevator.

//Oh Walter, what fools we've been. Well, today's the day. Today we're going to fix this. Never again am I going to let other people stand in our way.//

The shit-eating grin grew wider, almost predatory. His confidence rose patting the small box in his pocket.

//Yes, it's time to attack. He's not going to know what hit him.// At that thought, his enthusiasm deflated a little.

// Yeah right! Lying again are we? Shit! He's going to take one look at me and I'll turn into a babbling fool like I always do, losing my nerve to tell him how I really feel, what I want. Yeah, what do you want, AJ? Be honest here! *Him.* I want every thing with him. To stop dwelling on the past and create the future. That is this mission's goal. *Create the future*... our future... together.// The ping of the elevator doors opening stirred him from his internal monologue, and he made it out of the elevator just before the doors closed on him.
AJ walked into Skinner's front office where Kim was sitting behind her desk.

"Hi, Kim. Is he finished for the day? Can I go straight in?" he asked, gesturing at the office door.

"Admiral, sir. Well, he was, but one of the agents is with him right now. He insisted on seeing the AD. It shouldn't take long, sir." She gave him a strained smile and cast an anxious look towards Skinner's door.

As he turned to follow her glance, he heard the raised angry voices, which quickly turned into yelling. Suddenly the door was ripped open and a man stormed out. He ran straight into AJ and just for a second, hazel eyes met soft brown.

"Excuse me." The man walked around him and left. AJ watched him go then sent Kim an inaudible question by raising his eyebrows, she sent one right back, just shaking her head.

"Kim, have you....Oh there you are. Come on in, Cheg." Walter held the door and let AJ in.

"Kim, I'll be leaving soon, so why don't you finish up here and go home? Have a nice weekend."

"Thank you, sir, you too. I'm already done here, so I'll be leaving now. See you Monday, sir."
As Walter closed the door AJ noticed how tired he looked.

"Hey." Trying to lighten the mood AJ flashed a million dollar grin.

"Hey yourself, squid."

"So what...No hug?" AJ's grin lost some of the brightness.

"Sorry, I've been just a little distracted. Office politics.kind of." Walter seemed deflated. That had AJ worried.

"Come here Walter, you look like you could really use a big old bear hug."

Walter slipped silently into his arms. He buried his face in AJ's neck, breathing in his scent and letting it comfort him. As always, it soothed him and began stripping away all his worries. Strange, he thought, how a scent could ground him like that. AJ used his hands to run slow gentle circles across his back. Sensing the man in his arms was slowly relaxing, AJ tightened his grip.

[[Ahhh...feels so good. It's been far too long. I've been too busy to notice how I miss this. How I miss him. AJ, the love of my life. In his arms, nothing else matters. Nothing, nothing-just me and him.]]

Two men standing in the middle of a room silently giving and receiving love. The last tension ebbed from Walter's body, as he nuzzled AJ's neck, sniffing him. It, the scent, almost made him high. He lost himself in the Admiral's smell, remembering the first time he smelled it.

* * * * *

I woke up in a panic, unable to move. A shudder went through me. A moment later, I felt a minute squeeze. I suddenly realized that someone was holding me. There was a feel of stubble grazing my forehead.

What...Who?

I decided to take a look instead of asking questions I couldn't answer anyway. Turning up my chin, I opened my eyes. I found myself looking straight into AJ's sleeping face. His face was smooth in sleep and he looked like a little kid even though he was older than me.

My eyes lingered over his full lips that just begged to be kissed. All I had to do was raise myself a couple of inches. I moved up, brushing a feather light kiss on his soft lips. AJ stirred in his sleep, moving his lips with an automatic response against mine. Suddenly, I was shivering with goose bumps all over.

Oh God, so good.

The object of my attention shifted and began to awaken. I could not help but respond to AJ's semi-conscious necking.

I remember thinking, "Are those his lips on my forehead? God please move them lower, come on, lower, lower -yes, yes- almost there."

His hand was in my hair, his scent was making me fly. Unsuccessfully, I tried to squash a moan as I noticed the considerable erection pressed against my hip. I was in heaven. Unfortunately, my moan woke up AJ. I almost sighed in disappointment. As AJ eased out of bed, I was strangely relieved that he had not sensed my growing erection. For a moment I wished that I was able to jack myself off so I could take a piss.

No, I realized, I had to piss first.

I tried to think of something to make my erection diminish. But all I could think about was AJ. How he felt when he was holding me. For the longest time I felt safe and..loved? I thought I was going crazy. AJ was straight, married with a child on the way for God's sake!
In my musings, I hadn't heard the footsteps coming closer.

"Mr. Skinner, I see we are doing better."

Then she noticed the tent pole under the blanket. To my horror, she just about ripped the covers down. The erection was painful enough with the catheter in but the fullness of my bladder was making it worse. An evil grin crossed her face.

"Well well well, Mr. Skinner." She tsked and shook her head. "Don't you worry now. I'll take care of that."

Before I could protest, she had grabbed my dick and squeezed it really hard. I thought my eyes would pop right out of my head. I gasped for breath. Just as I was convinced that nothing could possibly hurt more, she ripped out the catheter. I squashed a scream, not wanting to give the bitch the satisfaction of hearing it.

Her evil grin grew wider as she traced her finger along my shaft.

I had to go so bad. But I would be damned if I'd ask her for help. I'd rather piss myself.

"I'll be right back to help you, sweetie." A grin of sheer evil had graced her features.

"It's about time we got you started using the urinal, don't you think? Now don't you worry, I'll be around to help you."

The promise of more pain to come hung in the air as she turned to leave.
At least the erection was gone, easing some of the need. At that thought, the need to pee came back with a vengeance.

* * * * *

A shiver went through him at the remembered terror. AJ tightened his grip and ran his hand up and down Walter's back.

"You okay Skinman?"

"Yeah." The word slipped past lips with a sigh. "Yeah, just a nasty flashback."

"Care to tell me about it?"

"One word: McGrath!" Walter's nostrils flared as he spat out the name. They both shivered involuntary.

"You know, I thought about her today." AJ nuzzled the top of his head placing tiny kisses along the long gone hairline.

"Really? You know it was a good thing that you were there to protect me. I wouldn't have survived if you hadn't been there. I would have lost my balls that's for sure. I'm so glad you made sure she didn't get her hands on my private parts ever again."

Thinking back, after the incident, AJ had always been a couple of steps ahead of McGrath, helping him with every personal need he'd had.

"Thank God. Did you ever watch that movie...Ah what's it's name? Jack Nicholson was in it, he was in a loony bin."

"What, you mean "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest"?"

