dirk/jack follow up to psl thing

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It's been a long time since Jack's woken up with a body curled around him. Longer still that his immediate reaction wasn't to fling their limbs off of him and take his leave, letting his guards handle showing whoever it was the way out. There's nothing like that here, no posh flat, or government functions waiting for him, or bodyguards looming downstairs. It's just Jack, lounged easily in his bunk with the soundproof curtain still pulled, and the slim body of Dirk Strider half overlapping his, head tucked into Jack's shoulder and hand resting limbly across Jack's torso. Jack's arm is slung lazily around his back, just below his shoulder, and he can feel the warm puffs of air drifting across his collar bones as the teenager breathes out.

He remembers with perfect clarity what they'd done just a few hours earlier. It's likely not even 50:00 yet, but with bodies adapted to 24 hour days living in 72 hour days you end up with a lot of naps. Post-coital ones included, and Jack's intimately aware of how bare they are beneath the sheet when Dirk's leg shifts, brushing the inside of Jack's, Dirk's hips shifting against his as he adjusts and drifts soundly off again. It had been good. Incredibly good. Too good, probably, because there's a small ache in his chest now, as he watches Dirk's face, lifts a hand to carefully shift a few stray blond locks. Jack remembers how he'd looked before, face and chest flushed and lips parted, eyes watching him like he was his entire world. He looks worn now, but settled. Peaceful.

Jack's never really... felt a want to be responsible for another person. To protect them, or care for them. Dirk, as self-sufficient as he is and strong, is stll something fragile, torn up by his world, yet still new to so many things. This is a bad idea, Jack's been telling himself. He's so young, and still has a lot of growing to do, mentally and emotionally. He's only just out of his solitary life, only had one boyfriend that hardly went past holding hands. He still has to figure out who he is and what he wants and adjust to the world. Dirk couldn't possibly deal with the kind of baggage Jack carries with him, and he shouldn't have to. He ought to go out, find some cute teenage boy, and fool around like giddy teenagers do. Flirt, have one and off relationships, break hearts, have his heart broken, the whole process of it.

But still, somehow, that irks him. Prods at something that grumbles at the idea of some stupid little teenage shits toying with him to get off, or have their token gay curious experience. It took him so much just to be alright with Jack touching him, what if someone else isn't as careful and damages that?

Maybe part of this wasn't just benevolently introducing Dirk to things he'd need to know, giving him a safe and pleasant experience and working through his apprehensions. You never really forget your first, they stick with you and become the bar that you compare those after to. Maybe he wanted that, selfish and cruel as it is. Not things Jack's unaccustomed to being called.

He doesn't really know what to call it, or how to reason his motivations for it, but Dirk's starting to stir, stretching as he wakes and sliding this bare skin along Jack's as he shifts. For the moment, Jack decides it doesn't really matter, because the urge to tug him close, roll them so he's blanketed firmly and protectively over him, is too strong to entertain thoughts otherwise. So he'll do that, and he'll pepper soft, languid kisses along Dirk's cheeks, temple and jaw. He'll slip his arms under Dirk's shoulders to wrap him up close and nuzzle against his neck, and exhale a sigh. For now, Dirk's a boy waking up to gentle affection and arms holding him tight and secure that won't be going away until he wants them too. And Jack's, for once, learning what it means to allow himself to care.

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[ He's a little too precious for words when he goes about stretching like a sleepy kitten, and it makes Jack feel a little warmed inside to be the thing supporting him as he drowsily comes to consciousness. It makes rolling to kiss at him and tug him close, basking in the warmth between them and what radiates off Dirk himself, a natural progression. Jack doesn't typically do sweet - he doesn't typically give himself the allowance for it, knowing how hard Sweet is to let go of once he has to. He'd had that with Joseph, that night the city went dark and Jack was left with no one watching and seemingly no consequence. And a couple weeks later, Joseph was gone.

Thoughts he doesn't want to dwell on, because Dirk's piping up and his hands are winding in Jack's sleep mussed hair lazily. Giving a hum of lanquid contentment, Jack presses another, slightly longer kiss to the corner of Dirk's lips where they've curled upward in a half-smile, murmuring there in a voice still low and a bit rough from sleep. ] Hey.

[ He settles some, letting more of his weight rest against the slimmer form beneath him, their hips meetin flush and torso's brushing, all but his chest tilted up as he pulls away some to tilt his head to the side, leaned against his own shoulder as hands twirl the stray strands of blond against his pillow. ]

Don't usually wake up next to people I want to cuddle. [ Aside from the one. He wonders if Dirk would laugh at the fact he's held hands while walking down a street before. A lopsided smile stretches his lips and he leans to press another kiss to Dirk's forehead. ] Besides, once I've been inside you, the personal space bubble is sort of moot.

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[Being held under Jack's weight would probably make him feel anxious under normal circumstances. But they're naked and it's actually nice. Especially after having Jack's dick in him, as he was so kind to remind him of. It was good, he liked it. A lot. And so he laughs a bit as he tilts his head up and a bit ti the side to kiss Jack's neck, briefly and gently taking his skin between his lips and then releasing.]

Good to know I'm one of the few you'll get your spoon on with. I feel so honored.

