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cryptic-michael · 4 months

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To Wet to Focus

A self indulgent fic about Jack Bauer being way to horny at work and rubbing one out in his office. Please note: this has a Trans Jack Bauer.

Summary: Jack Bauer is a man of control. He prides himself on being able to tend to things and his work, solve cases and other things in a day. But sometimes he wishes he wasn't at work, and he knew when he woke up that morning with an ache between his legs it was going to be a long..long day.

Jack tries his best to rub one out in his office.

Warnings: Pure Smut. AFAB/Female genitalia, some fem genital words. Descriptive story, and of AFAB genitals masturbating. Public/Work masturbation. (Not been beta read) 18+

Jack Bauer could easily pride himself on all of his self control. He felt he could call himself the epidemy of any other man in his field of work, with some slightly higher praises and expectations. He was extramly proud of how far in life he'd come given all the hands he was delt, and how hard it was for him to deal with it all.

The easier part of working at the CTU was ensuring he was just, one of the guys. Easy enough, no one knew or expected much of anything from him, the harder part of it was trying to keep up his.....everything else.

The sleep schedule, work life vs home life balance that was practically nonexistent, having all of his needs met and tended to was also strongly hard(he could count the number of times one one hand, how he forgot to eat, even go use to bathroom due to work pile ups).

It never felt good, forgetting to eat or getting enough sleep made anyone feel bad but there was somthing worse.

Forgetting to take his meds.

Jack had been on testosterone shots for, a very very long time now, started them years ago to better ensure and help him be himself. And oh God did it come at a coast.

They're expensive sadly, and he always felt embarrassed from the pharmacy when he picked them up still, and having them covered by work insurance made his heart race and jump out of his chest when first asked about it.

Eveyone knew he took them to some degree, it was more of a joke on him hitting an extramly early male menopose due to the work environment, but he was able to brush it away and say he was just born with a hormonal issue and such

It's easy to lie but he hated it. He didn't like lying, it made him feel sick as well as other things did.

Something that also made him feel sick was his mind, swimming with the worst thoughts ever. Thoughts he had since waking up, hell they started as dreams really.

It started off with him having a great time enjoying himself someplace and getting off with a real dick. One he could rub his hands over and feel as it grew and throbbed in his hands, one that was aching to be touched as he began to wither and moan under his own hands in his hazy perfect dream he was so rudly awaken by his alarm.

He snuggled up to his beloved wife Teri giving her a whimpering whine as he rubbed against her in a exhusted dreamy haze still. "Jaaack~" She giggled at her very needy husband. "Not right now, you have work handsome..." Always the morning bird that woman was....

"Pleaaaase..." He begged gently swinging a leg over her to rub aginst her, a more than noticeable soken wet patch in his boxers getting her a bit excited to.

"Fine~ come here my needy boy~" What started with him humping her leg like he was some common mutt, quickly turned into his second alarm going off. Telling him he HAD to get going otherwise he'd be late. He HAD to go shower and leave for work frustrated.

Teri was fine, she was home today, and could easily tend to herself with any of the many toys they had....Jack? He'd whine his way to the showers and wash up. Feeling that aching tension in his lower region trying desperately to get off in the shower but still he couldn't cum.

After his dialy routine of packing, and getting ready he happily took the small bullet vibratory from Teri, "For an emergency Jack~" god he wished he came right there because he felt like he could, especially with having kissed her so sweetly before leaving.

He got stuck in traffic, making him thirty minutes late. He had a mountain of paperwork at his desk, worked right through lunch, and was now so agitated and horny he wanted to scream. He kept snapping at people, he absoutly pummeled a guy in interrogation by mistake, and now had his leg bouncing as he tried to focus on paperwork.

Throughout the day he'd keep adjusting himself too. He realized he probably seemed off today, but truth be told, he would have humped the bathroom sink if he was able to get away with that's how horny he was.

As he let out a very frustrated groan in the late afternoon air, giving a death glare to his paperwork instead of doing it, he was greeted with a pleasant surprise. Tony dropped by with a once in a blue moon peace offering to cool Jack's nerves. Coffee. It at least served as a distraction before he left him to it.

A short teasing banter between them, with Tony asking if Teri left him too hot and bothered that morning before sending him off to work. "Stuck with some blue balls huh?" He asked as he handed the coffee to Jack who snapped back with a growl of frustration on to get the hell out of his office.

