Bucky & Jack
Jack closed his eyes for just a moment as he felt Bucky draw away, savoring every last moment of it. As much as he joked about sex--and it was funny as well as fun, if you were even doing it half right most the time--it was never meaningless. Maybe it had been when he was mortal, but now it was one of the few places in his incredibly bizarre life where he was normal (if pretty fantastic).
Opening his eyes, he was glad to see Bucky smiling, and his eyes might have followed the other man's tongue. Okay, they definitely did. "You're very welcome. So did I. And I actually don't say that to everyone." It was only half a joke. The slightly-furtive gaze didn't escape Jack's notice, heart aching a bit as he recognised it from too many lovers through the years, He wished just telling the other man that really it would be fine would make it so, but even in this place Jack knew it wasn't quite that easy. He had to ball his hand up to keep from reaching out again as he stood. "You, ah...ever want to repeat that a little further from the poultry, my door's open." It sounded pretty pathetic, but it was better than shining a spotlight on the actual elephant there. Despite what Gwen might have thought sometimes, he actually did have some limits on how much he'd pick at the ridiculous boxes people stuffed themselves into.