[RL Jack] backdated to the 15th

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[continued from this conversation]

Ten minutes, he'd said, and a little less than that he was beaming down into the Hub, just as he had about a week before - only this time for a very different reason. He didn't know what to make of the revelation that Jack was immortal, was going to live forever. But that wasn't what was important right now. There'd be time later to sort through that, to try coming to terms with what that meant. It wasn't that information that had spurred the decision to come down.

It was that Jack had been through so much worse than Scotty could even possibly imagine, and he'd had no idea what to say - and felt that this particular conversation was one better had in person, face-to-face. The silences wouldn't be so awkward then, when he didn't know what to say, because he'd be there, be able to hold onto Jack, to let him know that he was there even when words failed him.

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"It can wait a minute," Scotty answered, reaching up to pull Jack back down. He was half tempted to try rolling them both over, but really, he was pretty content to stay just where he was for a few minutes. He would have to let Jack up eventually, yes, and getting rid of extraneous clothing was also somewhere in the near future, but first Scotty was going to make sure he'd kissed Jack as thoroughly as possible.

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Jack didn't have a problem with going slow, he decided. He was used to multitasking, though, so while Scotty was kissing him, Jack was working his hand to find the hem of Scotty's shirt again and sticking his hand underneath to brush over the other man's skin, lightly, teasing with his touches as he used his other hand to brace him above the other man on the bed. Though truth be told, Jack wouldn't be against Scotty rolling them over. He liked when his partner took control of a situation, after all.

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He did roll over, eventually, trying to pull his shirt off in the process, which didn't exactly go as planned and ended up with him sprawled on top of Jack with his shirt only half off. "That could've gone better." Pausing to push himself up, he managed to get the shirt off the rest of the way, and dropped it over the side of the bed, not really caring where it landed; once he was rid of it he bent in to kiss Jack again, setting to work undoing the buttons on Jack's shirt.

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It could have gone better but Jack didn't mind, especially now that he could splay his hands over the other man's skin without having to worry about any sort of fabric barrier between them. He let Scotty concentrate on working the buttons of his shirt and instead used the opportunity to do what he would with just his hands and Scotty's shirtlessness, which. He could definitely work with.

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He got all of the buttons undone only to be met with yet another layer of clothing, and decided that it would have to do for the time being, as he slipped his hands beneath the fabric of the undershirt. "You have got too many layers on," he informed Jack, leaning in to kiss him again. The worst part about all those layers was the fact that Jack was going to have to stop touching him in order to take them off.

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Jack chuckled at that, moving to look down at Scotty's hands, stilled in their progress of undressing him by the t-shirt, and smiled. "Yeah, well. Keeps things interesting. You should've been around in the nineteenth century," he said, whistling. "All those layers. All those stuffy little British manners." He stilled his hands on Scotty's skin. "I can help, if a t-shirt is too much for you," he said, laughing again.

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"I think I prefer my twenty-third century, if it's all the same t'you," Scotty answered, sitting back to give Jack room to get the t-shirt off. "Go on, then. I can handle takin' an engine apart an' puttin' it back together, but I've been completely foiled by that t-shirt o' yours." He tried to say that as seriously as possible, but the way he was grinning and laughing along with Jack rather ruined the effect. Maybe it was a bit strange, to be laughing and joking around so soon after the revelation that Jack was immortal, but all things considered, this was a fair sight better than the two of them sitting around moping at each other about it.

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Jack chuckled, shaking his head, but he obliged, shifting to grab his shirt by the hem and tug it up and over his head, tugging his unbuttoned button-down shirt with it until he was finally bare-chested and lying underneath Scotty. "There we are," he said, with a cheeky grin. "I fixed it for you. All better?" he asked, his smile absolutely wicked.

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"Much better," Scotty answered, unable to help the way he turned a bit red at that grin. Not that he was going to let a little blushing stop him. He bent in to kiss Jack's stomach, working his way up the other man's chest. "O' course," he said, in between kisses, "there's still a bit too much clothin' in the equation..." But discarding boots and trousers was going to have to wait another minute or so, as Scotty's hands were currently very much occupied exploring every inch of Jack's chest.

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Jack laughed, moving to put a hand on the back of Scotty's head as he bent, laying his head back on the bed and smiling up at the ceiling as he ran his fingers through the other man's hair. "You know," he said coyly, "you're free to do something about that too, if it's bothering you so much..."