Jack couldn't help but want Tony to bend him over the desk and fuck him six ways though. His mind kept doing that today. Everyone who talked to him practicly had him dripping more and more, he was scared he'd have a wet patch in his pants come lunch. Thank god for dark navy colors.

Jack was stuck at work now however. Forced to text his wife saying he'd be late home becuse he HAD to finish the last fifty pages of paperwork at his desk.

It wasn't the worst thing, but it was to him. His hot need distracting him like it did earlier today.

It's been a root of all his problems today. First this morning when he couldn't cum on Teri, then when he tried so despratly to hold the pleasant little vibrator between his thighs on the way to work only to get more wet and having to turn it off quickly. Trying(and failing multiple times) to rub one out in a feverish haze in a bathroom stall today. He had a meeting he wanted, he begged to skip becuse he wanted to have alone time.

He didn't tell anyone that, just said he wasn't feeling well. Which sparked talk in the CTU building.

"Jack Bauer? The killing machine? Sick!?" He'd explain its a bad migraine, which just earned him recommendations and a migraine pill, which helped...with the very real headache that was forming from stress and agitation.

This was all hours and hours ago, it was far to late now, and he did have a wet patch on his pants now. A sizable one to, the size roughly of a golf ball, and oh god it was making him feel extra pleasuring waves like he'd been feeling off and on allllll day.

He was so wet. Everytime he went to piss today he was just soken wet. He made his packer slick and even tried to quickly rub one out in the stall a few times. His fingers would imidiatly get coated in his manly slick as he played with himself for a bit before stopping and rushing back to work.

He was being dirty. He was being so bad, Teri would kill him....and his coworkers would hate him.

He didn't care about that right now though. He was alone. It was 10pm and everyone had left about this time.

Jack had his legs kicked up on the desk, only a few pages left to do as he had his pants around his knees. Biting his hand as he used the too strong bullet vibrator on his swollen hard t-dick. Soft whines and muffled groans came from deep within his chest, as he snaked his bitten hand down to reach for his soft packer. It wasn't very big, or that much, but the way he needed something in him, now was killing him slowly.

The way his legs shook the second he pushed it inside of himself. How he was withering beneath his own hands again just like in his dream. He felt that burning hot sensation he'd felt countless times throughout the day, this time it was accompanied with a pleasant coil tightening itself inside of him.

"Oh god-" He was louder now, he was getting louder by the passing second. Huffing and moaning, as the squelching sound of his wet folds tightened around his packer while he hurried to make rushed needed circles and pushed on his clit with his vibe.

The burning sensation that flooded his abdomen, as his legs stiffened and gently shook. His toes trying to curl in his dress shoes, as he slightly kicked at his desk huffing shaky breaths out as he involuntarily shook and bent to the will that was a desprate need to cum.

"O-Oh god, oh god, Oh God!!! Fuuck! Please, please, please-" Begging filled the room as he picked up pace. Making quick circles with his vibrator, desprate to cum from the wonderful device that was leaving him in tears and numb feeling as he fucked himself on his packer.

The power of the vibrator was slowing, but he was to far gone to really care. He kept trying harder and harder to cum. Right as he felt he could begin to topple over the edge, it died. Right as he was about to go over the edge...it up and died on him. A pathetic whine and plead of frustration left him, as out of pure anger and frustration he yelled, throwing the damn thing across the office as he fell back flat into his chair. It bounced around a little bit, and he's pretty sure he broke it, but all he could do was let out a sob of sexural frustration.

He felt like a horny teenager. Pants at his anckles, chair damp with his slick, hand and packer drenched and glistening in the soft light of his office, all while he had one thought on his mind. "I need to cum right now-" Warm tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he breathed out shaken breaths feeling his whole body jitter and shake.

The still quiet air being broken by his shaky panting breaths, and the softest echoing sound of a gentle ocassional drip! Hitting the floor that was his slick falling onto the tiles beneath him.

Eveything felt too much and not enough at that moment as he softly cried warm tears of frustration. He didn't cry much anymore, he never really cried much to begin with, but a lot less now. He also wasn't ever this horny, this desprate and needy anymore. He felt like a whing bitch in heat, god he wanted to beg for some dick right about now...

He could also just....finish the last what, eight pages of work and go home? Let Teri play with him all night until he's crying from it all. He loved it when she did that, when she would take care of him all night like he did her.

It made him feel so loved.

