[for jack]

[hates_nature]

Owen picked up his shirt before he stood completely upright, beckoning the man to follow him back down the several flights of stairs to his assigned dormitory. The waiting was the hardest part. Here he was, all riled up (well, getting riled up), and he had to flee because he wasn't in his own flat and had to think of the bloody children and '

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[captainjack]

Jack looked him over, taking in the curve of his shoulders and the lines of his muscles. Everything he was thinking was written on his face and now that there was some privacy, he didn't look even half as passive.

He pulled his shirt off, one of the buttons popping off and skittering away, and in one smooth motion he had Owen around the waist. Pressing bare skin to bare skin, he kissed him again, this time without waiting for Owen to think or decide or come to terms with what he thought he might want or need.

[hates_nature]

His fingers knotted in Jack's hair roughly as he kissed him insistantly, demanding, pleading, begging with every ounce of his body for more.

His hips rose against Jack's even as he was forced a few staggering steps backwards by the sudden press of Jack's body against his own.

He was done with thinking. All he wanted now was action.

[captainjack]

He used the momentum to get him back to the bed, guiding Owen down with a strong hand on his back and one on his neck. He didn't break the kiss for a moment, tongue tangling with tongue and lips crushing against teeth with brutal need.

One knee on the edge of the bed, he fell on top of Owen and ground his hips forward. Jack pulled his hand around to smooth it up Owen's side, only stopping to graze his nipple with his thumb. A soft, satisfied moan filled his throat at the feeling of the body beneath him as everything else slid away and he reveled in this perfect moment.

[hates_nature]

A low groan of utter wanton lust rumbled in Owen's chest. It didn't matter that one of his legs wasn't entirely on the bed. He wasn't particularly using it at that moment anyway.

Dexterious fingers skimmed down Jack's chest, searching for the close of his trousers and popping it open once it was found. Already he was practically breathless with the intensity of it all, and still in a bit of mild disbelief that he was doing this with Jack of all people.