Room 222, Thursday Afternoon

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Jack was still in a brilliant mood when he finally made it back to his room and started straightening things for Tony's visit -- not that things were so untidy to start with. He wasn't Worf, he'd had a wonderful time with Rose the day before, and the building was full of people he'd like to get to know better.

Once his side of the room was neat enough to suit him, he pulled the works of Demosthenes out of his knapsack and settled on his bed to read. Philosophy would never be his first interest, but he had made a promise, and it helped to pass the time.

[OOC: Door cracked, post open. Tony thread NWS.]

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Tony slipped in the door and closed it behind him. "You too," he smiled. "What're you reading?"

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"Demosthenes," Jack said, gesturing to the book cover. He'd gotten the English, not the Greek; he was feeling lazy even if he did know things would be lost in the translation. "Valentine recommended it. It's a bit heavy going so far."

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"Wow, yeah, I bet," Tony said, looking at the cover. "What's it about?"

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"Philosophy," Jack explained. "He was a Greek orator. Tried to keep Athens going against the Macedonians."

He eyed Tony thoughtfully, already losing interest in philosophy as a whole. "I like that shirt. It suits you."

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Tony walked over to the bed. "Thanks," he said. "You're looking pretty good yourself."

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"One of my new shirts," Jack said, plucking slightly at the collar. "Thanks."

He shifted so his back was against the wall and there was more room beside him for Tony to take a seat. "I didn't get around to getting food or anything," he admitted. "I figured we could just talk, unless you wanted to go into town...?"

'Talk' was rather painfully obvious as a euphemistm, here.

[Heading home, back later!]

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Tony sat down on the bed. "Talking's good," he said, in a low voice. He touched Jack's collar lightly. "We could always get some food" after "a little later."

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"Town isn't going anywhere, is it?" Jack asked, leaning a little into the touch. "We could make a night of it, if we wanted. We have all the time there is."

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"True," Tony said, leaning in for a kiss.

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Kissing Tony last week had felt good. This week it was ... somewhere off in the stratosphere. Jack returned the kiss eagerly, bringing a hand up to Tony's chin. "Stay here for a while," he almost whispered.

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"All right," Tony said softly. He leaned in to kiss Jack again, resting one hand lightly against Jack's chest. His other hand fumbled with the buttons on his own shirt.

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"All right," Jack agreed, not entirely sure what he was agreeing to in that moment. It could have been anything as he ran his thumb along the curve of Tony's jaw and tried to see if he could help with the buttons.

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The buttons seemed to be pretty difficult for Tony to undo, so he welcomed the help. Of course, he was busy elsewhere. He leaned in and kissed Jack below the ear, then worked his way down Jack's neck until he was kissing the other boy just above the collarbone.


[Ack, sorry, keep getting pulled away with work stuff. SP okay?]

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The light noise Jack made was almost a giggle, and he leaned to the side to try to pull Tony into lying down on the bed with him. It was quite convenient, already being on a bed.

... buttons almost done. His had to be next.

[OOC: Always!]

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Tony kicked off his shoes and let Jack draw him onto the bed. He peeled off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. He undid a couple of the buttons on Jack's shirt, then slid his hand through the opening, not wanting to wait any longer before feeling Jack's warmed skin against the palm of his hand.

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Jack heard Tony's shoes fall and took a moment to feel grateful he'd taken his own off before Tony got there.

Right now, there was a lot of wonderful warm skin. He pressed up against Tony's chest, breathing in his scent as he kissed his way across the flesh. Americans all smelled like soap to Jack.

His shirt would come off ... soon. It was open, now, mostly.

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Tony let out a soft sigh and tangled the fingers of one hand in Jack's curls.

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Jack pressed up a little into the hand, almost involuntarily -- he loved hands in his hair -- and paused to look up at Tony from under his lashes.

Deliberately, his kisses started drifting down toward the waist of Tony's trousers as one hand cupped him through the fabric.