But he couldn't, not right now, he couldn't think properly either. Thoughts coming in lose lines of hazyness, a fuzzy feeling as he gathered what remains of his thoughts he had to try so hard, to fuck himself.

Trading hands to more properly rail himself on his own dick, he took immense pleasure in how it felt. The wet sounds filling the air as did his shuttering, shakey moans as he kept pumping into himself at a rapid, near feral pace. A sharp, "Ah!" Came from him when he pulled it out, only to make a mess on the floor and chair under him. His wet slick dripping more and more as he began to squirt at his desk. The watery slick cum falling onto the floor with a sound akin to pouring water onto tiles.

Not much but enough to let him know he needed some paper towels from the bathroom before he left for home...or use all the tissues in the box.

But for now all he was, was a man so needy and horny. Though he couldn't help but tease himself either on his packer. Having it tease his folds now and again, rubbing it aginst himself and over his clit as his eyes closed. He could feel his face burning up in a heat of pleasure as much as his lowers were burning.

It wasn't enough for him however. He slouched further into the chair legs going higher and higher as he kept trying harder and harder to make himself cum before he had to stop. All the sloshes and sharp whines ceasted to exist as he simply stopped.

He was hurting. Not just from fucking himself so hard, but from that aching feeling, it felt unbearable. (And from fucking himself to hard with his soft packer, combined with laying wrong in the chair)

He felt like he was in pain. His whole body on fire with the worst heat being from his still aching vag, and with both hands slick with just some tissues to use to clean up, he took the chance to try, try everything in his power to just. Calm. Down.

To very little avail. Sure his hands got less wet, he half-assed cleaned up his very wet floor, and tossed them away, but he couldn't put his packer back in his pants. He still needed something to fill his aching needy hole.

So now, here he was legs shakily back up on his desk, as he got a little excited to began to fingering himself.

Jack took up biting his dress shirt as he teased his hot wet folds. The heat coming off of him could kept anyone warm, and he could hydrate all of LA from how wet he was. He kept feeling down there, gently teasing as he dripped his middle finger into himself shuddering at the cooler feeling of it as he whined out in pleasure.

It didnt take long as he added a second, then finally pushed three fingers inside of himself, his walls hot and slick as he moved them into and out of himself. His mind going blank and numb again as pleasure took over every sence he had, soft muffled sounds filling the air as he closed his eyes. Totally succumbing to the feeling he had.

His fingers stayed straight for a while, as he teasingly pulled at his clit, his too swollen little dick was begging for attention again as each tug and gentle touch sent electric waves of pleasure all through his body, making him jerk a few times. His fingers pushed harder and deeper inside of him, his palm rubbing against himself and his trimmed bush as he kept trying to find his extra sweet spot.

Which didn't take much longer. The rough texture familer to his fingers as he pushed aginst his walls, making a 'Come Heather' motion, as he shook with pleasure. His shirt falling from his mouth as he moaned out not careing if anyone was even at the office he just wanted to cum.

His coil inside his abdomen tightened with each tug and thrust, each soft whimpering moan brought him closer and closer to orgasum as his vocals grew, so did his urge to cum.

The way he dug his fingers deeper inside of him, shaking when he felt himself rub and scrape against his G-Spot inside while gently squeezing his small cock. He kept moaning, whing, the wet sounds and squelshes as he fingered himself drove himself wild. He could hear the wetness growing as the sounds filled the air. The burning feeling made him wither as he cried out more. Moaning loudly as he felt the knot inside him growing, tightening as his movements became more hated, rushed. The walls felt like he was burning, and the spot he kept rubbing against felt extra rough now.

Finally, when he broke the coil, feeling it snap inside of him like a worn out rubber band, he couldn't help but go silent. Body shaking as he felt contractions go haywire inside. He clamped down on his fingers unable to even move them. His mind going blank as a page as he mindlessly rubbed himself harder to ride out his much needed organism, before letting out a screaming moan, crying out into the night air as he rode out his high.

Back arching in his chair as he shook throwing his head back weeping tears of joyous pleasure as he came so hard he forgot where he was. Vision white as his ears rang, feeling his chest heave while he let out silent moans(even if they were loud he was temporarily deaf from pleasure) soft colorful stars splotches clouded his vision as he slowly regained his senses.

Tears streaming down his face, body shaking as he whimpered in his chair, hand drenched in slick, as his clit still throbbed making his whole pussy feel sore like he'd gone for 8 rounds on a to big dildo. He felt heavenly, and sticky.