"Yeah that's the one. There was this nurse."

"Nurse Ratchett."

"You know, I never knew how it ended, I couldn't watch it. It made me physically sick. Sharon and I went to the movie theater to watch it and I spent most of the time in the restroom. Told her I had a stomach bug."

"Maybe we should look up McGrath."

"Yeah and pull out her uterus through her big mouth, then kill her. But not before removing all her body hair, one by one with tweezers. " A shiver went through Walter.

"Shit! Just the thought of touching her makes me want to puke."

"Well, maybe we should just... thank her."

"WHAT?" Walter's head shot up from AJ's shoulder where it had been resting peacefully.

"Well, if it hadn't been for her, I would never have touched you."

"No?"

"I think it was the one single time in my life that I've acted completely impulsively. I mean, without even thinking of the action or the repercussions. I just followed my instinct. Without her and her evil twisted mind, I don't think I would ever have been in that position."

"Never thought about it that way. So, does that mean we can't kill her?"

"No, we can't kill her, Walter."

"Just a little bit? Please? Remember that I'm an Assistant Director of the FBI. I bet we could get away with it. I know all the loopholes."

"In that case, I better remember to always stay on your good side. Let's forget about McGrath. Tonight is about us, just you and me."

"So, what have you got planned?"

"I heard something about, 'The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.' So my plan includes good food and great wine. I made reservations at your favorite restaurant."

"Ah... Italian that will get you places. You're a clever man, AJ."

"Actually clever has nothing to do with it." Winking at the man in his arms. His hand graced a small box that was burning a hole in his pocket and he wondered if he should take it out or wait. Walter's reply decided it.

"Oh really...in that case, lets go."

* * * * *

ANNIVERSARY DINNER
Friday night

"So he's back and you're giving him hell..." Walter was wearing a smug grin. AJ didn't answer.

"I'll bet you have the most boring assignments for him. Make him suffer, AJ. He deserves it for leaving. Walking out on you of all people..."

Walter knew all too well what loyalty meant to AJ. He recalled what Marcella leaving had done to his friend. He remembered the anguish in AJ's voice when he had called him back then, it had torn at his own heart. Walter had been on a plane less than two hours later. That had been the only time Walter had ever been unfaithful to Sharon in their 17-year marriage. The first tumble had been heated, fast and hard. When that was out of the way, they made slow, passionate love. It had been so sweet, beautiful even. It was a memory that still had a profound effect on him. Touched him deeply. He guessed that it meant the same to AJ. Actually he didn't have to guess, he knew. That encounter had almost made him leave Sharon right then and there. Walter had the feeling that something was up today but what it was, he couldn't figure out. Other than that, it was apparent AJ was nervous. But Walter knew he'd find out when AJ was good and ready.

"Yeah, well it kind of came as a surprise. What an understatement. Hell!! I can and do expect a lot from Rabb but not that. Still, I've never been that disappointed..." //Well maybe I have but that's got nothing to do with him.// He looked up from his plate, meeting gentle brown eyes across the table. Trying desperately to hold on to his Admiral's demeanor, yet not quite succeeding.

That earned him raised eyebrows and Walter trying to suppress a teasing smile.
[[Ah, AJ hiding again are we? Come on, big boy, let it out. You can do it.]]

"Okay, so I was hurt." He shrugged "It seemed like he didn't respect me. Didn't even talk to me about what he was thinking before he turned up with the signed form requesting a change in designator. It was like he didn't even care. Hell!! Why didn't he just shoot me?!"

The last came out in a raised voice. AJ had guilt written on his face. It didn't sit well with him to have given that away, not even to Walter, and he knew that he knew.

"AJ, if I know you, and I can say with absolute certainty that *I* do..." Walter took a deep breath letting the air out in a huff. "*You* cut him down, did you not? He didn't get a chance in hell to square anything with you, now did he!!" AJ was shuffling his food around the plate not even looking at him. He tried again.

"Did you even talk to him??" Walter sighed and leaned back in the chair.

"AJ, why not talk now that he's back? He's been back for months. You're old enough to know not to let a mistake like that go unresolved." Walter was still not getting a response so he leaned forward, elbows on the table, chin resting on folded hands. [[*Shit* what the fuck's the matter with him today? Something's wrong, something that has nothing to do with this conversation. What the hell could it be?]]

AJ still would not meet his eyes. He was thinking to himself how he hated that Walter had always been able to make him feel so insecure. Turning him into a babbling fool. He had so many things he wanted to say to him but had never been able to. The words on his tongue just stuck there as if glued.

Walter sighed. "God you are a pigheaded, stubborn old fool." He leaned back, leaving his hand on the table, absently playing with his napkin. Looking up with uncertainty in his eyes it made AJ look like a lost little boy. He hurriedly fixed them on Walter's hand.

"Yeah...but you love me anyway..." Rather than a statement, it came out a question with a slight whine. Horrified with his own response, AJ scrambled mentally for his surly demeanor. He cursed inwardly, damning his loss of control. There was too much riding on this evening for him to fuck it up like this. The least he could do was sounding like he had it together. //Okay, take it easy and let's see if you can turn this around.// Finally he was able to steel his uncertainties.

[[Unbelievable. A man who just turned fifty looking like a schoolboy,]] thought Walter. [[And he wants, craves my approval and love.]]

"Yes I do, I told you a long time ago that it would never change and I was right. I will never stop loving you no matter how stubborn, pigheaded, annoying, loyal, kind, loveable, gorgeous and sexy you are." He flashed AJ a blinding smile.

"You forgot virile." AJ grinned back.

"I did, didn't I." Walters smile turned to a devilish grin. [[Don't I know it.]]
//Okay AJ, get it out, I know you can do it.// Taking a deep breath to steady himself, AJ tried to relax his tense body. //Here we go.//

"Walter, I...I think we should celebrate, I mean it is kind of an anniversary, right?"

"Hey, we are celebrating." Looking more closely at the man across the table, Walter noticed he was turning a pretty shade of pink. "So, what did you have in mind?" [[As if I didn't know.]]

//Oh God! He's doing it again. He's going to make me say it.// Looking around trying to seem inconspicuous taking in the surroundings. // Okay, okay- take a deep breath let it out slowly. Don't panic. You can do this, you can, you can. Here we go. I can do confident. Do it all the time. Yeah... right then why do I feel like a bug about to get squashed?// AJ managed to put his face into relaxed folds.

"Well, I thought...Why-why not celebrate the way we did back then, you know..." AJ's ears turned crimson. Berating himself for sounding so pathetic, he started shuffling his food around again.

Walter almost laughed out loud.[[Oh...Now we're getting somewhere.]]

