jack_not_doc (jack_not_doc) wrote in sharp_kisses,

Ending a Life

After leaving Sawyer at the hotel, Jack went to his condo and gathered a few things. Looking around at the barren living room, he realized that no matter how impetuous his decision to let Sawyer turn him, he wouldn’t miss his life. Certainly he wouldn’t miss the emptiness he’d tried to fill with an endless round of bodies that’d filled his bed since Sarah left.

Jack needed his life to change, and while becoming a vampire seemed a more extreme step than a trip to Phuket, Jack felt ready to reject everything he’d know to this point. A couple months in Thailand wouldn’t change his basic situation even if it would help him get some perspective. Besides, who’s to say Jack could take Sawyer to Thailand for a jaunt anyway. Not like Jack’d planned to enjoy the beaches, he’d wanted to go solely for the sex and gambling.

Driving back to the hospital, Jack fingered the bandage on his neck replaying images from the night before. He’d never ever met someone to whom he was so sexually attuned. Jack’d always liked it rough, and despite the health hazard, he’d always loved bloodsport. With Sawyer, he didn’t have to justify his desires. Sawyer shared them and then some. And after Sawyer turned him, they could indulge those desires for as long as their bodies held up. Jack laughed softly. Evidence suggested that their bodies could hold up for a long, long time.

As Jack entered the hospital, one of the residents did a double take, “Rough night, Shephard?”

Jack winked, “exactly how I like it.”

The resident looked taken aback, but Jack didn’t care. He knew the hospital rumor mill had spread the news about both his bisexuality and his enjoyment of bdsm. After all, Jack couldn’t particularly hide his lifestyle, not when he changed in and out of scrubs almost everyday in a relatively public locker room.

Knocking on the head administrator’s door, Jack entered his office, then sat down to make his case. After enduring Carl’s manufactured compassion, Jack asked for more time than he needed. Signing the documents, he wondered if Carl would be so accommodating if he knew that Jack intended never to return. But it was an idle thought. Jack didn’t care. Nor did Carl, not really. He’d miss the business Jack attracted and the fundraising benefits of having a handsome young “miracle worker” worker on staff. But personally, Carl didn’t give a rat’s ass about Jack or his mental health.

Jack stopped next at his office. But after a quick scan, he decided he didn’t need any of the crap he’d accumulated. The photographs he still had scattered around meant even less than his diplomas. On a whim, he pocketed a set of scalpels a sales representative had left for him to try. Jack thought about slicing through Sawyer’s skin, then licking the trail of blood, tongue teasing the sharp cut. He shivered, disturbed by the image and the intensity of the arousal it provoked. But then he remembered Sawyer’s face above him, rapturous as they fucked. He thought about Sawyer’s eyes turning gold, his visage shifting, and Jack’s cock swelled. He shuddered as he licked his lips almost tasting the blood he’d painted on his mouth, practically hearing Sawyer come with magnificent howl.

A knock on the door interrupted Jack’s daydream, and he hurried to sit behind his desk to hide his erection before he call for the person to come in. Jack barely suppressed a groan when his father entered his office.


“Yes, Dad?”

Jack almost snorted when he saw how taken aback his father looked at Jack’s appearance. Sawyer didn’t drain that much blood. But Jack supposed that his sexual escapades marked his face as much as they’ve marked his body.

“Carl mentioned that you’ve decided to take a leave of absence.”

Jack sighed, “Yes.”

“Have you been thinking about this for long?”

“For awhile,” Jack lied, “but I only decided last night.”

“We could have talked.”

Jack huffed with humorless laughter. “When? After I assaulted you? Or maybe we could’ve had a heart to heart after your drunken ineptitude murdered that woman?” He shook his head. “No, Dad, this decision’s my own.” Erection long gone, Jack gathered a few things from his desk drawers for show, then stood facing his father. “I’ll see you and Mom soon,” he promised, “but I need a few days for myself.”

Leaving his father in his office, Jack smirked to himself. Yeah, he’d visit his mother and father soon, but he’d bring a guest and they’d celebrate in ways his parents couldn’t even imagine. Humming under his breath, Jack picked up his pace, eager to see Sawyer again.
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