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[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack's sweater-and-jeans ensemble did well enough to keep out the chill of the Atlantic back home, but now it looks as though it's not faring so well against the heavy snowfall, not with the way he's shivering on camera. Of course, that's not exactly the most noticeable thing about him right now; that would be his left hand, just in view of the camera, scorched and charred and glowing red along his veins and at his fingertips. He doesn't seem to notice it, nor does he seem to be in any pain from it, even with the heat shimmering from his obviously burnt flesh.

But he doesn't seem to even notice that his camera is on in the first place, as he isn't looking anywhere near the device when he speaks.]

You know, I miss the water balloon fights. [He shivers and flexes his burnt hand, and a small flame licks up his hand and whiffs out at the glowing tips of his fingers.] Why couldn't we have a weekend of that instead of...well, this?

[He shivers again, gives his hand another flex, and snaps his fingers, causing his hand to briefly catch on fire — but just as before, it doesn't seem to cause him any pain. The loud hiss of steaming water can heard as he reaches for the device with his other hand, fumbling before managing to switch it off.]

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[rudeandginger]

My name. And I swear, if you ever call me that I will make you live to regret it.

[wouldnotkindly]

[It takes a moment for that to settle in. Once it does, though, another slow grin comes over Jack's face.]

Vislor...Turlough? [He's not so much calling him by the name as he is testing the sound and feel of it on his tongue. There hasn't been much about Turlough that's struck him as particularly alien so far, but this certainly does.]

[rudeandginger]

No one's used my first name since I was a child. But I thought you ought to know.

[wouldnotkindly]

[When that settles in, the grin fades, replaced by another deep blush. His first thought is to ask Turlough why, like he has in the past, but he's not entirely sure that answer is one he's willing to part with.

So he leans down to kiss him instead, deeper and harder than before.]

[rudeandginger]

[He thinks he might have told him, if he asked. He understands the bulk of it, after all. His planet was at war and they didn't wait long until they shipped him off to flight school. Everyone was needed after all. From the military, to prison, to public school. He'd been just 'Turlough' since he was fifteen.

But he's at risk of making things maudlin again. He kisses back, his own hands rucking up the back of Jack's jumper to find skin.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[It was that, and it was also the why of Turlough telling him this in the first place. But it's too late for any more questions, either way; he groans softly at the feel of Turlough's hands on his back, and he shifts to press his face into his neck again, kissing and sucking at his skin.]

[rudeandginger]

[All sorts of embarrassingly pleased noises come out of him, and he squirms under him unrepentantly. Fingers thread through his hair, urging him to please keep doing that forever and never stop, okay? while his other rests on the bare skin between his shoulder blades.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[God, but those noises send pulse after pulse of arousal straight to his cock. His hand has managed to find its way under Turlough's shirt by now, sliding up and over his ribs, as far as he can reach. He keeps mouthing over him as well, softly groaning against him as he moves his lips and tongue and teeth up and down his neck, and keeps pressing, rubbing down against him.]

[rudeandginger]

[Turlough could lie here and feel Jack's mouth on his neck and his hips grinding down into his for hours. Okay, probably not hours. After all, his own trousers are becoming increasingly tight and uncomfortable as his own arousal unfurls. Still, he's not in any rush to discourage him. Jack's weight is pressing him straight down into the cushions and he just wants more of it, wants to feel pinned down and ravished until he can't take it any longer.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[Eventually Jack has to stop for air, but he doesn't pull away even an inch from his neck; he takes deep, ragged breaths against his skin, while both of his hands start working to get Turlough's shirt open. He wants to feel as much of him as he can.[

[rudeandginger]

[Turlough uses the break to regain his senses long enough to get Jack's shirt and jumper off and over his head. Everything about him is so broad and well-muscled and he runs his hand over all the exposed flesh gleefully.]

I don't understand why you have to wear clothes all the time. It's a serious unimproved from this.

[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack gives a breathless laugh when Turlough tugs his shirt over his head, the grin returning to his face.]

Did you already forget how cold it is out there? [He takes the time to run his hands over Turlough's bared chest before kissing his neck again.]

[rudeandginger]

In this plan you also don't get to leave the bedroom.

[The sentence ends with a moan when Jack starts on his neck again, and he grabs Jack arse in retaliation, nails digging in.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[He makes a pleased noise of his own at that, and rolls his hips against Turlough's in response.]

Sounds good to me. [He keeps lipping over his neck as his hands trail further down, undoing Turlough's pants this time.]

[rudeandginger]

[It was only a while ago he was walking Jack through all of this. He really is a fast learner. Which reminds him.]

At the cafe. You said you had something in mind.

[He lifts his hips into his hands as he speaks, hoping to make it clear he should keep doing exactly what he's doing.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[With his time in Rapture, he's used to picking things up quickly. Despite that, though, Turlough's words give him pause.]

Uh... Yeah. [He swallows, kisses Turlough's neck again, and then carefully maneuvers himself off the couch and down to his knees on the floor. He's starting to feel his nerves again, just like he has in the past, but he's trying so very hard not to show it.] I just, uh...don't really know how.

[But he does have an idea of where to start, which is why he continues to tug Turlough's pants down and tug his erection free.]

[rudeandginger]

[Turlough stares him in the eye and licks his lips. He didn't think Jack would want to, at least not for a while. He is ridiculously glad to be wrong. He lifts his hips, pressing himself further into Jack's hand. When he speaks its with a sharp breath in.]

I can help you with that, if you like.

[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack is still as eager to please as he's ever been, which is why he nods quickly as he strokes him.]

Please. [And to show Turlough just how eager he is, he takes the initiative by leaning in to kiss the head of his cock.]

[rudeandginger]

[He takes another ragged breath in.]

Oh god, yes. Keep doing that for starters.

[wouldnotkindly]

[He does just that, kissing the same spot before parting his lips and letting the flat of his tongue run over him. He doesn't know what he was expecting from this, at least not anymore, but he's pretty sure he wasn't ever expecting to be this turned on by another man's cock being this close to his mouth.]

[rudeandginger]

[He reaches down to thread his finger through Jack's hair, silently encouraging him as he moans again.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack makes a low noise when he feels those fingers in his hair, parts his lips even wider and licks him from root to head. This is just like how Turlough did it to him, isn't it? Either way, with the way he's moaning, Jack figures he must be doing something right.]

[rudeandginger]

[Oh, very right. The fingers tighten in his hair a little more, pulling on it.]

Do that again.

[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack doesn't hesitate to do as he's told, groaning a little louder when Turlough pulls on his hair. The hand that isn't holding onto his cock grips Turlough's thigh, fingers digging in, and he lips over him just as he did to his neck a few minutes earlier. He only feels himself getting even harder the more he takes him into his mouth, but he doesn't have a hand to spare for himself, not yet.]

[rudeandginger]

[He's melting into the cushions now. So much of him just wants to slide all the way into Jack's waiting mouth, feeling it hot and wet and willing around him. But he knows he should be patient and let him take his time with this. He keeps breathing, staying calm as more waves of arousal course through him.]