"Oh, you mean me fucking you through the mattress?" He suppressing a grin at AJ's suddenly upturned face. "Hell, AJ, I'd love to. Your place or mine? Perhaps we should go to your place, since it's closer."

"Sure, okay."

"AJ, you okay? AJ? Please look at me."

"Walter, I'm sorry...I...I feel like... like everyone is looking at me and they know."

"What? It's not like you to be so self-conscious. What is really wrong? Come on, you can tell me."

"It is really stupid...I mean really stupid. You will laugh, I just know you will."

"No I won't...I promise. Come on, give."

"I do not know where this came from, but all of a sudden I feel like thirty years ago. All nervous and shaking like a virgin about to get his cherry popped. I know...I know it is stupid. I told you it was."

"No it's not...it is kind of sweet actually. I do hope you knew back then that it meant the world to me, to be able to make love to you. It still does. They aren't empt words, I love you. I have from the first time I met you." He reached for AJ's hand across the table, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"AJ, please look at me!" He met Walter's soft eyes. "I...Love...You. Do not dare to ever forget that. No matter what happens, nothing and I do mean nothing, will ever... ever change that." There was uncertainty still on the big guy's face.

[[ Damn Marcella for doing this to him. And me, I never should have married Sharon. If only I had waited.]]

"Why didn't I wait?"
It took a moment before he realized he'd said it out loud. When he did, he looked at AJ and spoke from his heart.

"I have loved you for more than thirty years, what could possibly make you think that I would suddenly just stop?"

"But you love Mulder too!" Walter tried to protest. "Don't lie to me...I know...I can see it in your eyes- they light up like a Christmas tree when you talk about him." Shifting in his seat, trying to shake the hurt look he knew was showing.

"And you always do, you know! I can't think of a single time we've spent together since you've known him, when his name didn't come up in some context." In his mind there was an instant recall of Mulder running into him in Walter's front office, compared to Mulder, AJ felt old and unable to compete.

"Me? What about you and Rabb? Are you in love with him? You mention him every time we talk. Do you want him in your bed? Well, do you?"

"No!!" AJ sputtered. "I want you! I've never even looked at another man that way let alone thought about making love to one. And certainly not Rabb!"

AJ tried to calm down, hoping no one in the restaurant would notice their intent stare and raised voices.

"Rabb is more like the son I never had. When I talk about him, it is with the love and pride of a father. But you already knew that, didn't you, Walter?"

"Yes I did and you're right. I do love Mulder, but it does not change anything between you and I. Please believe that."

"If you could have him, would you?"

Skinner didn't answer for a moment.

"AJ come on, let's go home to bed." He gave him a big smile, but only got a hesitated one in return.

"But you-"

"AJ, let's not go there. It doesn't matter. I don't have a chance in hell with Mulder. And even if I did have a shot at him..." He took a deep breath, "you mean more to me than anyone."
Walter saw that AJ still wasn't convinced. He needed to hold him, kiss him, to make love to this wonderful man. His need was growing to almost unbearable heights.
[[If he will not hear my words, then I'll just have to show him.]] A mischievous grin spread across Walter's face. [[Yeah, I'll show him all right.]] The grin Walter sported made AJ's heart jump.

"Cheg, take off your right shoe."

"What? Why?"

"Just do it."

"It's off."

"Now, put you foot in my crotch."

"I can't do that here! Someone is bound to see." A slight panic showed in his eyes.

"No, the tablecloth will cover it. Do it!"

Lifting his foot, AJ placed it carefully in Walter's lap. He felt the warmth of a hard bulge twitching under the sole of his foot.

"Oh..."

"That is all for you, all because of you. No one else. You do that to me." Deliberately, he licked his lips slowly. "Come on, put your shoe back on and let's get out of here. I want to lick every inch of that gorgeous body of yours." That earned him a huge grin and the sparkle returned to AJ's eyes.

"Every inch?" he asked teasingly. The desire ran down his spine to pool in his cock, making it twitch and dance with excitement.

"Yes, every last one. And *if* you are a really good boy, maybe I will kiss and suck it too."
The comment left a steely determination in AJ's eye and a wet spot on his dress pants.

"Let's go NOW, Marine." He rose unsteadily from his seat.

"We have to wait for the waiter, AJ."

"He can't have you. You're mine."

Walter laughed out loud at that.

He pulled out a stack of bills and left them on the table. In less than 10 seconds, they were out the door.
to be continued....

My old fics

Sun, 04 Oct 2009 19:34:01 GMT

For safety reasons I putting up my old fic because of Geocities are closing down.

Title: Up Against the Wall.
Author: JenIsaks
Date: June 2001
Fandom: X-files
Pairing: Skinner/Mulder
Category: PWP
Rating: Slash, m/m sex, R or NC-17, I don't know you decide.

Status: finished
Archive: just ask Feedback: yes, jenisaks@hotmail.com
Series/Sequel: No not at this time
Other websites: www.jenisaks.com
Disclaimers: Don't own them, somebody else does. CC and FOX don't let them play so I will. You don't like it sue me, I have nothing you would want anyway.
Spoiler: Nisei, season 3.
Beta: Nic and JD, thank you for sticking with me.

Summary: A tussle in Mulder's apartment.

Notes: Another take on a scene in the Nisei-ep, season 3. Skinner is waiting in Mulder's apartment when he comes home from work. The scene ends with Skinner saying something like "You're on your own on this one." after that he leaves. I guess there's no need to say that in this version he doesn't. I'm watching the series from one end to the other as I have many times before, when saw the scene in Nisei this is what came to mind. I have no intention to relay the dialogue before this line since I believe it's redundant and since this fic can be read with out that context. Please note: //Skinner's thoughts.// [[Mulder's thoughts]]

Up Against the Wall.

Mulder was sitting on his couch, totally drained of energy. Even his reserve was used up. Still, in a strange way, his mind was alive with thoughts of the evening's event. All too clear, and in technicolour, running in a loop through his head like a movie played over and over again.

* * * *

"You're on your own on this one." Skinner turned to leave.

"What a big fucking surprise!" Mulder snarled. Taking him by surprise, his anger now fuelled his body with energy, displacing his previous exhaustion.

"Agent Mulder, I don't think I care for your tone."

"You don't care for my tone? Like I give a shit!" Mulder had risen from his seat on the couch and was now standing a few yards from the AD. An AD who looked like he was about to blow his top. The Agent just couldn't help himself; he had the irresistible urge to goad the man on as he went on.

"Like I give a shit. You're always covering your own ass, while you have your mouth permanently attached to Cancerman's!"

