poly_chromatic | ☞ 016. (video)

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☞ 016. (video)

[The video starts with some serious jostling around, but it soon straightens out and Jack's face comes into view.]

Is this... This is the City, right?

[He looks disoriented, perhaps more so than could normally be expected from those freshly returned to the City, but that's hardly the most notable thing about his appearance. There's a massive bruise on the left side of his face that stretches from his jaw to the corner of his lip, which itself is split, swollen, and bloodied; there are other spots and spatters of blood on his face, but from the lack of any other visible wounds, there's no telling if it's his own. He also looks as though he hasn't slept in far too long, but the bags under his eyes are nothing compared to the rest of his face.]

This place is really what I think it is? Not just... [He swallows, glances down for a moment, and his expression hardens.] This isn't just Fontaine fucking with me again, putting more shit in my head? Or... [His eyes squeeze shut.] I don't know. I don't remember. I can't remember.

[After a pause, he opens his eyes again, trying not to look too distressed.]

Does anyone know where I live?

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[Turlough wouldn't expect longer than this, not if it is his first time. Besides, he's been at a boarding school for years. He's used to things not taking long.

He hollows his cheeks around him, sucking air in as he takes him down all the way one last time, ready to feel him come undone.]

[Oh god, oh, god.

Jack comes with a shout, hips jerking as his climax completely overtakes him. This isn't his first orgasm — he's not exactly a stranger to his own hand, after all, even if he's not at all sure whether he actually remembers it or if the memory is implanted — but it's more intense than any he's ever had.

[He keep swallowing around him, taking it all until he feels Jack go limp under him. He pulls off him with a wet pop, wiping his hand over the back of his mouth to catch anything he missed.]

Feeling better?

[His eyes are hooded, staring up at him through his eyelashes as the hint of a smile tugs at the edge of his lips.]

[Jack's first response is only a moan, soft and low, as his limbs go slack and the afterglow settles in. This feeling isn't exactly new to him either, but it's so much better; it's somehow comparable to the sense of relief he feels after shooting up with ADAM or EVE, which isn't a thought he's sure he likes. But there's no need to think about it now.

His head lolls a bit as he looks down to Turlough, and he moves his hand to trace up the other man's neck and over his face.]

Yeah.

[Turlough's eyes close for just a moment. Despite his experience with sex, he's not used to just being touched. Not like that. It only lasts a moment before he's up on his feet, handing Jack his towel back before he heads back over to his side of the table.]

Glad I could help.

[He takes the towel back absentmindedly, not thinking to cover himself back up just yet. His thoughts are still a bit hazy, but he's still surprised at how quickly Turlough's distanced himself.]

What... What about you? [No, he didn't fail to notice how Turlough was rubbing on him earlier.]

[True, there is a tightness in the front of his trousers. He is a young man after all, and he just had a cock in the back of his throat.]

You don't have to do anything if you don't want to.

[He can take care of himself after all.]

[Jack has to consider it for a moment. He just can't bring himself to do nothing in return, even if he has no idea what he should do in return, much less how to even go about doing it.

Still, he only has to consider it for a moment. He gets up from his seat, towel still in hand, and goes over to Turlough.]

Just tell me what to do, and... I'll do it. [He swallows again, feeling his heartbeat start to pick up again.] Tell me how.

[His skin is still a bit wet when Turlough leans into him, although whether it's water or sweat he can't tell. Jack can probably feel him, hard and pressing into his leg, especially once he reaches down to undo his fly. There's a slightly flutter to his eyelashes as he frees his cock from the confines of his underwear, and he rocks into him again.]

Give me your hand.

[He feels him all right, and the weight of his cock against his leg gives him a slight thrill. Slight as it is, it's that feeling that keeps him from hesitating to do as he's told, to offer his hand and ignore the quickened pace of his heart. It's that feeling and the fact that he trusts Turlough, even if he doesn't fully know whether or not he should — whether he should trust anyone again, much less this man.

He lets his other hand settle at his hip again, then slowly slides it to the small of his back.]

[The hand on his back is odd and possessive and he rocks into him again, a slight pout on his lips.]

You said you'd do what I told you to.

Uh. [He lets the hand at his back fall away.] Sorry. Sorry, I...

[He doesn't exactly know how to finish that, so it's probably just as well that he trails off to look down at Turlough's cock. He still doesn't know what he's doing, but he doesn't want to do something wrong.

He lifts his gaze to meet Turlough's again, awaiting further direction.]

[He rolls his eyes and moves the hand to his back again. In fact, if he wants to move it lower that's perfectly alright with him.

He presses his own hand flat against Jack's chest, feeling his heart beating up storm. Now that they're good and entwined, he lets their free hands meet and slowly guides it down to his cock, rocking into him gently.]

[The hand on his chest only causes his heartbeat to quicken even more, and not just because of how close they are right now. It's the fact that he's letting himself be directed, be ordered like this, after all that had happened because of Atlas — because of Fontaine — and after he had told himself never again; it's the fact that he even trusts Turlough enough to let him do this, after he'd been so sure he couldn't bring himself to trust another again.

He inhales, just the softest intake of breath, as he takes hold of Turlough's cock, carefully wraps his fingers around the length of him and works his hand up and down. The hand on his back starts to clutch at his shirt, just like he did earlier, but it isn't moving quite yet. For now, he just wants to feel like he has a solid hold on him — not just on him but on somebody, anybody — for now.]

[Turlough doesn't make much noise, just a soft breath here and there as he rocks into the circle of Jack's grip. He feels held and contained like this, pressed into his broad chest and gripped onto from behind. His body shudders when he comes, head dropping onto Jack's shoulder and fingers digging into him as his body tenses and relaxes.]

[Jack keeps his hand moving even as he feels Turlough start to come, and doesn't stop until it seems he's done. His heart is still pounding, but his breath is steady now, more controlled; his hand relaxes, fingers splaying across his lower back, and drifts further down to settle on his rear. His head drops as well, low enough to brush against the side of Turlough's face and neck.]

Was that okay? [His voice is soft, but with how much his heart is still racing, not fully steady just yet.]

[Turlough gives a small laugh, face still still pressed into Jack shoulder. It wasn't the best handjob he's ever received, but he's not a monster.]

You're a natural.

[He pulls back far enough to lick a stripe under Jack's jawline.]

[That lick is enough to make his entire body shiver. It's still a bit soon for him to start actually getting it up again, but that doesn't mean the rest of him isn't still easily excitable.]

Good. [He swallows and makes an effort to even out his voice.] That, uh... That's good.

Very good.

[Jack's towel was disguarded on the table a while ago, and Turlough leans back to retrieve it, wiping them both off as best he can. The trouser he'll have to wash, but he'll at least make it back to the Tardis without too many looks.]

[Jack shivers again when Turlough wipes him down, and he feels a heat rising in his face as he looks down at the both of them.]

So... [He still hasn't moved his hands from Turlough, though the hand that was on his cock is now trailing up his hip and side.] What now?

Don't worry. This isn't where you have to give me your class ring or anything.

[Sorry, Turlough, but that goes completely over his head.]

What?

It's just sex.

[His fly he does up next, tucking the tails of his shirt back in from where Jack's hands rucked them up.]

It doesn't mean we have to behave any differently.

Oh.

[Jack's face flushes even more at that. He's still watching Turlough, but he hasn't withdrawn his hands just yet.]

I... Yeah. [He's right. Of course.] Okay.

Oh god, you're the cuddling type, aren't you?

[He tone is teasing as he winds his hands around his neck.]

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