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[and the Brigadier is on the plane, looking the exact opposite of pleased. he has a hand pressed to his side, and is wincing just a bit] Damn! Bloody, hotheaded... going to get someone killed!

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Drop off the Plane? No one would think twice about just one person checking in to a hotel in either of our realities... I think we could find one that overlaps.

[Jack seems to think about this for a moment] The Hub is empty right, and I do have a military cot under my office.

[he smirks a bit] That should work well enough.

[Jack returns the smirk and his hold on him tightens the slightest bit. He focuses on returning to the Hub, like he usually does, but this time makes an effort to bring the Brigadier along with him]

[and he drops from the plane with Jack - though not into the Hub; but still with him, and in an area adjacent; the Brigadier stops to look about]

Mm. Looks private.

[To Jack, it looks just the small bunk under his office, stairs and all] Private enough?

[he nods] Mhm. Now... shall we get back to what we were doing?

[Jack doesn't even pause to respond, his lips once again pressed against the Brigadiers. He finishes undoing his pants and his fingers hook on the edge, tugging them down]

[the Brigadier doesn't just stay idle; while Jack is working at his trousers, the Brigadier is working at undoing Jack's shirt, unbuttoning it]

[Jack stops tugging, only to dip his hand inside the Brigadier's pants, fingers pressing against sensitive skin firmly]

[the Brigadier lets his stoic demeanour fall; he gasps just a bit against Jack's lips. his hands pause sort just a second before he finishes at the buttons, then moves to undo the... straps on his trousers okay I forgot what they were called]

[Jack smirks for a moment, self-satisfied at having already coaxed such a sound from the Brigadier. His fingers continue to move, pressing and teasing against sensitive flesh, urging more such sounds from him]

[and the Brigadier responds in turn - though now he's beginning to slip more into the persona of Alistair and out of full-on Brigadier mode. it's much easier to do this sort of thing while not in work-mode. he tilts his head back now, eyes closed, still fumbling with those straps for a bit; as it's rather hard to remain focused while Jack's teasing him like that]

[Jack's teasing doesn't stop, but rather increases. The hand buried in the Brig's hair slides down his front, unbuttoning the handful of buttons on the jacket and pushing it aside, doing the same to the buttons on the bottom half of his shirt. He splays his fingers and presses the hand against bare flesh, feeling the heat radiating off of him]

[he finally manages to get the straps undone and moves his hands - as steady as he can keep them - to Jack's trousers, undoing them as well. the Brigadier moans at Jack's touch, pants in kind. normally he's the one leading things, so this is a rather different change of pace for him]

[Jack feels the Brig's fingers working his pants and rolls his hips, grinding into the hand, his own palm pressing against the Brig's arousal with enough force to be more than simple teasing]

[the Brigadier focuses as best he can in getting Jack's trousers down while the other man grips him or whatever it is Jack's doing. the Brig is usually much more used to being the dominant one in these sort of things. he finally gets Jack's trousers entirely undone and carefully pushes them down, then allows himself to buck his hips and rub against the man's hand]

[Jacks other hand moves to the small of the Brigadier's back, pushing slightly as he pulls away from the kiss in order to nip at his neck]

[the Brigadier tilts his head back a bit; Jack'll be the second immortal he's ever slept with in his life, really, though the first one wasn't technically ever human to begin it. ANYWAY, the Brigadier slides one of his hands downwards, fingers trailing along the inside of Jack's thigh before taking the man's length in his hand]

[Jack let's out a low groan, bucking his hips into the Brigadiers hand. He starts walking forward, closer to the bed, nudging the Brigadier along with him]

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