"Agent Mulder! You are out of line." Skinner hissed through clenched teeth, taking a step towards the younger man.

"Oh really, since you're so fond of ass kissing, why don't you kiss mine?"

"Agent you're acting like a child, I suggest that you grow the hell up!"

"So I'm a child! How does that reflect on you? You can't even handle a child! Guess it's you're ass in a sling."

"For some reason you seem to be fixated on my ass, now why is that, Agent? Maybe it's a kind of projection?" Skinner took a couple of steps towards Mulder, closing in on him. For the first time since the confrontation began the younger man's confidence slipped for just a moment. The AD grinned inwardly.

// The little shit is going to have to learn his lesson.// Skinner thought to himself. //Let's scare the shit out of him.// But out loud he said.

"I think this unruly Agent needs to get his behind thoroughly warmed." Letting his devilish grin show on his face. "I always was a great believer in corporal punishment for naughty little boys."

Mulder's eyes widened at the comment, drawing back as Skinner advanced to invade his personal space. He felt like a deer caught in headlights, unable to do anything but retreat, soon finding himself up against the wall. Every cell in his body screamed at him to fight, to lash out.

"What's the matter little boy!" Skinner's eyes fixed on Mulder's face flushed with what? Embarrassment? Excitement? "Cat got your tongue?"

Grabbing the younger man's shoulders, Skinner slammed them against the wall. Mulder saw the feral light in the AD's eyes. The man was looking at him as a predator eyes his prey. Mulder was grabbed by panic. He bucked, trying to get away but it would have been easier to move the wall rather than Skinner. Not giving up, he kept bucking, for a moment his groin hit the other man's. To his horror, Mulder noted that he had pressed his erection into his boss and he froze. His eyes shut tightly.

[[ Oh my God. Erection? Where the hell did that come from? This is just too fucking embarrassing, If I have to die, let me go now because I'll never be able to live this down. Shit, Mulder you're a sick, sick ,sick man.]]

Noting that Skinner was frozen in place as well, he opened his eyes. Gazing at the other man, their faces mere inches apart, he guessed it was like looking at his own reflection. The surly AD demeanour was gone. In it's place was confusion, horror and embarrassment in soft brown eyes that locked with his own for a few seconds, before they moved down their bodies.

Automatically, Mulder's own gaze followed. They were still pressed together, groin against groin. He caught his breath as he realized that Skinner was sporting a hard on right next to his. And boy, what a hard on. To Mulder's surprise his cock twitched and danced with excitement, growing even harder than he thought possible. Both their heads shot up. Staring wide eyed at each other.

[[Oh boy. I think he felt that.]]

//This is not happening, this is not....// A gasp escaped his mouth as Mulder ground his groin against him. Responding with a movement of his own, a jolt of pleasure spiraled down his spine to pool in his cock. He caught himself with his hands on the wall, one on each side of Mulder's face. Skinner's knees went weak as the movement caused him to press his cock further into his Agent, it was driving him wild. They both started humping each other with intent. Nose to nose, eyes locked, lips less than two inches apart, pulse speeding up, panting like freight trains.

// Oh Yeah...This is good. Hell Walter, you have been celibate way too long... That has to be it. It's Mulder for God's sake. Shit, it's a MAN. Talking about extreme possibilities, this is ridiculous.//

The urgency was now driving Mulder's wiggling movements and he grabbed his boss's buttocks to try to push their bodies closer together, if at all possible. No amount of friction was sufficient, making Skinner loose the ability of coherent thought. The whimpers from the younger man were turning into something that resembled tormented wails. The sound drove Skinner willingly up the wall, with only his pending climax in mind.

[[ Come on Walter!! So close, so close...Yes, yes......GOOOOD YEEEESSSSSSS!!]]

Not realizing he had all but screamed that out loud. Mulder creamed his dress pants, as his pleasure exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm. Close to passing out he was caught by Skinner, as the larger man collapsed against him.

Resting forehead against forehead, they starred at each other in amazement, fighting to regain their breath. So close, leaning in to join lips, impossibly close almost brushing. The affection in Walter's eyes was soon replaced by outright fear as reality set in. Before Mulder knew what had hit him, the other man had bolted slamming the front door behind him. No longer able to keep himself upright, Mulder slid to the floor where he remained, for how long he was not sure.

* * * *

Finally he had regained enough energy to move to the couch where he now sat reflecting. The near kiss was driving him out of his mind. In this case an eidetic memory was a curse. How had he ended up in this situation? Temper, of course. His unhealthy, unreasonable, uncontrollable, unfortunate temper. Well maybe not unfortunate in this case. Was he ever going to learn? Of course not, it was a natural part of him. That near kiss again popped up in his mind's eye where it hung poised, the heart of his problem.

"I'm not gay! Skinner sure as hell isn't! Guess it's an X-file. Not one I'd like to investigate, though. Right???"

"shit!!"

THE END

Update!!!

Sun, 04 Oct 2009 16:12:49 GMT

Hi All,

I've been so busy lately that it messes with my writing, and then the new season
clogs my head with one new idea after another that I have no way of finishing
anytime soon... I feel like my head is going to explode, anyways I still need
people ready to beta and assist with characters to help me along.

I hope to have my website and the archive up soon at another server.

I'm going to Scotland to meet up with an online friend, I do hope i'll get some
of my newest fic done in the process, so people cross your fingers because I
wont be able to finish any JAG fics before I do.

JenIsaks

Miami Vice

Sun, 30 Aug 2009 21:01:28 GMT

Watching Miami Vice trying to tye up loose ends of a crossover fic, but damn it I'm just ending up with new ideas for other fics that is so annoying when all I want to do is finish the first one....

NCIS FIC REC

Sun, 23 Aug 2009 16:26:53 GMT

Another great one Sigh hot hot hot

http://kaylashay81.livejournal.com/89321.html#cutid1

NCIS fic rec

Sun, 23 Aug 2009 14:17:20 GMT

Wow another fic I really like so worth it.

NCIS slashy fic :)

http://kaylashay81.livejournal.com/100862.html#cutid1

Moving my fanfic

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 08:38:34 GMT

Damn Geocities are closing down :( it's probably doing to take tons of Slash fiction with it. So everyone stockpile any and all slash fic you know there to your harddrives, people might wanna a copy of the their favorite slash sometime - by then it's going to be gone....

Baldheaven are on geocities so I'm gonna be busy.

JenIsaks

My group on Yahoo anyone wanna join?

