Title: Role Reversal
Fandom: Kings
Rating: R
Length: 323
Content notes: Sex, vague hints at consent issues related to royalty having sex with non-royalty, very slight kink.
Author notes: For this prompt at comment-fic: “Kings, Jack/David, he had the love of the destined king.” Also for fan-flashworks for the Role Reversal prompt.
Summary: Jack isn’t used to this.



“It’s hard to believe you’re real,” Jack said, stroking David’s neck as David’s large hands gripped Jack’s hips. He was straddling David’s lap, leaning down to kiss his jaw, when he suddenly realized why those words seemed so familiar, but so strange coming from his own lips.

Jack remembered. Then he winced.

It’s hard to believe you’re real. How many times has someone said that to Jack? Some beautiful young man, trembling at the opportunity to touch Jack’s royal flesh, staring with reverence, with the belief that they were touching someone too worthy for them, that they were tasting something perfect and pure.

The awe was always vaguely sickening. Never enough that Jack would stop, that he would think more than a second about if he were taking some unfair advantage.

And now. David. Too beautiful, too wanton, too pure to be real.

Jack closed his eyes. That is it, Jack thought, That just now was the moment I admitted to myself that I knew all along that David’s going to be king.

Jack pulled away, but David grabbed his wrist, his grip fast, strong.

“Did I do something?” David asked, eyes wide and sincere, full of concern.

So innocent, too innocent… disgustingly innocent, Jack thought even as he thought of David’s lower lip, of biting down on it just to hear David moan.

Jack smirked, bitter. He ran his fingers through David’s hair, then pulled lightly. “You ever think about what the future holds?”

“No one knows the future, Jack.”

“So naïve,” Jack said, patting David’s cheek, just too light to be a slap. “You’ll need my advice, you know.”

“Advice for what?”

Jack paused. “For everything, farmboy.” He could see that David was about to object, so he moved his hand downward, into David’s pants.

David arched into the touch, groaned. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, and Jack kissed it, tasted the sweat.

Intoxicating. Like aged wine.

Unreal.