Groaning softly, Greg drew Jack's tongue into his mouth, sucking on it gently as his hand continued its trek upward, before settling on a hip, fingering the rise of bone there. The hand in his hair settled into fingering the shorter strands on the back of his neck, an almost idle thing. He wasn' usually this comfortable with people who weren't Ray, but the kiss was good, and the drinks and the atmosphere were starting to loosen him up past the point of caring.