Sat, 08 Aug 2009 13:53:44 GMT

New group at Yahoo

Sat, 08 Aug 2009 13:16:45 GMT

Great NCIS story

Tue, 04 Aug 2009 22:08:19 GMT

Oh man loved this story just have to rec it :)

http://xparrot.livejournal.com/99137.html

Sun, 26 Oct 2008 16:19:01 GMT

You might be wondering why I'm off line and have been for sometime.
I have unfortunately been targeted for some serious homophobic hazing. I guess I could take the hate mail but... The use of my latest fic "Count Down"; where I opened myself to betaing from anybody majorly backfired and a homophobic ass sent me a vicious virus instead. Due to a burned out hard drive earlier this year I have backuped my stories, but I don't really feel like writing much less put myself out there. I have though opened a facebook account "Jen Isaks" in hope of finding people I can friend and get to know and trust, enough to wanna finish my work and maybe find a new friend that can beta it for me.

I want to thank all the nice people here that have read my stories and treated me with kindness and respect.

Love to you all.

Jen Isaks

JAG New Fic "Count Down"

Sun, 20 Jul 2008 21:53:15 GMT

I'm depressed... Come help me I've had a lot of trouble finishing my last JAG fic and even more trying to find anyone to beta it. So I've come up with a new approach and I hope that you'll tune in and help. Come read and comment on the fic and have the possibility of directing the story and/or it's contents. Please note there will be slash in this fic....

I have not beta'ed this fic Anyone reading this is welcome to beta it for grammar and come with suggestions. There will not be a new part posted before I have received a beta'ed file and posted it.

I'm not trying to bully anyone into betaing, but I am trying to get some kinda interactive communication going with the readers here. It seems that this fandom is less than popular, that makes me very sad, I hope we together can shake it up a little .

TITLE: Count Down
FANDOM: JAG
PAIRING: JAG Slash that's all you need to know right now ;)
SUMMERAY: Everything is going straight to hell....

TITLE: Count Down
AUTHOR: Jen Isaks
DATE: July 2008
FANDOM: JAG
PAIRING: JAG Slash that's all you need to know right now ;)
CATEGORY: Slash, m/m and HET damn I really did it but just a little sorry.
RATING: just to be safe NC-17
WARNINGS: not betaed, m/m and m/f groping and sex. Crackfic.
STATUS: WIP, all depends on what folks want and if they comment on it.
ARCHIVE: Yes, to Bald Heaven, others please ask I like to know where my child is going.

FEEDBACK: Yes, please do for I need to know if anyone are still interested in this fandom. Jenisaks@hotmail.com

SERIES/SEQUEL: no, I sure hope not.
OTHER WEBSITES: http://www.jenisaks.com
DISCLAIMERS: not mine wish they were.
SPOILER: non
BETA: Please, anyone beta this by coloring the changes so I may learn something and send me a file to jenisaks@hotmail.com, thanks.

SUMMERAY: Everything is going straight to hell....

NOTES: I'm depressed... Come help me I've had a lot of trouble finishing my last JAG fic and even more trying to find anyone to beta it. So I've come up with a new approach and I hope that you'll tune in and help. Come read and comment on the fic and have the possibility of directing the story and/or it's contents. Please note there will be slash in this fic....

I have not beta'ed this fic Anyone reading this is welcome to beta it for grammar and come with suggestions. There will not be a new part posted before I have received a beta'ed file and posted it.

I'm not trying to bully anyone into betaing, but I am trying to get some kinda interactive communication going with the readers here. It seems that this fandom is less than popular, that makes me very sad, I hope we together can shake it up a little .

If you're tuned into actually reading this please let me know.

Count Down part 1.

Mac slammed the door behind her closed; making the walls rattle.

Webb jumped in his seat. “What the h...!”

“Shut up, Webb! I want you to get me all the dirt you have on Sec Nav and I want it now!” Her wild eyes pinned him in his chair.

Unnerved Webb tried to calm the obviously very annoyed woman; who's eyes fired with something close to insanity.

“Okay, Mac,” he said very slowly in a monotone voice, “take it easy and tell me what the hell is going on?”

“I want the dirty down skinny, what do you have?”

Webb was speechless this was a woman he didn't recognize; Mac could intimidate just about anybody but this person had him stunned. She leaned over his desk dangerously close.

“Webb, snap out of it. What do you have?”

“Pictures,” he replied weakly.

“Get them for me,” her no-nonsense was making him feel like a little boy he felt a steering in his pants; he was so fucked.

“I can't,” he whimpered.

“Sure you can.”

“No,” he tried to hold down his fort; okay it was more like a tent in his pants – a wild demanding Mac did have that effect on him. He'd sell out just about anybody right about now.

Mac's eyes narrowed as she held his refusing to let him hide, suddenly an evil smirk graced her beautiful face making it seem all but demonic.

“I'll sleep with you if you get me those pictures,” she purred.

“Really?” his eyes widen and he had to consciously stop himself from drooling all over his desk.

“Oh yes!” Mac ripped open her uniform; flashing the poor man her big full perfectly rounded breasts encased in black lace. “Oh yeah, come on baby, you can give it to me,” she said seductively as she walked around his desk. She rolled him in his chair until it was against the wall, “come on, you can give them to me.” Mac coursed as she straddled him rubbing herself against his harden manhood. She forcefully pressed his head between her breasts making it hard for him to breathe both from excitement as well as blissful suffocation.

“Where are they?” Mac cooed sweetly at the all but cross eyed panting Agent; who weakly let out a nonces whimper.”Come you can tell me, Clay.” She whispered in his ear; her sent was making him high as a kite - he increased his rubbing against her mount to a desperate animallistic rhythm, then she stopped him. .

“Oh no you don't; tell me where they are boy! You're not coming before you do.”

Webb let loose a pitiful whine and simply pointed to his desk “Bottom drawer,” he rasped.

Mac was up and of him in a flash. Webb who had been leaning forward to bury his face yet again in her cleavage lost his balance by her urgency and fell forward flat on his face.

“Thank you, Webb!” she said clutching a folder to her breasts. Mac leaned down and kissed the confused man on the top of his head, before she quickly clipped her uniform closed once again.

“Ah you look so sweet crawling on all fours.” She put out her heal on his butt and pressed down hard; Webb fell flat on the floor, the carpet giving him a rough tough on his desperate cock, just enough to spill in his pants with an audible heartfelt sigh.

“And here I thought we were going to have some real fun, Ah well some other time.” Mac shipped with a gleeful smirk on her face.

She left the office just as abruptly as she had arrived.

* * * * * *

As the scene fades to black we may or may not be asking our selves what the hell is going on... Just as a poor CIA agent might be wondering if he has lost his mind or if he can explain his lost time due to head trauma , possible nerve gas attack or maybe the more plausible explanation of alien abduction. But as we all know that is not a liable explanation since there were no evidence of anal probing; so lets all tune in next week for another piece of the puzzle.... maybe you hold that piece.....

