Room 222, Thursday Afternoon

[bitten_notshy]

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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[bitten_notshy]

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

[wantstodirect]

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

[bitten_notshy]

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.

[wantstodirect]

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.

[bitten_notshy]

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."

[wantstodirect]

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

[bitten_notshy]

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

[wantstodirect]

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

[bitten_notshy]

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.

[wantstodirect]

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.

[bitten_notshy]

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.

[wantstodirect]

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

[bitten_notshy]

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.

[wantstodirect]

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

[bitten_notshy]

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

[wantstodirect]

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.

[bitten_notshy]

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.

[wantstodirect]

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.

[bitten_notshy]

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."

[wantstodirect]

"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.

[bitten_notshy]

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.

[wantstodirect]

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

[bitten_notshy]

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

The whole world was glowing.

[FTB?]

[wantstodirect]

[FTB!]