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[misterparker]

They're still in bed, sheets twisted almost violently around their legs, Parker's rubbing an absent hand across Jack's back.

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[_to_the_bone]

Jack doesn't even realize why it's stinging, at first, only frowns with some discomfort, at nothing in particular, and shifts a little. Things connect- actions with consequences, and he looks even more perplexed.

Oh. Gracious.

[misterparker]

Parker brushes his fingers up over a bite mark on his shoulder and grins a little. Yeah, that'll bruise.

[_to_the_bone]

He follows his fingers, and can't believe he made that.

Jack is never pushy in bed. This is...

"Lord Almighty, things have never taken that turn before." It was nice. Except his back hurts, but it was still nice.

[misterparker]

"Sorry," Parker says, vaguely. Unapologetic, really.