So guys and girls do you have an idea for the hole picture or maybe just a piece of the puzzle? No matter how silly, serious or seriously hot an idea you have let us all have a brainstorming workshop right here, right now... Are you game????

Anyone for beta read header...

blow out

Mon, 28 Apr 2008 15:07:19 GMT

Damn it my computer when on the fritz and took my harddrive with it.

All my fics and the tons of plots I had on it got melted :( I only had the newest fics I'm working on on my bird so damn it I lost allot of plot notes and not to mention some of the really hot manips some old online friends made for some of them. Sniff

Anyway thanks to a friend of mine I got some things off my old harddrive. I'm crossing my fingers that more will turn up guess it takes time to scan the disc's of a burned out harddrive, I'm thankful for knowing so may nerds :)

New JAG Slash Fic

Sun, 09 Mar 2008 21:45:57 GMT

Hi I'm so happy I finially finished this.

TITLE: Cabin Pressure
AUTHOR: Jen Isaks
DATE: January 2003, finished January 2008
FANDOM: JAG
PAIRING: Rabb/Chegwidden
CATEGORY: Slash, mild h/c
RATING: just to be safe NC-17
WARNINGS: non, except m/m groping and thoughts of sex.
STATUS: Done
ARCHIVE: Yes, to Bald Heaven, others please ask I like to know where my child is going.

FEEDBACK: Yes, please do for I need to know if anyone are still interested in this fandom. Jenisaks@hotmail.com

SERIES/SEQUEL: no
OTHER WEBSITES: http://www.jenisaks.com
DISCLAIMERS: not mine wish they were.
SPOILER: non
BETA: Thanks to Bertie who started helping me when I started this five years ago. Thanks Kay and Abby for the help with the characters and grammar.

SUMMERAY: Harm's world has been rocked and he's under pressure.

NOTES: I'm depressed... I've had a lot of trouble finishing this fic and even more trying to find anyone to beta it. It seems that this fandom is less than popular, that make me very sad. I have many half finished fics in this fandom and I'm wondering if it'd be worth the trouble to actually finish them. Anyone even want to read it? If you're tuned into actually reading this please let me know.

"Cabin Pressure"

“Oh my God, Harm. You got mouth to mouth from the Admiral and you tongued him!”

Mac was trying very hard to contain her laughter, but not succeeding as she felt it ripple from her stomach up through her body. The strain to keep it back brought tears to her eyes.

Harm's blush turned from pink to crimson; he felt totally humiliated. He hadn’t been himself since the events that landed him in sickbay. Concerned, Mac had called him on it more than once. And now, that he told her he wished he hadn’t said anything. She was still laughing. It didn’t look like she would be able to help him with this.

Shit!

What was he supposed to do now? Ever since that day, images of the Admiral - AJ, as Harm now thought of him in the privacy of his own mind - haunted him day and night, stealing his sleep and ensuring a restlessness that was becoming unbearable. His every thought was interrupted by thoughts of AJ. He felt unable to function at work, which was why he had decided finally to tell his partner Mac. It was a wonder that the Admiral himself hadn’t called him on his inefficiency at work. Maybe he - AJ - had apparently blocked the incident from his mind; he sure as hell was acting like nothing had happened. Maybe Harm should just follow AJ’s lead and treat the entire episode as the honest mistake it was and let it go.

Yeah right!!

Isn’t that what he had been trying to do for the last two weeks? Let it go - how the hell could he do that when he ran into the man every day? Even the thought of AJ working behind his desk only a couple of doors away, his growling, his lips stretched in a self-satisfied grin. Those lips looked to the rest of the world as hard as chiselled stone, but when they were, in fact, soft as they were strong. It made him want to go - no run - into that office and pull AJ out of his chair by his lapels, and ravage that unbelievably tasty mouth. Harm could almost feel AJ’s lips on his, making him breathless and that was the core of his problem. Never before had Harm been in a situation where he had to question his own sexuality. Not that there was any question any more since the image searing memory of the brief *kiss*- was a running loops in his mind. He was already tired of walking around with a painful hard-on that just would not go down no matter how many trips he made to the head. Thankfully, the rest of the staff thought that he had a stomach problem so they didn’t comment on his frequent visits to the head or the muffled moans they might overhear. At any other time, he would had been happy at his new found teenage stamina – not that he had ever been this horny in his life – but right now impotence had its advantages.

Mac stopped laughing, and she stared at him, not that he noticed. She berated herself for laughing at him, realizing that she might have inadvertently hurt him. She could tell that he was very uncomfortable. Yeah, Mac, you have been a real help; you really managed to make it so much better!

“Harm, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to -”

Harm cut her off, abruptly. “It’s okay Mac.” He suddenly felt he had to get her out of his office fast, but before he could come up with a line to do just that, a ringing phone interrupted them.

“Sir, the Admiral wants you and the Major in his office ASAP.”

“We’ll be right there, Tiner,” Harm replied with a sigh. “The Admiral’s office now, Mac.”

Mac watched as Harm got his case files together without looking at her, not noticing the frown now gracing her face in response to his tone. She didn’t think her insensitive reaction warranted this response but she let it slide since it was apparently he had a difficult time facing the Admiral. Hell, hadn’t she felt that a few years back? She wondered why he was this upset about the Admiral, it wasn't like it was a catastrophe. Mac made a mental note to ask him about it and apologize later, when they had the opportunity to talk.

Harm was already out of the office, and she hurried to catch up to him. Outside the Admiral's office, Harm had to compose himself before he could knock on the door. A growling response from behind the door, “Enter!” made Harm’s cock jump for joy though the owner wasn’t too happy. He tried to will it down with no luck. Thankfully he had his case files he could hide behind. Entering the office, he tried desperately to hold onto his air of confidence. He, felt like he was walking into a lion's den, afraid he’d never get out of there in one piece, and praying he would at least leave with his dignity intact. He couldn’t seem to shed his stiff posture. Almost unnoticed, Mac gave his arm a little squeeze. When his eyes met hers, the contact -as briefly as it was gave him some comfort. For a moment, he felt he would be able to handle anything. The feeling vanished in a flash when the Admiral looked up from his papers and their eyes met for a second that, to Harm, felt like hours.

Shitshitshitshit....

As the heat crept up from his chest to colour his cheeks, Harm wished he could just vanish from the face of the earth. His heart was racing so fast that for a moment he thought he’d pass out.

“Please take a seat.” The Admiral’s soft invitation sounded unusually loud in the quiet office.

