Fics like why did love put a gun in my hand? (in my bed, in my head, in my hand)

“This reminds me of our last trip to Vegas, and not in the fun way,” Jack said, and he saw the comprehension in Mac’s eyes. They were locked in a room they couldn’t escape from, only instead of being together in a bunker, there was at least a foot of concrete and a bulletproof window between them. They also had no food or water, and while the temperature was comfortable for the moment, that didn’t mean it would stay that way. “And just like Vegas, somebody’s watching us.” Jack pointed, and sure enough, up in the corner closest to the doors in each room was a camera with a blinking red recording light. “Hey, asshole! How about you come down here and say hi to your guests? This doesn’t seem very hospitable.” He heard Mac sigh, and knew without looking he was rolling his eyes. “Glad we got to discuss our strategy this time,” he muttered, but without real heat behind it. (Also known as: Jack and Mac get kidnapped by a homophobe who thinks they're a couple and forces them to make an impossible choice... and then they become a couple.)

Fics like why did love put a gun in my hand? (in my bed, in my head, in my hand)

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