WIP Wednesday
A little bit of MacDalton to share for today's snippet. This started out a few years back for another fandom before I rewrote it for Macgyver and been sitting unfinished ever since.
“You…” Jack tips his own head forward, brushes his lips back and forth across Mac’s. His hand is fisted so tight at the crown of Mac’s head that Mac isn’t able to move, forced to stay where he is. Forced to take whatever his lover deems to give him and it sends his blood boiling.
Jack pulls away from his lips just enough to speak, eyes blazing. The shared breath between them hot and electric. His voice is so low, so smooth and rough by the same accords, it’s like whiskey and honey running over him, enveloping him. “…are a bad, bad boy, MacGyver.”
Jack leans back in, he tips Mac’s head a bit more and captures Mac’s mouth in a teasingly soft kiss; tender, slow, languid swipes of his tongue over Mac’s lips, along the cut of his jaw and down his neck before he’s pulling away again.
“Yeah?” Mac questions breathlessly, tongue peeking out to swipe across his lips, savoring the taste of Jack that still lingers there. “What’re you gonna do about it, Dalton?”












