Jack

[whispersoflove]

Continued from here.

The kiss was lovely, through and through. Anael carded his fingers through Jack's wet hair as it deepened; yes, he could stand for Jack's grin to fade for a moment like this. His other arm wrapped around Jack's waist, his feet firmly planted on the bottom of the Serpentine. The cold water had no effect on him and he was entirely focused on the man against him, Jack's strong body, the way they kissed, the swell of his heart in the moment.

The kiss was better than lovely; it was beautiful.

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[whispersoflove]

"Never Hell, no," Anael replied with a small smile, and finished dressing. "You'll have to give me directions."

[im_torchwood]

Jack got dressed as well and slipped on his boots.

"It's in Canary Wharf," he said, then explained just where. It wasn't as if the Torchwood building was easy to miss. For a secret agency they weren't very secret.

[whispersoflove]

Anael interrupted him fairly quickly in his explanations, clothes sticking to wet skin as he stepped closer to Jack. "Direct me as we're flying?" he offered instead, and held his hand out, lips curved in a slight smile, invitation for Jack to step closer, and Anael to take them up.

Honestly, he'd only found the Serpentine because it was fairly easy to spot from above. He was terrible at finding his way around London; he loved getting lost in the city too much.

[im_torchwood]

Jack laughed softly and nodded. In the air it was easy enough, the Torchwood building was a shining beacon in the very heart of Canary Wharf. Jack directed him to the roof where they'd have access to the door, then the lift to go down to the basement where Jack was calling home for now.

[whispersoflove]

"So this is home?" Anael asked once they were in the lift, stepping into Jack's personal space again to press a soft kiss to his lips.

[im_torchwood]

"Home for now," he said. "I had a hotel, but why pay for a bed when I barely sleep, right?" he said softly in between kisses. He was happy to linger at Anael's lips, in no hurry to be anyplace else.

[whispersoflove]

"Are you telling me you haven't got a bed?" Anael asked, chuckling against Jack's lips, sneaking warm hands under the man's wet shirt to touch skin. Not that a bed was necessary, really, but he predictably liked the idea of spending hours in it with Jack, trading kisses, soft touches, and, of course, making love.

[im_torchwood]

"Well, I mean...technically..." he drawled, then decided it would be better to simply kiss Anael again rather than explain he didn't really do much but close his eyes for an hour or so. He had a futon mattress on the floor of his 'office' and it served him well enough. Jack wasn't big on entertaining.

[whispersoflove]

Anael saw no reason not to lose himself in that kiss for the time it took the lift to reach their destination, fingers lazily exploring wet skin under Jack's shirt. Jack was a wonderful kisser, and such a lonely soul; Anael wanted to soothe that ache, however temporarily.

[im_torchwood]

Jack felt a tremendous calm as the lift dinged and opened. He only broke the kiss because he wanted to be closer, to feel skin. So he caught Anael's hand and lead him out and down a hall.

"Anything you see is going to be classified," he said. "You can't tell anyone anything about being here. Do I have your word?" Jack asked.

He felt he could trust Anael's word for some reason, though he did always have a bottle of Retcon he wouldn't hesitate to use.

[whispersoflove]

"Of course," Anael told him. That was an easy promise to make, given that 'classified' didn't mean much to him, and he didn't think that Jack would hurt anyone. "I won't tell a soul."

He had a curious nature, and later, he would undoubtedly be very curious about this place, but for now, he only had eyes for Jack, and as they walked, hand in hand, he stepped closer to him and rubbed his cheek gently on Jack's shoulder, touch that didn't force them to stop moving. "I'm only here for you."

[im_torchwood]

Jack took him into the office which was neat. A desk, a lamp, shelves of tech and bits and bobs, and in the corner a bed on the floor. With the door closed Jack moved so he could strip out of his wet clothes.

"Getting under that blanket with you is just about the best idea of my life," he said.

[whispersoflove]

"Under, over," Anael murmured with a smile, getting rid of his clothes in as record a time as he could do without disappearing them. They all ended up on the floor, and then he was pressing his still slightly clammy skin against Jack's, finding his lips again.