[Then he lets his head settle back again and his hands grip again in Jack's hair in order to pull him down for another kiss, this one a bit deeper and more languid than the last few.]

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[ It's a low mmh sound that filters from his throat as Dirk kisses and scrapes teeth against his neck, Jack's eyes closing for a moment to bask in the sensation of it, and spike of stimulation. His lips feel all liquidy and lazy and perfectly melted, and when Dirk pulls him down for a deeper, lingering kiss, he's happy to be guided, slipping his tongue along the swell of Dirk's lower lip. Remembering how he'd kneaded and suck at it a few hours prior. How Dirk had looked with lips parted and expression written in pleasure as Jack had been rocking into him. He'd felt absolutely incredible.

And maybe the memory of it is getting certain involved parts of him more awake than they should be. Welp. ]

Mh. You're just the right mixture of subtly cute and endearingly contrary.

[ He mutters against Dirk's lips, not really bothering to stop the kiss as he does. Jack's hands drift, slipping along Dirk's sides and back up again, enjoying the smooth, soft texture of his skin and the tone to his slimmer form. ]

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[Well, considering how close and tangled up and naked they are, not to mention the sweet as fuck making out they're doing and Jack't hands trailing up and down his sides... certain involved parts of him are also pretty damn awake. He's a teenager, okay, this is going to be a thing.]

I guess I should take that as a compliment.

[He says in an offhand manner, a bit more focused on nibbling on Jack's bottom lip, tilting his head into the kiss for more access and shifting his hips a bit against Jack's for some slight friction. He can't really help that last part, his body is doing things on its own and his dick is the ringleader, already half hard which shouldn't be hard to miss.]

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[ His lips are pulling wide, into a silly sort of smile, and while it sort of ruins the whole deepening of the kiss, Jack's feeling a bubbly kind of contentment at the moment. Not really something that happens too often - the bed is warm and too comfortable for him to even think of eventually leaving it, and the body beneath him is soft and warm, giving under his weight and pressing in just where he needs to. More than that, the body isn't just a body. It's a friend, someone he'd been joking and snickering with the night before, despite the fact sex is usually the time Jack shuts up, unless dirty talk is involved. ]

Probably. They don't come often.

[ So that makes you special, you ridiculously hot little shit. Finding his hips lined up with Dirk's, Jack gives a slow, firm grind against him, lazily sliding their lengths against each other, or the dip of their hips. After a pass of a deeper kiss, Jack licking past his lips, tongue sliding against Dirk's in a mimickery of their hips, before he parts to drift lower. Teeth scrape along his throat, moving to shoulders and collar bones and back up.

Where he stops at the side of Dirk neck, aaaand prompty blows a raspberry against his skin :|

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[Dirk keens a bit, back arching ever so slightly when Jack grinds against him like that and sucks a bit on Jack's tongue when it slips in his mouth. He's about to reach between them and grab your dick for all that amazing teeth scraping on his throat, but then that raspberry has him yelping a bit, one knee jerking up on the outside of Jack's right hip and an arm shoving at the side of Jack's face reflexively.]

You dick!

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[ Jack's to busy having an absolute giggle fit to worry about getting his face shoved aside - just flopping his torso to he side, face buried in the sheets next to Dirk's right shoulder. And given Jack's never actually laughed quite this honestly, loudly, and without pretense since coming to Ajna, it's not something Dirk, or anyone around here aside from perhaps Michelle, has ever heard before.

Their hips are still locked together though, obviously, he's stopped with those little thrusts for the moment, and his hand has strayed up to caress over Dirk's stomach, halfway up his chest, and down again. Just lazily running his hand over him, enjoying the feel of him. Eventually, his laughter and snickers fade, and he presses a couple chaste kisses to Dirk's shoulder, lips still pulled into an unabashed smile as he peers at him, mock-sheepish. ]

Like you'll really have any trouble getting back into the mood. The beauty of youth.

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[He finds himself quickly losing annoyance when Jack laughs like that. Not that he was really all that annoyed to begin with. But yeah, he hasn't heard that before and he likes it, so he stays quiet and snickers a bit with Jack. The snickers subside when Jack starts feeling up his stomach and chest and he closes his eyes and heaves a breath through his nose, just savoring the feeling of contact. It's a simple and common thing for a lot of people, but for him it's monumental.

He glances over at Jack when he looks down at him with that stupid grin and gives him a mischievous and sultry smirk.]

Who says I ever got out of the mood?

[He punctuates that with an upward roll of his hips, sliding their cocks together once again and biting his lip as he does, the corners of his lips curling up a bit in a boyish way.]

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[ Jack's eyes slip closed at the burst of sweet, slow contact, and Dirk's silk smooth skin sliding easily against his own. His teeth scrap along his lower lip, and a quiet groan comes from deep in his throat. ]

You might be the first one to actually wear me out, punk.

[ Granted, Jack's pretty good at pacing himself, and he can keep up as long as he calms himself down in between Dirk's climaxes. That's made apparent enough as he shifts to center himself over Dirk's chest again, pushing up on his hands to give his hips more leverage, room to move. Shifting his weight to one hand, the other slips down, circling both of their cocks and holding them firm together, then beguning to lightly pull his hips back, thrusting forward again to fuck against his hand, and against Dirk's dick held close. ]

Not any time soon, though.