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"I see how it is," Scotty laughed, pushing himself up to grin down at Jack. "Makin' me do all the work." That didn't stop him setting about getting Jack's trousers undone, though, or from undoing his own as well. "Next time you get t'do all the work." Which implied that yes, there was definitely going to be a next time and no, Scotty wasn't planning on not sticking around.

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Jack grinned at Scotty from where he lay underneath him, tracing his hand down the other man's back before sliding around the area of the waistband of his trousers, teasing lightly. "If you're gonna complain that much about it, we don't have to do anything at all..." he threatened, idly, although the smirk on his face totally gave him away.

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"Oh. Well. If that's the case..." he teased, pulling away to roll over to lay next to Jack, on his side. "All those layers, Jack, I'm tellin' you. Too much effort." Not that this temporary pause was going to last very long. Especially considering the way Scotty was sneaking a hand down toward Jack's waist.

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"Hey!" Jack protested, propping himself up on an elbow to follow Scotty as he rolled next to him. "Too much effort? For this?" he asked, motioning down at his body, cockily. He was gorgeous, and he knew it. He flopped back down dramatically. "Scotty, what am I to do with you, if a pair of trousers is too much for you to handle?"

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"You might try takin' 'em off," Scotty answered, as seriously as he could manage, though he was already setting to work getting that done himself. "I'm teasin'," he added, as if that weren't perfectly clear, and leaned in for yet another kiss. "You're well worth the effort."

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Jack kissed Scotty back, although he pretended to be in a huff while he did so. "Now that's more what I've been hoping for," he said, before reaching his own hand to Scotty's undone trousers, tugging slightly. "Budge up," he said. "We should work on getting these off too. No fun if I'm the only one naked, after all."

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He shifted to help Jack pull his trousers off, kicking his boots off as he did so, pushing them over the edge of the bed. It took a little more effort than maybe it should have, mostly because he was busy getting Jack's trousers done away with at the same time. "How's that, then?" he asked. "Better?"

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"Much," Jack said, having wriggled out of his trousers at the same time as he'd been removing Scotty's. "Hopefully this is better for you too..." He leaned sideways and pressed a kiss against Scotty's chest, his hand tracing down the line of his torso to wrest on his hip, tangling his legs with the other man's. "What did you say you wanted to get up to again? Or haven't you, yet? I seem to recall you mentioning something about lube..."

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"I hadn't said, yet," Scotty answered, shifting to pull Jack a little closer, aware that he was turning faintly red again. "But, ah, yes. There was some brief passin' mention o' lube..." Christ, he was red now, he could feel it. "Ah. Specifically in the context o' you usin' it on me..."

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Jack brought a hand up to cup Scotty's face; the blush was too deep to resist it. "Using it on you, huh? In what context then?" His hand on the other man's hip traced circles in the skin there, before running his fingers lightly up and down his thigh. "You've got to be more specific if you want me to know what it is that I'm supposed to be doing here..." he practically purred at the other man.

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"I'm pretty sure you know exactly what I'm talkin' about," Scotty accused. "An' you're just tryin' t'keep makin' me blush." He shifted, leaning in to Jack's touch. "An' don't you even think about denyin' it," he added, wondering vaguely if it would be at all possible to pull Jack any closer.

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Jack trailed his hand on Scotty's thigh a little more, chuckling and shaking his head. "Alright, alright. I won't deny it. But I'd still rather hear it from you," he said, with a grin that was all sexual energy and excitement. This was something that Jack felt right at home about, unlike all of that relationship stuff. "What exactly d'you want to get up to, here, Scotty? I'm gonna need some specifics if you want me to do exactly what you want to do here..."

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"I want you," Scotty answered, laughing a little self-consciously. "Interpret that how you will." God, but he loved that grin of Jack's, and his own grin was just as charged up, if a bit more blushy than Jack's was. And he knew that the more he tried to avoid directly answering Jack's questions, the more Jack was going to ask, which just meant the more blushy he was going to get.

[51stcentury]

"Mmm, nope," Jack said, shaking his head. "Not good enough. I already knew that much. You want me how? Can't do anything without specifics. How will I know if I'm doing it right, after all? Wouldn't want to make me guess... Might guess wrong, after all."

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"I'm sorry," Scotty said, laughing again. "I must have heard you wrong. I thought I just heard you insinuatin' that the great Jack Harkness could possibly do something wrong in bed." He was just trying to get out of explicitly stating what he wanted, and he knew it, and he knew that Jack knew it too, and really, if Jack kept on like that he would eventually say it. Eventually.