Harm kept his eyes down, trying hard to follow the conversation, but all he heard was the sound of AJ's voice. That incredible sexy voice was making him so hard he thought for sure his zipper would give way any second now. Shifting in his seat, he looked up to see if anyone had noticed anything out of the ordinary. Mac was in a deep conversation with the Admiral and Harm could barely follow. Thank God it was her case they apparently were going over. All he could think about was soft lips, tasty mouth, and tongue. Harm's mouth filled with saliva so fast he had to swallow hard a couple of times before he started to drool.

A minute sound shocked Harm from his thoughts, his eyes settling on his CO’s lips. Their movement sent Harm into an almost hypnotic state. All he could focus on was the movement of those soft, inviting lips. As the lips moved, Images filled his mind's eye portraying all kinds of x-rated situations and activities. When the Admiral’s tongue snaked out to lick his lower lip, a small whimper escaped Harm's mouth. He could feel his now very painful hard-on leaking into his pants. Suddenly, he was very hot Harm started to reach up to loosen his tie, to get some much-needed air, he stopped himself before he could call attention to himself.

In Harm’s mind, he slowly stood and approached the desk. Leaning over it, he curved his hand behind the older man’s head as he moved in slowly and kissed AJ right on the mouth. Harm let his eyes drop closed as AJ’s sweet - tasting lips opened under his and let him slide his tongue in to meet with soft, wet flesh of the man of his dreams.

Harm’s heartfelt sigh brought him to the Admiral’s attention. ”Are we boring you, Commander?” Chegwidden’s acerbic question brought him fully back to his present predicament.

“Ah no, sir. Sorry, sir; please go on.”

The Admiral pursed his lips and rested his chin on tented hands. A look of deep thought or speculation crossed his features; he washed his hands over his face and looked at the Major.

“I think we have covered everything Major.” Chegwidden stated.

“Yes, sir,” Mac answered nervously.

“Dismissed.”

“Aye, aye, sir.” Mac and Harm responded, getting out of their chairs and standing briefly at attention before they moved to the door.

“Commander, may I have a word with you?”

They both stopped and turned around. Harm's mouth had suddenly gone very dry. The relief he had felt when dismissed had disappeared in a heartbeat. He locked gazes with Mac. who was sure that the look of panic in Harm’s eyes was mirrored in her own.

Chegwidden cleared his throat, “ I only need the Commander, Major.”

Harm blushed crimson at the Admiral's verbal slip–up. He was positive it had to be a slip–up; he didn’t dare hope for anything else. Oh God, now he was hearing things too, reading things into what wasn’t really there – how desperately sick was that? He didn’t dare to look at his CO too frightened at what he might read - or not read for that matter - in AJ’s handsome face. And he was handsome indeed.

A worried Mac closed the door leaving her friend behind.

The last few weeks Harm had been asking himself a lot of questions. The first one as to if he were or were not gay, not entirely sure as how to answer that. He asked another was there any other man that would be able to turn him on as the Admiral did? Harm had spent a lot of time checking out just about any male that walked trough the bullpen. How come when he looked at AJ he couldn’t breathe, and his stomach was suddenly full of butterflies. He didn’t get that when he looked at Gunny, Bud, Webb, or Tiner. Gunny sure was buff, but it didn’t do anything for him. Bud was more of a turn off. Webb he just wanted to turn over his knee and tan his hide, but there was absolutely nothing sexual about it. Tiner was… well, kind of cute in a very innocent way. A way that brought out a major need to protect, but Harm was definitely not a *Daddy*. Not that he would make a play for the young yeoman anyway. Nope, no way, no how.

While Harm was lost in his own thoughts, Mac had quietly left the office. She decided to wait outside the door in Tiner's empty office. Not that she wanted to listen at the Admiral's door, or anything as unseemly as that - or maybe she did. 'Stop it', she told herself. She was just going to make sure Chegwidden didn't kill her partner. She was just standing a little close to the door so she could step in if needed.

'Yeah right!! Tell me another one. Damn!!'

Mac wished she could be a fly on the wall for this one.

The Admiral had been watching Harm standing there lost in his thoughts. Since Harm got back on duty a few weeks ago nothing was going according to plan. He had seemed beside himself, and AJ had not been willing to call him on it. AJ had written it off to the fact that his subordinate had been through a difficult time and given him some slack – okay a lot of slack – thinking that business would soon return to normal. But it had not. If at all, it had gotten worse. Now was the time to take the bull by the horns, so to speak, because it sure as hell couldn’t go on like this. AJ was determined that he would help however he could. He didn’t want to lose his lawyer. The scare AJ had gotten from being close to losing his friend and co-worker in the accident had, if nothing else, shown him how much he cared about Harm. He had been downright petrified when he had held Harm’s lifeless body in his arms – in fact he’d cried like child - hugging him close, and telling him not to leave him. Then he got his sanity back and started a furious attempt to revive Harm. The remembered fear of losing Harm made AJ shiver from its pure devastating power – that the very thought could bring him close to tears – was beyond him. The lack of understanding his own reaction made him frustrated. His anger was quickly directed at the reason for these foreign emotions.

AJ turned his attention toward Harm. Knowing that he had been giving him too much slack lately - it was now time to get to the bottom of his problem - there was no way he could let it go on. He'd hoped that Harm would have come to him by himself - he should have - Chegwidden had been sure that he had Harm's confidence. But he hadn't, and that hurt unexpectedly and now he simmered with angry hurt. He was going to get it out of him right now even if he had to beat it out of him. This dance just could not keep going on and on - it had to stop right here, right now.

"You mind telling me what the hell is going on with you, Commander!?"

The Admiral's harsh words tore at Harm's heart. He felt it shatter. Why the hell didn't he just rip it out and step on it. The gaping hole in his chest sure felt like AJ had done just that. Harm clutched his files close to his body like a shield, but let's face it, it was like treating nuclear waste with an oven mitt. Harm felt his eyes tearing up as it finally hit him - the overwhelming love he harboured for the man before him. Love?

Yes, love, and not just lust. He now recognized what his heart had known the minute his lips had been touched by AJ's weeks before. Harm started shaking violently with the effort it took him to keep the blinding tears from falling.

Oh God, he had to get the hell out of there this very minute. He gasped for air as if he was choking.

He turned in the direction of what he hoped was the door. Harm did not get very far before he was stopped by a hard grip on his arm. Stifling a sob, he blinked quickly to try and clear his eyes. Instead it allowed his tears to fall free and they did. A gentle hand on his chin turned his face toward the other man now standing very close.

