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He knew those hands, the demands in them, so well by now. And if he had the thought process to spare he would wonder what that meant about understanding Jim's sexual cues so well. Maybe it was just because he was an observant person, maybe he was getting a little too comfortable with him.

It didn't matter. Nothing mattered as his vision went fuzzy around the edges, as his heart beat heavily in his chest and his stomach tightened in knots, and then Jim was making that noise, his body was doing that twitching thing, and he didn't even try to resist getting swept up in it all and riding that wave right along with Kirk.

No shame in fast. Fast and hard and satisfying. Definitely no shame in that. But regardless of the kind of sex they had, he always had to catch his breath afterwards, and he didn't hesitate to rest his head on Jim's shoulder as the world settled around him again.

"Nnnng. Fuck." He muttered, kissing the man's neck in thanks before shifting so they could both managed to lay on the couch without having to deal with body weight.

He grunted when the other laid his weight on top of him, but it was a grunt made from familiarity rather than any sort of discomfort. His hand rose with that same familiarity, stroking FDR's hair lazily, shivering when his neck got kissed.

He turned his head to look at him, keeping in close against him to enjoy the warmth of his companion. Maybe a part of him should have been concerned at how easily they slid into the most comfortable positions on the couch.

"So, not that I didn't enjoy that, but what's wrong?" he asked him, arching a brow. Because they both knew he knew something was up, but those blue eyes had genuine concern in them - or as much as he willing to show.

And back to reality. There's a slow sigh, and a crack of an eye that unconsciously fell closed when that hand carded through his hair.

"Friend just texted. Wants me to move in with her for an undetermined amount of time." And he's sure Jim can understand just how unsettling that conversation was.

Ah. Well, good explanation. He continued to pet his hair, pursing his lips as he thought on that for a moment.

"Well, first question, have you had sex with her?" he asked, because this was very important. It could mean the difference between running for the hills and getting an upgrade in the living space.

There's a huff of a laugh. Because that's a ridiculous question. "Yeah."

Of course. He would have been more worried if he hadn't.

"So, second question - do you like her enough to even want to?" He asked him, turning on his side so his hand cupped the back of FDRs head as he pet him. "Or I guess - why does she even want you to move in? Because if she's asking this after one time with no real reason other than you slept together, run for the hills." Really, he should know this rule.

Okay, he should probably explain things a little more fully. But sometimes it takes a moment for the brain to kickstart after sex.

"It's not exactly like that. She's asking me because she needs help. She actually said she needed help. And her boyfriend ran off and won't do it. And how can you say no to a woman who's asking for help?"

That doesn't make him feel any better about it. He doesn't sleep with people. Trust issues. And now he's moving in for a bit. "Til the damn clones melt."

"Oh," he said and nodded thoughtfully. Well, that was different, wasn't it? It wasn't in their nature to leave someone in the lurch, was it? It went against them on some core level despite their playboy and cavalier attitudes.

"Well, seems to me you should. I mean, you say it like she's not one to ask for help, and if she's a friend asking for help," he shrugged, because they both knew they couldn't rightly refuse.

"Id offer to move in to make you feel better, but I think that's taking liberties," he chuckled.

"Yeah." It's a resigned sigh. He's already come to that conclusion himself, but he still doesn't like it. There are just so very many ways for this to go really bad. "Just...needed a moment to remind myself its not the chains tightening."

"Can you watch the dog? Not sure it's safe to take him."

He nodded and despite himself his hand reached up and his fingers twisted the ring he kept on his chain beneath his shirt.

"Well, keep to a separate room, and if you need to get some, well, there's always me," he reminded him, dropping his hand. "And sure. Do you want him to just come over here? He won't be alone all day that way."

His eyes lazily followed that action, and he remembered that night after busting his hand and the conversation that followed. Yeah. That was the kind of pain he was trying to avoid.

With a thankful hum he leaned in and kissed Jim. "Always you." He was starting to depend on that, as dangerous as that might be.

"Yeah, lets do that. Not like you work or anything anyway."

Even as he kissed him, he punched the others chest. "Ass," he huffed. "I've actually gotten jobs, you know. And a commission to build something."

He sat up and stripped off his shirt, letting it drop and turned to FDR. He reached down, grabbing his shirt and tugging him to get up.

"Come on," he said, his destination clearly the bedroom.

He chuckled and rubbed casually at his chest before forcing himself up with Jim's incessant pulling.

"You know. It defeats the purpose of a quickie if you do a second round. And I've got to pack." But none of that stopped him from following.

"It's not like you're moving to another city," he rolled his eyes, turning to strip the other of his shirt before taking his hand and drawing him down to the bed and sliding on top of him.

"Besides, now I won't be right across the hall. Might as well enjoy easy access while you have it, right?" He grinned, nipping at him, not admitting that a part of him was... upset, maybe, that FDR wouldn't be across the hall anymore.

He snorted as he settled comfortably in the bed, let his hands slide up to rest on bare hips. "Only until the clones melt. Hob says a week is all they lasted last time. Shouldn't be gone too long."

And why did it sound like he was promising he would return? That wasn't even close to necessary. But the man did have his dog. Not that...okay maybe he did like his old pathetic dog.

Obviously this whole thing was getting to him. "Oh, just shut up and do it already."

"Yeah," he said to the first part, not wanting to think to hard on that either. Zev would be gone, and that poked at his heart more than he wanted it to as well.

He leaned down and kissed him deep, his hands running up and down his sides, thumbs rolling over his nipples and then slid behind him to wander down his spine and rub at that fifth port spot once more.

"Who said this had to be a quickie?" He hummed, pressing his hips down flush to FDRs, slowly grinding against him.

"You...you are a horrible distraction." But it's not really that strong of a complaint, not when his body arches with the path of those hands, hips twitching as that spot is manipulated-that spot he should never have mentioned ever.

He rolled his hips back, even if he hadn't quite recovered from their episode from just a minute ago. "Five minutes, if you can't get it up and inside me in five minutes, I'm leaving." Not that he doesn't love these long torturous sessions of build-up and sex, but now there's responsibility on the back of his mind, and while it's not enough to stop him from seeking sexual pleasure, it's enough to make him not draw this out.

"I am the best distraction," he growled, grinding against him harder, his cock happy to start rising to the occasion again. Kirk was nothing if not a pleaser, after all. He had a reputation to keep up, didn't he?

He grinned against his mouth, kissing him hard and hungry, his hands pawing down his back and over his hips before reaching out to the bedside to drag out another bottle of lube. It paid to be prepared in many areas of the house, didn't it? Especially since he and FDR had started up their benefits relationship. He slicked up his fingers, making sure the gel was better than cold before working his fingers beneath the agent and into him.

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