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He propped himself up on his elbows, coloring faintly but still smiling. "That obvious, is it?" he asked, with another small laugh. He'd had a couple girlfriends here and there, a few drunken liaisons. But Jack was right - he'd never done anything with another guy. "Probably should've mentioned that."

Yes, Jack wasn't normally one to take it slow or to let anything stop him from his goal. But he was also a receptive partner, even as young as he was in that moment, and so when Scotty actually admitted that yes, he was the other man's first man to take to bed, Jack took that into consideration.

And so he smiled at Scotty, and shook his head. "It's alright," he said. "I mean. I'm kinda flattered. Being first and all. You see." He continued tracing, stroking, like he had been before, as he spoke. "Where I come from, when we're old enough, we have... Well. I guess you'd call them a mentor. An assigned adult to teach us the ropes of this kind of thing. Kind of like sex ed but more...hands on," he said, with a chuckle, and a pointed quirk of his eyebrow as he traced a little flourish rather close to Scotty's groin.

"Maybe that's what I can be then," he said. "To you, I mean. Teach you the ropes. If you're interested, that is..."

Jack was making it exceedingly difficult to focus; his attention kept wandering, pinpointing on Jack's hand on his leg. Not that he minded. The teasing just meant he'd enjoy it all the more once they made it past foreplay.

"Sounds a fair deal," Scotty answered, pausing to trail a hand over Jack's chest. "I teach you how t'enjoy a weekend, an' you. You teach me a few new dances, yeah?" He was relieved that Jack didn't seem at all concerned that he'd never taken another man to bed with him before.

"Sounds good to me," Jack said, before giving up on the teasing and cutting straight to the chase, wrapping his hand around Scotty's arousal and stroking it, firmly, not too slow, definitely not to fast. He bent, moving to run his tongue over the length of it, before grinning up at Scotty like the Cheshire cat.

"So," he asked, completely unabashedly, "d'you have any lube?" If not, he might have a spare packet in his pants pocket. ...he hoped.

Scotty sank back down, eyes closing as Jack stroked him, drawing in a long, slow breath. It had been too long. God, it'd been too long since he'd last had the time to do this. And

"I might have," he answered, in reply to Jack's question. "Try the desk, top right drawer?"

Jack nodded, smiling, and, after giving Scotty one more quality stroke with his hand, he got up and padded over to the desk. Top right drawer, he'd said, right? It took a little digging, but Jack eventually found what he was looking for wit ha soft, "aha!" and brought it back over to the bed. He put it down on the bed for a moment, before moving to position himself between Scotty's legs, spreading them wider so he could sit there and hooking his hands under his thighs to bend them up.

"I take it that since you've never been with another guy, that you've never experimented with penetration yourself before, then, am I right?" Jack asked, before he lowered his head and sucked the tip of Scotty's arousal in his mouth. He liked to multitask, whenever possible.

Scotty shifted, half-propping himself up on his elbows again to watch Jack as the other man went to dig through the desk drawer. All things considered, he was pretty sure he couldn't have done much better in finding a partner to experiment with.

He was, unfortunately, not as adept at multitasking as Jack, and it took a moment for him to answer Jack's question, on account of being thoroughly distracted. Not that being distracted like that was necessarily a bad thing. "Aye," he managed, after a moment, "You'd be right."

Jack hummed--he'd thought as much, then, people weren't nearly as experimental in this century as they would be in centuries to come--before removing his mouth again to talk. "Alright, well. How'd you like to try it out, then?" he asked. He grinned at the other man wickedly, sitting back a little so that he could give Scotty some time and space to think on this--young though he was, he definitely wasn't going to force anyone into anything they weren't completely feeling.

"You know, you could do me instead, if you want," Jack said. He had no problem topping from the bottom, as it were. "I'm game for anything here, Scotty. The sky's the limit."

He murmured wordlessly in protest when Jack stopped to talk, but Jack's question was a necessary one. In spite of the fact that Jack was willing to let him top, he made absolutely no move whatsoever to suggest he was thinking of going in that direction. "I think I'd rather you do me, yeah?" he answered, after a moment of consideration.