AJ's anger had softened at Harm's obvious distress. But nothing prepared him for the gut-punching pain that slammed into him. It squeezed his heart when he was meet by the total despair in the tear-soaked eyes. He gasped almost losing his grip.

"Harm, what's wrong? Please tell me ...I can't help you if you don't."

The younger man opened his mouth but nothing came out. He tried again but still nothing. He must have looked like a fish out of water. The friendly brown eyes - staring questioningly into his own were soft as melted chocolate. Harm felt himself fall into them, sure he would lose himself in their depths.

Harm gave up the use of his voice. Settling for action he moved slowly toward AJ, and kissed him on the mouth. AJ's lips were slightly parted, so Harm slid his tongue in and touched the tip of AJ's. The other man's gasp gave him more room to manoeuvre, deepening the kiss. Harm couldn't believe what he was doing; yet AJ hadn't moved an inch.

'God, he tastes so good.'

Suddenly, he was turned and pressed up against the desk. AJ had his leg pressed into Harm's groin feeling the hardness there saluting him. Harm was kissed with a fever of passion he'd never known existed. It left him light headed, and out of breath. Thanks to his CO's strength, he stayed upright when his knees wanted to give out.

AJ pulled his leg from between his man's, wrapped his right arm around Harm's side and pulled him tight against him. They kissed sweetly like that for what seemed like a long time. Harm could feel a wet spot forming on his belly from the leaking precum. This man was going to be the death of him. He felt like a teenage boy; his emotions so out of control. But it was okay, he didn't mind losing his control when it came to this man. Well not any more, although these past weeks had been hell, but now he was exactly where he wanted to be. How the hell did he get to be so lucky?

Sighing, Harm rested his forehead on AJ's.
AJ looked deep into blue eyes. What he saw there was a total mix of love, trust, and lust. AJ realized that Harm wanted him. Wanted him to make Harm his and there was nothing AJ wanted more. They both knew that this was not just a one-night stand, nor was this them getting over a limited time lust phase. No, this was definitely something deeper, something much more meaningful and surprising that had happened.
AJ finally recognized what he had been feeling these last weeks. Around his old heart there was a lightness he'd never felt before. AJ's mind was locked on the beauty and the wonder of this man before him. Finally AJ had fallen deeply, passionately, and hopelessly in love. It had almost passed under his nose without him even noticing. Finally here he was Harm; his mate, his partner, his lover. He knew it with a certainty that overwhelmed him. And deep within him was a tremendous fear. Fear that somehow Harm wouldn't feel the same way. But the look in Harm's eyes mirrored AJ's feelings and knew they felt exactly the same way. They were seeing their reason for existing in one another's eyes. To be together. To be united in body and soul.

'Oh God, he was turning into a total sap in his old age.' AJ drew Harm to him and kissed him like he'd never stop.

When the Admiral's raised voice had quieted and gone silent, Mac's nerves got the better of her. With the hair on her neck raised, she decided to open the door silently. The sight of the Admiral and Harm locked in an intimate embrace was breath-taking.

To say that Mac was shocked was the understatement of the year. She just stood there befuddled. She had to consciously pick her jaw up off the floor.

Suddenly everything seemed to fall into place, the world was in perfect sync - the way it should be. Smiling she quietly closed the door and left the two men to enjoy their new-found love for one another.

As she turned to leave the outer office, she almost bumped into Tiner in the doorway. She turned to follow Tiner's movements with her eyes. When she saw that he was moving toward the Admiral's office, she felt panic flowing through her body. With her heart in her throat, she quickly called out.

"Ah, Tiner, you can't go in there." Mac held her breath.

"I need to get this to the Admiral." He moved closer to the door.

"That can wait," she answered in a loud-pitched voice.

"But he told me he wanted to see this as soon as it got in the door," Tiner almost whined.

"I know he's busy right now. Believe me you don't want to disturb him." Mac smiled sweetly at Tiner hoping he would follow her lead. "Anyway, he said I could borrow you for a few minutes. I need you to help me locate some files. I've been looking all over, but I can't seem to find them. The expert that you are; you're just the man for the job."

"You're just saying that, aren't you."

"Of course not."

"Sure you are."

"Okay but I'm really on the spot here. You have to help me. The Admiral is going to have my butt if I don't find them now or more like yesterday. Please, please, help me." She lowered her eyes and looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes with a pleading look, silently praying he would buy it.

"Oh all right, if you're absolutely sure he won't miss these papers. I don't want to get in trouble."

"I'm sure, and you won't, I promise. This won't take long, come on." Mac's heart rate fell a couple of notches and she was able to breathe more easily. Now she could only hope no one else would walk in on the Admiral and Harm.

"Okay," Tiner followed the Major out of the office, "What were the files you were looking for....?”

Their voices faded, not that the men behind the door even noticed.

THE END ???

Support the fandoms!!! Posted this to one of my lists the mods thinking of maybe closing

Mon, 22 Oct 2007 13:38:17 GMT

Close this down and you will automatically end up on my spanking list. you'll never know when I'll come by your house with my paddle ;)

Anyways I've been reading and writing slash fic for more than ten years now - God I'm getting old :|.

It's been a great ride with tons of amazing slash fics from the great ones like Xanthe, Kassandra, Vyper, Raven, Viridian, Amiee, Aries, Bertie, Sergeeva, JiM and many many more. With the beautiful visual feast the guys at theban band, Jen's amazing manips at InXplicable, Neiges lovely manips for me and others give. These writers and artists have feed my soul and I'm all the richer for it.

One thing I've learned is that fandoms move up and down. but because of good people like the ones above, despite the fact some have been hunted down and have their fics deleted on the web for the sole reason of their fic being slash. They are still going strong.

For my hero Walter at Squidge.org who put up a server for slash to avoid deletion of slash archives. Many of you might not be old enough to remember or know about this prosecution from so called 'God fearing and law abiding' people that hunted us and got internet provider’s to shut us down and deleted tons of great fic some that we’ll never get back. There are still writing going on because these people inspired me and other to write, and we will hopefully inspire others for follow.

Anyway what I wanted to say before I lost my head to my rant. Is that fandoms don’t die, list comm. what ever don’t die unless YOU let it. As long as people want to work for the cause it will live.

I still write old shows like JAG and X-files and so does others, we wont let them die. I have tons of unfinished fic waiting to be done. For God’s sake I bought a house in the country to have the peace to write and hopefully I’ll finish all of them before I die. I’ve just started my first fic in the Numb3rs fandom but I need people like you to keep it alive, comm. like this one does that.

And ONE thing people if you want fic the you have to feed the writers muse and the only way to do that is FEEDBACK!!!!!

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