Time seemed to finally catch up with him. It was 12am...he felt...amazing truthfully. He's sure Teri would be worried about him, but he was just..so...God damn horny. He hoped she'd forgive him as he tried to regain all sence of...well everything and what remained of his discarded dignity.

Jack slowly, gently pulled his fingers out of himself, the ringing in his ears slowed so he could hear the wet squelches and pop as he exited himself. His eyes felt heavy with need for sleep, and his body felt sore all over like he'd gotten his ass kicked.

He laid his head back in his chair, shakily lowering his legs with a soft thud onto the ground as his shoes echoed on the floor. It made him wonder if you could hear the dripping hit the floor..probably.

While catching his breath, eyes closed for just a moment he unfortunately found himself fast asleep. His head was spinning with exhaustion as he promised hinself he'd close them for just a few minutes only to ultiamently succumb to sleep looking like a mess one might add.

Hair messy, as he had one hand over the side of the chair as the other on his stomach. A clear view of his bush and happy tail on show for anyone to see. Legs still pushed apart, spread out, showing off his still dripping wet, shaky vag as he slept with his mouth agape gently snoring.

Now if you asked him, he'd say it was all some vivid wet dream, within another vivid wet dream. Becuse when he awake he was at home, horny, wet as ever, and once again cuddling up to Teri who scolding him playfully about how horny he was.

If you asked Teri, she'd just give you a look.

...if you asked Tony what he heard that late night at the CTU office building, he'd say "Nothing." If you asked him what he saw, he'd say, "Jack doing paperwork...." but really he had the pleasure of stumbling on his friend, sprawled out in their chair, fast asleep and well....Tony didn't want Jack to be seen like that at work, so he just took him home, pretend he didn't hear his moans all though the night, or cries of pleasure, or the fact he saw him with his pants literly down.

Or...that he saw what Jack really had to offer. It at least explained a few very very minor small things, namely why he was acting the way he was today. Tony mentally wanted to make a period joke, then realized Jack really did have a case of blue balls- but it was more of a, "I'm so wet I'm gonna murder people" than blue balls.

"He fell asleep from work Teri," He'd lie to his wife as he carried a still passed out Jack into his own home, "You know how he is..." and it's ture, he did fall asleep from work. He worked very hard today just like he did any other day..

He did fall asleep from working to hard...

Among other things.

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openheart12 · 11 months

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You’re Losing Me

A/N: is this shit? yes. but this song? not shit

Summary: She’s at her breaking point. (dun dun dun)

WC: 1,427

~ You say, "I don't understand, " and I say, "I know you don't"

We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't ~

It had been six months and nothing changed, his empty promises remained unfulfilled. She was at her breaking point.

She loved him as if he was oxygen, needing him to live, to survive. His drinking had only gotten worse since his release from prison. The oxygen she needed turned to suffocating her. Things had gotten so bad that she started to dread going home, catching up on missing paperwork instead or sitting in her office wondering how things got to this point.

He usually wasn’t home until after midnight most nights, drinking at the bar that was close to their house. It was just after ten o’clock when she arrived home, surprised to see his car in the driveway.

She expected a fight when she walked through the door. The kitchen was trashed, plates shattered to pieces laid on the ground, an empty twelve-pack sat on the counter, the empty bottles strewn everywhere.

~ Remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light

Now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time

Do I throw out everything we built or keep it? ~

Fighting back tears, she grabbed the broom and started sweeping up the pieces of glass. “Home early?” he asked, coming into her view. She didn’t dare to speak, she was pissed. She was hurt. She was over it. “Silent treatment now?” he asked, slurring his words. “Did you at least have a good day at work?”

More silence.

“Jesus christ, Michelle, do you not know how to have a decent conversation?”

“How much have you had to drink?” she asked bitterly.

“Ah there it is, blaming me yet again. I had a couple beers, big deal.” he said defensively.

“I’m going to bed.”

“Whatever.” she wasn’t going to fight with him tonight, she’d save it for tomorrow night.

“Why are you being a bitch?” he asked.

~ I'm getting tired even for a phoenix

Always risin' from the ashes

Mendin' all her gashes

You might just have dealt the final blow ~

Stopping dead in her tracks, she turned around to face him, glaring at him. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“Fuck you, Tony.” she said before going upstairs to their bedroom. She pulled out a bag and started throwing clothes into it.

