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Sucking in a breath through gritted teeth, Jack arched into Neil's fingernails.

"No marks," he warned, pulling back enough to worm his hand between them and undo Neil's jeans, palm slipping inside. "Christ," he hissed, stroking once firmly before pulling back enough to slide under the elastic to take hold. Kisses fell again over neck and shoulders and collarbones, sucking softly and licking before moving on to another space.

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If he had to pinpoint a moment when he realized that he really had changed, he'd have to choose right now. He could feel himself harden inside, his spine straightening as his gut turned to stone. He'd been trying to prove to himself that he could just take. Not give a shit about anyone but himself.

That really bit him in the ass.

He hadn't realized how young Neil was until right now. He came off older. Jaded. But here he was and Jack looked through him and it wasn't like he could read his mind...but he knew that voice. And that voice and those eyes and Jack finally knew that Ianto and Gwen were right.

"You can," he said, and that was that, "because whether you want to admit it or not, you need somebody to help right now. Hate me when you're rested. I don't care. But go lay down,Neil," he ordered.

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If it was possible, I tense even more, and I have to struggle not to shrink in on myself. Not to just follow orders. That would be so easy, and I've always sorta been good at that. Maybe Logan was right. Maybe I do want someone around to tell me what to do.

Pulling away from him I sit down on the edge of the bed, just because he's blocking the door and there's really nowhere else to go, everything about my body language uncomfortable. I'm damn near skittish. But that doesn't stop the defiant tilt to my chin, and it doesn't stop my eyes narrow at him angrily. He's about twice as big as I am, and you'd have thought I'd have learned my lesson by now... Whatever. Maybe I just don't give a fuck.

"I can't stay here. I left my fucking dog at home. There's no one there to look after him. I can't stay here," I say again, ignoring that I'm basically pleading with him. I don't want to have to explain any more than that. Who the fuck does he think he is, anyway?

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Jack Fucking Harkness, that's who.

He drew his gaze from neil's face to his body, and even if it didn't seem like it, he really listened. Without another word, he turned to the side and opened the door before leaning, shirtless, against the wall.

"If you really wanna leave...go. If that's what you want," he purred.

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Christ, he's good. Really good, the fucking manipulative bastard, and it would be so easy and I'm just so fucking tired. Tired of fighting and tired of giving a shit. Just tired.

But there's something dangerous here, and it makes my stomach turn over in my gut, because I know that if I stay it's as good as giving up. It's only been two days.

Sucking in a sharp breath, I turn my face away, hiding that split second when something inside me cracks before I can get myself back under control. I push myself to my feet, looking around for my shoes before I realize I wasn't wearing any.

Stupid. Just fucking stupid.

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Jack crossed his arms, still watching Neil. He could learn more from seeing him move in this moment than if he'd talked to him for an hour.

Everybody lies. That's what Greg believed. Jack was good enough at watching people to know that words might lie, but bodies spoke loud and clear.

"You weren't wearing any."

[little_moons]

"Whatever," I mumble, my arms folding defensively across my chest as I force the anger back. Because anger is easier than... whatever.

I brush past him and out the door, feeling like there's this weight crushing down on my chest- Fucking christ, I'm suffocating in this place- arms tightening around my middle like I'm trying to hold everything inside. Feeling that knowing look follow me out the door... The only way I get away from that voice is because I just don't give a fuck anymore. Numb. I've just got to get the fuck out... Logan's right, I've always been good at running from shit.