One Shots

Jealousy, Jealousy (Rhack)

Some mature content at the end.

Jack would never admit that he was the jealous type, but it was blatantly obvious to anyone who payed attention to his relationships. He was possessive but Rhys never understood why, considering Jack knew that Rhys would never leave him let alone cheat on the man. (Frankly he was too afraid for that to even be an option) Rhys shrugged to himself, twirling in his office chair at his big fancy desk that Jack had gifted him. Rhys heard a knock on the door and glanced up, pressing the button on his desk to allow the door to be opened.

"Hiya Pumpkin," Jack said smoothly, making his way over to the desk and sitting on top of it. Rhys smiled at the nickname,  pushing himself closer to Jack. "Watcha doing in here? hm?" Rhys grabbed his hands and put them on his head so Jack would touch him. "Thinking." He said.

"Yeah?" Jack started to run his fingers through Rhys' hair slowly, making him practically purr at the contact. "About what?" Jack knew Rhys had a lot to be thinking about recently given the fact he is now the CEO of Atlas, but something wasn't right. Rhys' smile dropped slowly. "A lot of people here tend to... hit on me, flirt- I guess." He said, looking away from Jack. Jack slowly lifted Rhys' chin up, making him look directly into his eyes. Rhys gulped. "Now Rhysy, who here specifically has been hitting on you?" Jack asked, his pupils dilating. Rhys knew that look, it wasn't good. Jack's temper was short, Rhys knew that a little too well.

"Um- I don't-He-T-They..." Jack shushed him and let go of Rhys' face, clearly irritated. Rhys slumped down in his chair, twiddling with the bracelet on his wrist. "Don't give me that bullshit answer, I know you like the attention but there was a reason you told me, Princess." Rhys looked up cautiously, struggling to keep eye contact with the man before him. His gaze was terrifying, yet it felt like home to him. 'Beautiful blue and green eyes.' Rhys thought.

"Hey-, princess," Jack snapped his fingers in front of Rhys' face. He looked up immediately, regretting telling Jack anything in the first place. Jack was not someone to be messed with and while Rhys knew that he couldn't help but like the attention it caused. "Some people from R&D and Weapons, um-" Jack hopped off the desk and started walking to the door, his hand resting on top of the pistol in his holster.

"Wait where are you going?" Rhys asked, getting up and making his way toward him. Jack stopped and turned to face him. "If you don't give me specific names of the people who are hitting on you Pumpkin, " Jack leaned in, whispering into his ear making Rhys shiver at the contact. "The whole team is gonna get sent into space via airlock." Rhys' face dropped, "Jack you can't kill them just because they were hitting on me- That's just mean. I need them to manufacture weapons and research and-" Jack stopped him, grabbing his hands and wrapping them around his waist. They were so close so quickly it caught Rhys off guard for a moment. His chest fluttered.

"I can do whatever the fuck I want." Jack said sternly, grabbing Rhys' throat. The room felt small and suffocating, yet safe at the same time. "Jack- p-please, don't k-kill them," Rhys tried to talk but Jack's grip got tighter and tighter with each word that escaped his pretty little mouth. "What's wrong Rhys?" Jack whispered into his ear, biting it lightly. Rhys moaned, grabbing onto Jack's strong arms. "You upset they won't flirt with you anymore?" Jack pushed him back towards the desk, lifting him on top of it with his hand still gripped tightly around his throat.

"J-Jack.." Rhys groaned, his pants started to get tighter and his face got red. He couldn't believe this was actually turning him on. Jack noticed what was happening and he laughed lightly. "So horny, all the time..." Rhys' face got even more red if possible, his eyes begging for Jack to do something, anything. "Now, answer my fucking question," Jack said loudly, tightening his grip on Rhys' throat. He coughed and grabbed onto the man's arms around his throat.

"Y-yes! I love the a-attention.." Rhys said, biting his lip. Jack smiled at him, lessening his grip a little. He knew Rhys was an attention whore but damn. "Am I not enough for you?" Jack knew Rhys loved him, he knew he was enough. (Maybe that was just his ego talking) but he just liked seeing Rhys all hot and bothered, begging to just be touched. "You a-are! You're m-more than enough J-Jack-" Jack started to touch Rhys' pants slowly, making him moan. "J-jack, we can't- someone c-could-" Jack put his hand on Rhys' mouth and continued to touch him, unbuttoning his pants.  Rhys' eyes widened as Jack touched him. He couldn't help but moan, Jack knew where to touch him and how. It amazed him every time.

"I want you to show me just how enough I am for you.." Jack said slowly, unbuttoning his own pants and pulling them down. Rhys was practically drooling, his pupils dilated. Jack loved how messed up Rhys got when he touched him, even the slightest touch would have him melting in the palm of his hand. "My pretty little boy," Jack said as Rhys began to touch him slowly, stroking up and down.

"If those people hit on you again- especially  while i'm here," Jack said, groaning lightly as Rhys took him into his mouth. "I will fuck you right in front of them, in the middle of the room where everyone can see you being the little slut you are." Rhys moaned, looking into Jack's eyes.

"I understand, sir." He said, swallowing him whole again. Jack ran his fingers through his hair, pulling lightly.

"Good. Now be a good boy for me and make me feel good." Rhys did just that, his perfect little mouth making Jack moan.