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[rudeandginger]

For anyone who needed me-





I'LL BE AT THE BAR











[ooc: Turlough maybe be starting to become a familiar freckly face at the shadier bars in town, above ground and under. Please do come find him/judge his life choices.]

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[rudeandginger]

[It still hurts, but Turlough's never let that stop him before. He rocks back into him, eliciting another gasp.]

Go on. Move.

[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack groans into his neck at that, and his fingers dig into his chest as he rocks harder into him. God, but this feels so good.]

Like this? [He only barely gets the words out, half-muffled against Turlough's skin.]

[rudeandginger]

Yes. Keep going.

[He reaches down to hold his own dick and the arousal pulses through him. He has a feeling this encounter will be of the fast and dirty variety, and he pumps himself with the rhythm.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[He does as he's told, thrusting harder into him and groaning even louder. His other hand snakes up from Turlough's hip to run over his side, his stomach, back up to his chest and he keeps rubbing him all the while. He doesn't know how much he can keep up like this, or how hard he can go without hurting him, but he wants to savor the feel of him, both under his hands and wrapped around his cock, as long as he can.]

[rudeandginger]

[Those hands around him feel magnificent - hot and needy and everything he was hoping for. He tilts his head back to rest of Jack's shoulder, sliding further onto him than before as he winds one arms around his neck.]

[wouldnotkindly]

Turlough—

[The name comes out in a low moan, and the arm around his neck encourages Jack to buck sharply into him. He kisses Turlough's neck, mouthing over and pressing his tongue against as much of him as he can reach, his breath coming hard and fast as his movements start to turn desperate. It's all too good, too close to being too much for him to take.]

[rudeandginger]

Come one. Let go.

[He knows Jack is close, can feel it in the clench of his muscles. He pushes into him again, moaning. At this pace, he won't be long either.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[Hearing that moan is what pushes Jack over the edge. He shouts when he comes, fingers digging in and gripping him more tightly as his hips jerk into him, and lets it devolve into a gasping moan as he presses his face even harder into Turlough's neck. It's the hottest, hardest orgasm he's ever had in his life and he can do nothing but shake and moan and rut against him as he rides it out.]

[rudeandginger]

[A few more pumps of his cock and Turlough is there with him, tipping over the edge. Jack is still pumping into him and it's almost too much, over-sensitized to the point of pain. He grips even harder onto Jack as he feels his legs turn into jelly from it.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[By the time he finally winds down from his climax, he realizes he's latched onto his shoulder by the teeth almost as tightly as he's gripping him with his hands. He lets go to catch his breath, gasping for air and nearly melting against him.]

God...

[rudeandginger]

[Biting is completely fair game as far as he's concern. Turlough props himself up with one hand against the wall, the other tugging his trousers back up around his hips.]

I hope your sofa isn't far.

[wouldnotkindly]

[Forgive him, but Jack still isn't entirely with it, even as Turlough pulls his pants back up. He idly traces his hands over him, not realizing what he's said until a few moments later.]

The sofa?

[rudeandginger]

[You really are the cuddling type, Jack. It's alright, you can join him.]

Standing's a little difficult at the moment.

[wouldnotkindly]

[It takes him another a few moments to consider it, but it doesn't take him long at all to come to a decision.]

Mm. [He pulls his hands back to carefully peel off the condom and tosses it elsewhere; he'll deal with it in the morning.] Hold on. [And then he's moving to pick up Turlough entirely, even though his belt and fly are still undone, and starts to carry him towards his bedroom. Hopefully he won't mind the change in direction too much, but Jack is just too tired and the sofa doesn't sound nearly as appealing.]

[rudeandginger]

[It takes a lot to surprise Turlough, but that move catches him off guard. He stiffens instinctively, fingernails digging into him with that surprising amount of strength he always displays.]

Jack! What the hell do you think you're doing?

[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack's still too out of it for it to really occur to him that he might have done something wrong, but he stops in his tracks immediately.]

What?

[rudeandginger]

Warn me next time!

[He retracts his fingernails from Jack's neck just a little. People picking him up suddenly has rarely worked well for him, excuse him for being a bit nervous.]

[wouldnotkindly]

Oh...

[He feels bad for that now, but Turlough isn't fighting or demanding to be let down, either, so hopefully that's a good sign. He rubs his arm in what he hopes will come off as an apologetic gesture.]

Sorry. [And he starts walking again.]

[rudeandginger]

[Turlough keeps his arms wound around his neck until they reach the bedroom. He can't remember the last time anyone carried him, actually. At least any time when he wasn't also kicking and screaming and trying to escape. Which includes most times as a child, as well. He's still a little nervous, holding on harder than he really needs to, given how securely Jack has his arms around him.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack keeps rubbing his arm, at least until they're in the bedroom and he can set Turlough down again. He says nothing else, at least for now, only pulls off his sweater and jeans before climbing into bed. He doesn't know if Turlough intends to stay or not, but while part of him hopes he will and another part expects he won't, he isn't going to ask him outright; at this point, it's almost as though he's afraid to scare him off.]

[rudeandginger]

[He could leave, he supposes. Keep up the front. But he's tired, and drunk, and nothing sounds more glorious than sleep right now. It takes a few moments of fumbling to get his shoes off, then his shirt and tie come next. His trousers are still undone so he just kicks them off until he's left in socks and underwear and crawls up the bed to collapse on his stomach. There's a slight moment of panic when he remembers the mark on his arm, before he remembers Jack is already privy to that little secret. By habit, he still angles his right arm a little away from him.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[Honestly, Jack doesn't even notice the slight turn of his arm; he remembers the mark, but even with it bared like this, it's the last thing on his mind. The fact that he's stayed at all is too encouraging to him to him right now.

He settles a bit closer to him, carefully winds an arm around his back and lets his hand lightly rest at Turlough's side. He's still worried, still doesn't know how much physical contact is too much, but at the same time, he's too tired to let it really stop him.]

[rudeandginger]

[Turlough lets himself slide in until their sides are touching. He's never thought he was much of a cuddler, but the arm on his back feels warm and heavy so he'll let it stay for now.]

Night.

[wouldnotkindly]

[The fact that he's moved closer instead of away is definitely encouraging, but Jack is too tired to do anything about it other than smile and tilt his head to kiss him.]

Night.

[rudeandginger]

[The kiss is a little coordinated, but he doesn't mind. He kisses him back on the corner of his mouth and tucks his head into the gap above his shoulder to sleep.]