The art of compromise
Nathan muttered against his lips as his fingers tugged softly at the waist of the other man’s uniform, as they sat on the edge of the bed.
“Hmm?” Jack answered absentmindedly; only half listening as he was busy tugging Nathan’s jersey over his head.
“I don’t think we ever had any other kind of sex...” Nathan continued thoughtfully, breaking the kiss to throw off the jersey and then bit a low trail down the other man’s neck as he let them both fall down to lay heavily on the mattress.
Jack groaned, even as his neck arched up off the bed, his hand entangling into the dark curls, putting him closer and muttering, “That’s because you don’t know how to compromise, you stubborn son of a-“ cutting off with a groan as Nathan’s teeth grazed roughly at that over-sensitive spot on his neck.
“Compromise…” The dark haired scientist muttered thoughtfully, stopping his torture, even as Jack’s body pushed up against him, desperate for more of his touch.
“You mean to…give a little-“ Nathan rocked his hips lightly against the man beneath him, “To get a little?-“ grinning widely as Jack groaned deep in his throat and tightened both the hold he had on Nathan’s hair and the other gripping the sheets beneath them. He pushed up harder, trying to keep their bodies together.
“Compromise…”Nathan whispered in his ear, moving almost unbearably lightly against him, making Jack’s mutter incoherent complaints into his ear, now on the verge of whimpering beneath him…
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An hour later, as they both lay on their backs, panting hard and trying to catch their breaths, Jack propped himself easily up on one elbow and looked at the man on his left, chuckling lightly,
“Like I said…we have the best make-up sex.
“Hmm?” Jack answered absentmindedly; only half listening as he was busy tugging Nathan’s jersey over his head.
“I don’t think we ever had any other kind of sex...” Nathan continued thoughtfully, breaking the kiss to throw off the jersey and then bit a low trail down the other man’s neck as he let them both fall down to lay heavily on the mattress.
Jack groaned, even as his neck arched up off the bed, his hand entangling into the dark curls, putting him closer and muttering, “That’s because you don’t know how to compromise, you stubborn son of a-“ cutting off with a groan as Nathan’s teeth grazed roughly at that over-sensitive spot on his neck.
“Compromise…” The dark haired scientist muttered thoughtfully, stopping his torture, even as Jack’s body pushed up against him, desperate for more of his touch.
“You mean to…give a little-“ Nathan rocked his hips lightly against the man beneath him, “To get a little?-“ grinning widely as Jack groaned deep in his throat and tightened both the hold he had on Nathan’s hair and the other gripping the sheets beneath them. He pushed up harder, trying to keep their bodies together.
“Compromise…”Nathan whispered in his ear, moving almost unbearably lightly against him, making Jack’s mutter incoherent complaints into his ear, now on the verge of whimpering beneath him…
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An hour later, as they both lay on their backs, panting hard and trying to catch their breaths, Jack propped himself easily up on one elbow and looked at the man on his left, chuckling lightly,
“Like I said…we have the best make-up sex.