[im_torchwood]

Once he was naked Jack brought Anael into his arms to hold him close and kiss him deeply. He'd been in love and strangely enough, this felt like love. Like warmth and connection and that special sweetness between two souls. Jack knew it had to just be a rush of hormones, lust and an early autumn chill. Still, it felt good and he was in no rush to have this over.

"Let's lay down," he said when the kiss broke finally. He pulled Anael to the bed on the floor, pushing the blankets back.

[whispersoflove]

"You have got a bed," Anael playfully stated, on his knees on the mattress. He moved to straddle Jack's hips and kiss him again, running his hands over his naked back. So what if they weren't lying down, yet. This felt good in every way that mattered, and Anael wasn't in any kind of hurry.

[im_torchwood]

Jack's skin was cold and every touch was warmth and pleasure. He caressed Anael in return and sought lazy kisses. He was in no rush, a rare thing for a man so bent on action and instant gratification, but this felt right. He felt...peaceful.

[whispersoflove]

By opposition, Anael's body temperature hadn't seemed to lower at all, despite the cold water and then the flight. Nor did Jack's colder hands raise goosebumps on his flesh. While he did feel that they were cold, it simply did not affect him other than as an added sensation feeding into the loveliness of the moment. His cock was hard and resting against Jack's stomach, but it could wait. The series of lazy kisses they exchanged was the priority now, stroking his hands over Jack's back, into his hair, brushing fingers along his jaw and over his chest, thumb catching a hard nipple.

[im_torchwood]

Jack gasped softly. It had been ages since he'd been with someone so tender. Usually there was heat, passion, but this was simply peace. Jack felt so close to Anael, closer than he had any right to, and he delighted in kissing him again and again and again.

[whispersoflove]

Anael really would do this for hours, if given half the chance. Or at the very least, until Jack wasn't cold anymore. He could feel his skin gradually heat up as it dried, already mostly there from the wind of the flight. Comfort was important, in moments like these, and warmth would presumably only add to Jack's. It was so rare to find someone who would not rush towards sex, once naked and in bed together; Anael meant to enjoy every second of this, exploring what he could easily reach of Jack's body, his touches all tinted with love.

[im_torchwood]

A bit of moving like this, then that, and Jack had Anael on his back so he could brace himself over the serene man. He tugged the covers up over them for warmth, but also for privacy.

"I feel like I could kiss you for hours," Jack said. "Not usually the most restrained guy, but I don't want this to end too fast."

[whispersoflove]

Anael had bent his legs to bracket Jack's hips, a hand in his hair, the other gently stroking his back as they kissed. The man's words made him smile against his lips. "I appreciate your breaking your habits," Anael told him honestly. "But if you'd rather let restraint go, we can always go back to kissing for hours afterwards."

Nothing was a problem, really; there were only solutions, when it came to moments like these.

[im_torchwood]

Jack laid with him in a tangle, slowly rutting against him to feel the friction of his skin against the thick heat of Anael's cock. He gasped softly and held on.

"I want you," he said softly. "I want all of you..."

[whispersoflove]

Anael's breaths had got a little shorter with the sweet drag of his cock against Jack's skin, and he slid a leg in between Jack's to press up against him and return the favour. "Well," he smiled through the sensations, happy with the intimacy of the moment, fingers brushing tenderly through his hair. "You have all of me. What do you want first?"

[im_torchwood]

"Your skin. Your mouth," Jack answered, pulling Anael down to lay all atangle with him. Hands skimmed over skin, mapping every inch he could reach. And Jack kissed him, lazy and slow, learning the taste of him and reveling in the peace rather than any frantic rush.

[whispersoflove]

Anael's smile widened briefly, before Jack was kissing him again and he pulled it back in, leaving his lips free to return the kiss, tongue darting out to meet Jack's in languid strokes. It was rare to find a man quite so willing to indulge in snogging for so long, but Jack wasn't any man, now, was he. Anael had always thought that there was an age in his eyes belied by the rest of his appearance. Whatever his story was, Anael was glad for this, reveling in the moment. He rolled his hips with a laziness that matched the kiss, offering them both unhurried stimulation, as his hands swept down the expanse ofJack's back, palmed his arse, moved back his arms, simply enjoying the feeling of Jack's now warm body against his.