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[RL Jack] backdated to the 15th

[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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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..."

"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.

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.

"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.

"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?"

"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."

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."

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?"

"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..."

"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..."

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.

"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.

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..."

"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.

"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."

"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.

"Mmm, maybe I just might," Jack threatened idly. "I've never had anyone refuse to tell me what they wanted to do in bed before, after all. It might throw me for a loop. I might be horrendously bad. Scar you for life and then you'll never want me again, and we can't have that, now can we?"

"I can't imagine no' wantin' you." He could feel the blush getting worse even as he said it, but he meant it. "An' right now, Jack," he continued, because if he didn't tell Jack exactly what he wanted, Jack was just going to keep teasing, "Right now..." He pulled Jack closer still, his voice going low as he spoke again. "I want you t'fuck me, Jack."

Jack smirked wide, chuckling softly as he did. "Noted," he said, before rolling over on top of the other man, propping himself up over him, kneeling between his legs as he felt around for the bottle of lube that they'd gotten out earlier. Finding it, he sat back and squirted some out on his hand, coating his fingers before leaning back over Scotty. He wasn't really one to do this sort of thing without at least a little preparation. "Ready for this, then?" he asked, with another smirk.

"Absolutely," Scotty answered, not caring now that he was still bright red. He was looking forward to this. It had been a while, after all, since he'd had a proper shag, and while this hadn't exactly been the first thing he'd had in mind when he'd beamed down to talk to Jack, he couldn't really say he had any complaints.

"Grand," Jack said, with a chuckle, and then without further ado slid two of his fingers past Scotty's opening and inside of him. He didn't really want to have to do more preparation than was necessary, he wasn't much in the mood for dragging this out. So he set to work doing that while he took Scotty's arousal in his other slicked hand, starting to stroke it slowly.

"'S been a while," Jack said, meaning since he and Scotty last had a moment to themselves like this. Certainly both as men. The last time Jack remembered doing anything even remotely sexual had been when Scotty'd been a woman, and even that had been a while ago.

"It has," he agreed, shifting to press a little against Jack's fingers, unable to hold back a soft moan when Jack took him in hand. "I've missed it. I've. Missed you." Part of it was simply that he'd been busy, that he just hadn't had the time to stop by and come see Jack. Part of it was the whole mess with finding out about Ianto. But Jack didn't seem to mind that the two of them went a while sometimes without getting to see each other. Still. He couldn't help but laugh a little as he added, "An' believe me, it doesn't help that I know exactly what I've been missin'."

"Hey," Jack said, with a flick of his wrist as he stroked Scotty's erection, running his thumb around the tip of it, "I can't help it if I'm good. I guess you just got lucky as far as that's concerned." He worked Scotty with his fingers for a few more moments, but he figured that so long as he was careful starting off, and Scotty was relaxed and trusting of him, they'd be fine. So he pulled his hand back, idly stroking Scotty's arousal as he coated himself, before leaning forward, positioning himself where his fingers were. "Alright?" he asked, with a grin and another flick of his wrist.

He chuckled, the sound of it cut off in the middle as his breath caught in the back of his throat. "I got very lucky," he answered, propping himself up on his elbows to grin at Jack. "Go ahead, then," he added, when Jack asked if he was alright. He was more than alright, really. It had been a long time since he'd done this sort of thing, but he was completely relaxed, if a little red still. God, but he was looking forward to this.

Without further ado, Jack positioned himself correctly, and then pushed forward and into Scotty, letting out a sigh as he did, leaning forward to lie down across Scotty and press him down into the bed. He lay like that for a moment before moving slowly, pulling out and then thrusting back in, letting out a low moan. It hadn't been too long for him since he'd had sex, but that didn't mean he wasn't enjoying any minute of this.

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