[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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[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.

[51stcentury]

"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?"

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"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."

[51stcentury]

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.

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"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.

[51stcentury]

"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.

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"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'."

[51stcentury]

"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.

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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.

[51stcentury]

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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He slipped his arms around Jack, brushing his fingertips down Jack's spine, shifting to meet Jack's hips. God, it had been too long. Sighing softly, he slid a hand up to thread his fingers through Jack's hair, gripping lightly at the back of the other man's head. "Did I mention I'd missed you?" he asked, with a quiet laugh, though it trailed off into something more a soft groan.

[51stcentury]

Jack chuckled back at him. "Maybe once or twice, yeah," he said, with a smile, before pulling his hips back and starting up a rhythm between them. After a moment or so, he reached a hand to wrap around Scotty's arousal as well, working up a counter-rhythm there. "It's good to be reminded though," he said, with another breathless laugh.

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He tightened his hand in Jack's hair, letting his head fall back against the bed, not even trying to hold back another moan at Jack's hand on him. "Then I'll remind you," he said, a little breathless himself, "as many times as you can stand t'be reminded." He considered adding a teasing comment about Jack's ego, but he was a bit more busy focusing on matching Jack's rhythm.

[51stcentury]

Jack chuckled, speeding his rhythm up a little bit, groaning as he started to get really into it. "Better not remind me too much," he said, breathlessly. "I might get spoiled that way, and we can't have that. Still... Once and a while..." Jack thrust a bit firmer than he had a moment before, twisting his hips slightly to try and hit any pleasure spot he could for Scotty as he did so.

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It took him a moment before he could respond, anything that he was about to say cut off by a sharp gasp and a low moan as Jack hit a particularly sensitive spot. When he'd managed to catch his breath, he laughed, answering, "Aye, best no' spoil you." Another pause and another sharp breath, and he shifted again to better meet Jack's hips. "Ianto'd never forgive me if I did."

[51stcentury]

Jack chuckled, his rhythm faltering a little as he did so. "Between you and me," Jack said, obviously not minding in the least the fact that they were talking about his other lover while they were having sex, "Ianto... I'm not really sure you'd ever hear him complain about sex." He laughed again, thrusting harder for a moment as he did. "Just about the only thing the Welsh don't complain about, I've come to find out..."

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"Between you an' me--" He bit back a sharp groan, the rest of whatever he was about to say lost as he tried to catch his breath again. "Jack--" That ended that particular conversation, then, partly because while Scotty was alright sharing Jack with Ianto it was admittedly a bit weird to be talking about him in the middle of having sex and partly because sex with Jack tended to leave him little room to think of anything else.

[51stcentury]

Jack let out a noise that was sexual and pleased and amused and pleading all at the same time, and adjusted his rhythm. Trying to find anything he could do to make the other man squirm for him. He wanted to make Scotty call his name out some more. Wanted the other man boneless with pleasure, wanted to assure him that just because there was Ianto, because there was this immortality thing, that didn't mean that things had to change between them.

[reversedpolarity]

He hitched a leg up around Jack's waist, changing up the angle a bit and God it was good. Arching against Jack, he didn't bother trying to hold back the way he moaned this time, matching the other man's rhythm. "Jack," he said, breathless, and once again that was all he managed for a few moments. "God, Jack--" He switched over to Gaelic then, the words punctuated by each thrust of Jack's hips.

[51stcentury]

Jack's rhythm faltered a little as Scotty started switching to Gaelic, letting out a groan before starting up harder, faster. "I don't know whether it's hotter that, ah," Jack said, having to pause for a moment before he continued, his speech marked by the movement of their bodies as he did so. "I don't know...whether it's hotter...that I can't understand a word you're saying...or that...I know that whatever it is...it's gotta be good..."

[reversedpolarity]

Scotty's reply was once again delayed, this time by a soft laugh, cut off by a sharp gasp - and when he did reply, it was in Gaelic again, because he knew it would just get Jack even more worked up. He wasn't really thinking about what he was saying, but it didn't really matter, because the words weren't the point. The point was that Jack thought it was hot. He urged Jack on, still in Gaelic, the words 'Tha gaol agam ort' buried somewhere in the middle of what he said.

[51stcentury]

Jack didn't understand a word that Scotty had said, but that didn't matter. It was hot, and Scotty was playing into that, knowing Jack liked it, and it was even more hot for Jack because of that fact. Jack sped up the pace, knowing that he wasn't going to try and hold out forever, and hoping that Scotty would follow suit. Not that they were being quick about it, but that he just really wanted to enjoy himself in the other man's company, and there was no point in drawing it out either.

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Scotty hardly even registered that he'd said it; he was too busy focusing on matching Jack's pace to be much aware of what he was saying, and like Jack, he wasn't trying to drag this out as long as possible. Not that he wanted to rush it, either, but it wasn't like there wouldn't be ample opportunity for a second go, if they felt so inclined. It wasn't much longer before Scotty's string of Gaelic tapered off into little more than breathless moaning, with Jack's name interjected every so often; he arched into the other man, burying his hands in Jack's hair again.

[51stcentury]

Jack hooked an arm under the leg that Scotty had wrapped around him, adjusting for a better angle, rolling his hips in all the right ways to hit every pleasurable spot he could find, his hand ever present on the other man's arousal as well so that he was assaulted on multiple fronts. By the way that Scotty sounded, Jack knew he was close, and so without further ado, Jack let go of all control himself, turned on by the way Scotty's voice sounded, the sounds that he was making that were because of the things that he was doing. After a moment, Jack arched into Scotty, giving one final thrust before crying out, a wordless sound of pleasure as he found his climax and rode it out.