“Where are you going?” No answer. “Hello?” he snapped his fingers. “Earth to Michelle?” he tried again, knocking his hand over her hand.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she hissed.

“What the fuck is your problem tonight? Sorry you had a bad day at work but that isn't a reason to take it out on me.”

~ Stop, you're losin' me

Stop, you're losin' me

Stop, you're losin' me I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore

For you

'Cause you're losin' me ~

“Do you honestly think that work is my problem?”

“Nope,” he said, popping the ‘p.’ “Wanna know what my problem is?” he asked. “My problem is that you still work for the bastards who put me away and expect me to be okay with it.”

“Who’s going to pay the bills then? I’m not the one who can’t find a job.” She hadn’t meant to throw that out there, she knew how hard he looked for a job when he first got out. She remembered seeing the defeat every time he got turned down from one when they found out about his background.

His shoulders sank.

~ Every mornin', I glared at you with storms in my eyes

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick ~

Grabbing everything she needed, she zipped the bag shut. She retraced her steps back down the stairs, her hand on the doorknob. “Where are you going?”

She didn’t know where she was going. She hadn’t planned on leaving not until he gave her a reason and he had tonight. Ignoring him, she headed towards the door.

“If you walk out that door, then we’re done. That’s it.”

“We were done the moment you got out of prison. I can’t do this anymore.” her voice broke ever so slightly.

“You can’t do this anymore?” he laughed except there wasn’t anything funny about it. “What about me, Michelle? I can’t do this anymore.”

~ And the air is thick with loss and indecision

I know my pain is such an imposition

Now, you're runnin' down the hallway

And you know what they all say

You don't know what you got until it's gone ~

“You’re killing yourself, Tony, don’t you get that? I can’t stand around and watch it happen.”

“I’ll stop, I promise. I’ll get help, whatever it takes.” She was fighting back tears. The mood swings were the worst part. One minute he was begging her to stay and the next, he was telling her to leave him alone. It was a constant war with both sides losing.

“Don’t promise me that. Don’t promise me when I know that you’ll end up breaking it.”

“I went to prison for you, Michelle. Fucking prison. I had to make a decision whether to save you or everyone else. And I chose you, I’d choose you a million times over and this is my thanks?” he scoffed. “I think I deserve a little bit of leniency.”

~ Stop, you're losin' me

Stop, you're losin' me

I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore

For you

'Cause you're losin' me ~

“You shouldn’t have.” she said quietly. She didn’t need the reminder of why his life was a living hell. She lived it.

“Shouldn’t have what?”

“You shouldn’t have saved me. I would rather be dead than to know that all of this,” she gestured between the two of them, “is my fault.”

“You get to live your perfect life at your perfect job so screw me for having a hard time wondering what could be so bad for you.”

“My perfect life? Perfect job? What makes my life so perfect, Tony? My husband won’t even look at me.”

“I’m looking at you right now, Michelle. You’re making everything about yourself. God forbid that you suffer because I went to prison. Not everything is about you.” That pierced her right through the heart. He continued, “what do you want me to do? Get on my knees and beg for forgiveness?”

“I want you to care. I want you to want to get better. You’re looking at me, but are you listening?”

“Dammit, what the hell do you want?” There were a few beats of silence. “Just go,” he said finally.

So she did without another word. Closing the garage door behind her, she leaned back against it, her tears now streaming freely. What she didn’t know is that he stood on the other side, his head against the door. Both of them in their own hell with no end in sight.

He heard her sobs through the wooden frame and as much as it tore him up that he was the cause of her pain, he knew she’d be better off without him.

~ How long could we be a sad song

Til we were too far gone to bring back to life?

I gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy

And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier

Fighting in only your army

Frontlines, don't you ignore me I'm the best thing at this party ~

But all she wanted was him.

He debated on whether to open the door. Were they too far gone? Fuck, he murmured to himself. He had been an asshole, he wasn’t willing to lose her so he opened the door.

But she was already gone. Her perfume still lingered in the air, the only trace that she was ever there.

~ And I wouldn't marry me either

A pathological people pleaser

Who only wanted you to see her

And I'm fadin', thinkin'

"Do something, babe, say something"

"Lose something, babe, risk something"

"Choose something, babe, I got nothing

To believe

Unless you're choosin' me" ~

He lost her. She warned him, giving him so many signs and he didn’t see it until it was too late.

~ You're losin' me