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[By now Turlough is most definitely straddling his lap, using the new angle to reach around to the other side of his neck. The hand around him feels warm and strong and controlling and Turlough drunk enough by now that he doesn't question himself leaning further into it.]

[Oh, god. Having him in his lap like this is too much for Jack to handle right now.]

We should... [He swallows, his fingers lightly digging into Turlough despite himself.] We should take this somewhere else.

There's a loo around the corner.

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[Oh, Turlough.]

That, uh— That's not really what I had in mind.

Then tell me what you do have in mind.

[Preferably slowly. He likes the way his voice gets when he's turned on.]

[He has to swallow again before he answers. He might be pretty dense when it comes to this sort of thing, but whatever Turlough is playing at doesn't completely escape him.]

Maybe...somewhere with a bed?

Do you want to fuck me?

[It isn't said with the earlier playfulness, simply matter of fact.]

[The bluntness of it takes him aback, at least enough to keep him from even being able to think of his answer. But it doesn't take long before he's nodding, maybe a bit too eagerly.]

Yes. [He swallows again.] Please.

Leave it to you to ask politely. Come on, then.

[Turlough reaches behind them to find the last of his drink and down in before he's crawling off Jack's lap and heading for the exit.]

[Jack needs a moment, both to finish off the last of his own drink and to wonder at just how the hell he's gotten himself into this. But it's only a moment, and it isn't long before he's following closely behind Turlough.]

[He waits for him at the door before he makes his way back towards the above ground area of the City, automatically taking the route to Jack's flat. He keeps his hands to himself all the way there, shoved casually into his pockets.]

[Admittedly he's a little surprised by that, at least enough so that his nerves start creeping back in through the haze of his alcohol-induced buzz. He didn't say something wrong, did he? Was there another, better way he should have gone about this? What is he even going to do when they get back to his place?

But, as usual, he doesn't give voice to any of these thoughts and doubts. He follows Turlough in silence, all the way back to the apartment.]

[Turlough only touches him again when he stops to get the door open. He presses the lean line of his body against Jack's back, going on his tiptoes to kiss the nape of his neck.]

[Jack stops when he feels his weight against his back, and when he feels those lips against his neck, all his doubts and nerves fall away at once.

Turlough might be able to feel the shiver that goes through him as he fumbles with the lock on the door; once he finally gets it open, he wastes no time before tugging Turlough inside and pulling him into a kiss. It's clumsy, sure, and maybe a little more forceful than he means to be, but he's still new to this, and he doesn't want to spend any more time hesitating.]

[The kiss is a surprise, and he belatedly realises that they've never done this part before. Leave it to him to offer blowjobs before snogging. It takes him a second to respond, and then he's winding both arms around Jack's neck, using tue leverage to pull them up tothe same level and kissing him back.]

[The realization that he doesn't know what he's doing doesn't kick in until after Turlough's arms are already around his neck — but that doesn't mean he isn't going to try. He puts his hands at Turlough's waist, pulls him close and keeps him there as he presses his mouth to his, lips parting just enough to let out a low groan.]

[Turlough uses the opportunity to deepen the kiss. There's a bump behind him which probably means they've walked into a wall, but he's far to preoccupied with the alcohol still buzzing in his brain and how warm and solid Jack feels under his hands.]

[Jack notices that they've hit the wall, but that isn't going to stop him either. He presses bodily against Turlough, hands running all over him, knee pressing between his legs, and pushes desperately into the kiss. He still doesn't know exactly what he's doing, or if he's doing any of this right at all, but he does know that he wants nothing more than this right now.]

[Oh, things are right. In fact, they're more right than they've been since Turlough got dumped in this place. He's being pressed against the wall so hard that it takes nothing for him to lift both feet off the ground and wrap them around his waist, giving an encouraging moan at the new pressure on his cock.]

[He makes a surprised noise at the sudden change in position, and quickly moves his hands to help hold Turlough up. He's still pressed just as hard against against him, still taking all he has not to just groan and grind wantonly against him, but he has to stop now; he has no idea where to go from here. He swallows hard, catches his breath, and leans his forehead against him.]

Turlough, I... [Jack knows it's ridiculous, given that there's no way Turlough doesn't know this by now, but it's still difficult to admit.] I've never done this before.

I remember.

[He's breathing hard as well, hair mussed and tie at an angle and looking generally debauched. He's pressed hard enough against the wall that he can venture one hand down to Jack's belt.]

We could begin with the familiar part.

[Jack takes a sharp breath when he feels where that hand is headed, and he releases it with a shiver as he grinds against him.]

Okay.

[He has to put his feet back down on solid ground first and then he's lowering his fly and pulling him free. Christ, he really is big all over. He remembers what it was like to have that cock in his mouth and it makes him give Jack and positively evil grin as he starts stroking him.]

[Now that he's finally being touched, finally feeling Turlough's hand on him again, Jack can do nothing but give a loud moan and push his hips against him. He presses his forehead to the wall before dropping down to Turlough's shoulder, and his hands are still gripping him as hard as before; he already wants more than this, even though he doesn't know how much he can take.]

Easy.

[He threads his delicate fingers around Jack's neck, holding him there. He presses a few more kisses along his jawline and ear, softer than before. He can feel how tense he is and keeps his hand steady, just for now. He's been more 'first times' than he can think of, and he knows the drill. Too much too soon and he's finishing himself off in the bathroom afterwards.]

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