He returned the kiss with enthusiasm, heat and hunger and careless disregard for the consequences later. "Sounds like a plan." He glanced at the street a moment, and grinned. "Even see the perfect place."
Pulling John up the stairs of a Victorian-era townhouse, Jack shoved open the door with one shoulder, humming happily. He shoved the door shut and pinned John to it, curling a hand around the back of John's skull as he leaned in for another kiss, rough and demanding.