Jack grinned and nodded. "Alright, then. That can be arranged. That can definitely be arranged." Jack sat back, squeezing some of the lube out onto his hand, coating his fingers in it. Taking it slow, then, would probably be the best. He didn't want to hurt the other man, and he didn't want to make him go away or move too fast or anything like that. Patience, he coaxes himself, Patience.

"Just remember to stay relaxed and keep breathing, alright," Jack coaxed. "I promise, it'll be less awkward after a moment, okay? Can you do that much for me?" he asked. He needed to be sure the other man understood what he needed him to do, after all.

"Stay relaxed, keep breathin'. I think I can handle that." He wasn't exactly sure what to expect, but Jack seemed to know what he was doing. Stay relaxed. He was pretty relaxed already; it shouldn't be too difficult to stay relaxed. Keep breathing. He could do that. He took a breath, grinned at Jack, and told him, "Ready whenever you are."

Well, he'd gotten all the confirmation he needed, so without further ado, Jack slowly slid a finger inside of him. He knew that it was strange, and he knew that from this moment, the other man probably couldn't see the appeal to it. To keep his interests up, Jack moved his other hand to wrap around Scotty's arousal once more, giving it some attention as well. And he started talking. Because Jack liked to talk, as it turned out. "So. Academy dorms," he said, smiling down at Scotty smugly, although his tone was nonchalant, as if he weren't doing what he was at the same time he struck up a conversation. "They're not bad. I've definitely had to stay in worse, at least. And we've got a bed. Floors are nowhere near as comfortable."

The new sensation was different. Not bad, really, just different. It would take a bit of getting used to, but it wasn't unpleasant. "Yeah," he replied, a bit distracted, continuing the conversation, "They're not too bad." He didn't mind Jack talking, didn't mind replying. He just hoped Jack didn't mind too much if he wasn't exactly in the frame of mind to carry out an in-depth intelligent conversation.

Jack really wasn't looking for in-depth conversation. He was just looking for something casual, something relaxing, something to fill the silence and make this less about how weird it could be and more about just another experience. Because that's what it was, essentially. Just another experience for the two of them. Jack continued talking as he worked on preparing Scotty, getting him used to the feeling before gently adding another finger in.

"Well, they're a lot better than a cot in a bunker, that's for sure," Jack said, with a smile. "Although haven't you heard of decorating? I mean. What is all of that stuff anyway?" he asked, nodding over to what he assumed was Scotty's desk, since it was the closest to the bed they were laying on.

He tensed a bit at the addition of a second finger, took a breath, and relaxed again, grateful that Jack was taking it slow. It took a bit of getting used to, but he couldn't really find any reason not to keep going. And maybe it was a little weird, but not weird enough that he wanted to stop.

"That's all stuff I'm workin' on. Y'know, for class." He wasn't exactly much interested in talking about classwork, though. "I'd decorate, but I'm never here, so there's not much point."

Jack worked gently, but efficiently, stretching, shifting, getting Scotty used to the feeling of it all. He nodded at what the other man had to say. "Well, yeah, I can see where you're coming from," he said. "I mean. It is a dorm room. You're not gonna live here forever, why bother too much." Jack's own dorm room was decorated in a similar vein. Except he didn't have projects on his desk, so it was mostly...well. Empty. He'd always liked to travel light, as it were.

Jack shifted a little. He could just go from here, but. It was Scotty's first time. It was probably better to be extra careful than make it a bad experience for him. And so he added a third finger to the mix, Stroking Scotty's arousal with the other hand while he did so. "So. You said you were in Engineering, right?" he asked, grinning as he spoke.

He didn't spend enough time in his dorm to make it worthwhile to decorate; he was either busy with classes or working on various projects in the engineering shops, getting up early and staying out late. And even with advanced transportation courtesy of twenty-third century technology, he had moved from Glasgow to San Francisco, and of necessity had packed as little as possible.

"Yeah," he answered, though it was clear from his tone of voice that his mind was definitely not on the conversation. "Engineerin', yeah." He was finding it increasingly difficult to keep from pushing his hips up to meet Jack's hands.

