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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]

[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.]