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Tony's fingers tightened a little and he stroked Jack's hair with his thumb. "Please?" he whispered.

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"Yes," Jack whispered into Tony's stomach, and, slowly, surely undid his zipper and kissed the revealed flesh.

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Tony slipped his other hand into Jack's hair as well. "Jack, please," he groaned.

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Jack made a noise out of sheer pleasure that was almost a laugh, opened his mouth wide, and did as ordered. He left one hand splayed flat on Tony's chest while the other worked on his own trousers.

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Tony couldn't make any coherent sounds now. He tried to help remove Jack's trousers with his feet, but since he still had socks on and wasn't all that skilled with his toes anyway, he probably wasn't much help.

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He wasn't, and Jack lifted his mouth to laugh at the ticklish feeling of toes on his stomach. "You" -- and, ah, he yanked down and there went his trousers -- "aren't helping."

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"Sorry," Tony grinned sheepishly. He leaned down and tried to pull Jack up to meet him in a kiss.

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"Forgiven," Jack said, before giving himself over to the kiss, and to pressing himself against Tony's thigh.

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Tony slid his hands around Jack and down a bit. Very nice ass. Tony moved his thigh a little to rub against Jack.

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Jack kept kissing Tony, pressing down harder with his lips and nipping just a bit at Tony's (beautiful) mouth, as their thighs tangled. He made a tiny groan in the back of his throat.

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Tony smiled against Jack's lips as they kissed. He slid one hand around to Jack's front, wanting to see if he could get Jack to make that sound again.

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Jack made it again, but louder. He was still quiet -- he was too used to being quiet not to be, at least a little -- but Tony was testing his resolve rather efficiently.

"Tony...." The name came out in a gasp, and his own hand found its way between them as he palmed Tony's length.

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"Jack," Tony whispered in his ear as his hand moved.

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Jack's mouth found the spot where Tony's neck met his collarbone, and he probed at it with tongue and teeth as his fist tightened around Tony. With a more driving need, he pressed forward against Tony.

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"Oh, God," Tony gasped, his own hand stroking Jack faster. "Please."

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Jack groaned and stretched up against Tony, saying yesyesyes softly and rapidly, and gave himself over to his orgasm.

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Tony slid his hands back up Jack's body and sunk his fingers in Jack's soft, blond curls. He kissed jack fiercely, hungrily, loving the feel of his skin touching Jack's. "Yes," he groaned.

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The hand in Jack's hair was so perfect he could have cried. All of his senses were on overload as he rolled against Tony's body, feeling the muscles under his skin.

He rolled a little away from the kiss to bite down harder on his neck. "Come on," he said in a soft growl, rubbing Tony almost frantically.

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It wouldn't have taken much to send him over the edge but the teeth and the growl.... For a moment, Tony flew. His back arched and his hips thrust upward.

And a moment later, he was limp. Yeah. Not moving anytime soon. Not that he wanted to move. He didn't even pull his hands out of Jack's hair. Just looked up at Jack with a slow, satisfied smile.

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Jack ran his hand over his sheets -- he'd have to change them anyhow -- and collapsed backward with a giddy laugh, resting one hand on Tony's hip, his head on Tony's shoulder. "Wow."

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"Yeah," Tony agreed. "Just - yeah." Vocabulary. He had it. Somewhere. Somewhere not here. He leaned over to kiss Jack again. A light kiss this time, without the previous urgency.

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Jack spoke ten languages and wasn't coming up with better words in any of them. He kissed Tony back, just as lightly, and snuggled against him even more.

"Good," he said, breathlessly, then reached to tug a blanket over himself. "Blanket?"

They couldn't stay there forever -- Esme had a way of coming home at the oddest times -- but they could pretend.

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"Blanket," Tony nodded, wrapping his arms around Jack.

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"Good," Jack said, again, and kissed Tony's chest lightly as he arranged the covering over them both.

The whole world was glowing.

[FTB?]

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