"Engineering. Huh," Jack said, with a smile down at the other man, getting a kick out of the fact that he was trying to answer even though his thoughts definitely weren't anywhere near what he was saying to him. He almost wanted to try and mess with him while he was in such a position, but. There were other things he could be doing, and they would be a lot more fun than talking ever would be.

Still. Jack's love for talking got the best of him, and so he couldn't help but add in another comment there. "Engineering. Must be hard," he said, at the same time he stroked his hand firmly on Scotty's arousal and crooked his fingers inside of him, automatically seeking out that nub of nerves he knew would make the other man see stars for a moment. Ever the practical joker, Jack was...

Any potential reply was cut off abruptly as Scotty bucked against Jack's hands, unable to stop himself. He definitely hadn't been expecting that. "Jack--" Why he'd never tried this before was beyond him. God, he'd been missing out. He took a deep breath, let it out slowly. Tilted his head up a bit to look at the other man. "It's difficult, yeah," he said, as nonchalantly as he could manage. Two could play at that game. Well. Jack could play at that game, and he could pretend he could play at that game.

"Difficult, huh?" Jack said, grinning at the bucking of Scotty's hips against his hands, and at Scotty's attempt at nonchalance. Unfortunately for Scotty, or maybe fortunately, depending on how you looked at it, Jack was practiced at this sort of game. He shifted his grip on Scotty's arousal, setting up a slow, teasing, almost too slow and teasing stroking rhythm. "I can only imagine," he drawled. "I mean. I don't know anything about machinery, really. At the Academy that I attend, things are a lot more...military," he said, crooking his fingers and brushing past that spot inside of him again, languidly, "than they seem to be here..."

He bit back a groan, shutting his eyes, fighting the urge to outright plead with Jack for more. "Starfleet's--" He swallowed, took a breath. "An exploratory - Jack - peace-keeping organization - Jack, please--" So much for not outright pleading. Jack was driving him absolutely crazy in all the best possible ways, and it was damn near impossible to resist trying to grind his hips against the other man's hands again.

Alright. Jack could just keep going like this. But the other man's groans and the sound of his voice pleading with him -- and oh yeah, it looked like that name was definitely being marked down as a repeat alias, he liked the sound of it as the other man groaned it at him -- Jack didn't really think he could keep up this whole only touching and not really getting anything out of it himself business. So Jack slid his fingers out of Scotty, slowly, definitely sure that the other man was at least prepared for the next step. He found the lube once more and, flipping it open again, made sure to coat his own arousal in it before moving forward, taking himself in his hand and positioning himself at Scotty's entrance. He paused there, however, because it was only polite to ask, "...ready?"

He sighed softly as Jack paused to finish preparing; it was a necessary step, but he was impatient to keep going. "Aye, yeah," he answered, a little breathless again, when Jack asked if he was ready. If Jack had been able to coax his earlier reactions out of him with just his fingers... "Come on, then. Let's do this, yeah?" He took another deep breath, and gave Jack a small nod, ready to let him go where no man had gone before.

Jack really didn't need any further prompting and, without further ado, gently guided himself inside the other man, slowly and steadily and keeping a very firm mind on the matter at hand so that he wouldn't get distracted and let how good this felt get the better of his concentration. He brought a hand to where it had been before, stroking lightly as he let the other man get ready to the sensation of this. It definitely would be a bit new for him, that was for sure. "Alright?" Jack asked, because. He wanted Scotty to be alright. Needed him to be because damn it, this felt so good and he just wanted to get started already please.

Stay relaxed, keep breathing. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good," he reassured Jack, shifting just a little bit. It was new, yes, and it was different, but it still wasn't unpleasant. "I'm good," he repeated, as if Jack needed to hear it a second time. And that would have been the start of it, most likely, then and there, had the door not suddenly slid open.

For a moment, Scotty and his roommate who was supposed to have been gone just stared at each other, and Scotty half sat up, chucking a pillow in the direction of the door. "Fuckin' hell, Tom, d'you not know how t'knock?"

"It's my room too!" Tom protested. "Why should I knock? You never have anyone over!" Scotty threw another pillow at him for that.

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