Only a little late, haha. I actually had written this in my notebook on Friday but forgot to type it up. Sorry.
So! The smut part. Hurray! It's not really that smutty... I did write all of it out at first but it was so freaking bad. I'm a little rusty at this. /shot/ So I went the comedy route instead. This is the last part unless I grow a second head and it wants to write morning after or whatever.
Henry blinked in surprise as his back hit the wall before his eyes slid shut, melting as Jack's lips moved insistently against his own. He didn't give in without a fight, though; when Jack's tongue slipped past his lips Henry stirred from his haze and pushed against his mouth, battling for dominance.
Both men were experienced and neither wanted to end up on the bottom. They kissed sloppily, tongues clashing, muffled groans of pleasure lost between them. When they finally pulled away for air they were both panting, pupils dilated.
Henry licked his lips and Jack pounced, pressing his hips against Henry's and taking advantage of the dark skinned man's gasp. Jack's tongue explored his mouth as Henry relaxed slightly, accepting defeat. Henry could see how the sheriff could charm so many women. He would have married the man just for his kisses.
After another brief clash of tongues Jack pulled back, heavy breaths ghosting over Henry's lips. He opened his mouth as if to say something before shutting it again; he didn't have anything to say. Instead, he smiled devilishly and raised his hands to Henry's shirt, slowly undoing the buttons.
Henry looked back through half closed lids. His deft hands mimicked Jack's movements, making quick work of the buttons there. His expression mirrored Jack's.
As Jack slide the shirt from Henry's shoulders they pushed away from the wall, shedding the sheriff's shirt as well. Just before they hit the bed Jack twisted around, pushing Henry onto his back. Their lips met once more and they set to work on belts and zippers. After a moment Jack left Henry's mouth to warm the skin of his neck with long, open-mouthed kisses. Henry held back a moan and slide Jack's pants down his hips.
They wrestled with the garment before it came off, throwing it carelessly to the floor. Not one to be out done Jack instantly tugged at Henry's slacks until they came to rest next to Jack's beside the bed.
Jack's lips returned to Henry's neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. This time Henry moaned low in his throat, the noise reverberating through Jack's lips.
Their hips brushed. Jack growled quietly and ground down, meeting Henry's upward thrust. They groaned at the contact. Henry wrapped his hands around Jack's lower back and pulled him down further, locking their bodies together. They rocked against each other, panting and making noises neither would care to admit to.
After a short while, though, the simple friction wasn't enough. Jack stilled the movement of his hips with an effort of will and lifted his head to look at Henry.
"So… what do we do now?" He asked. He actually knew how it was supposed to work, having, ah, looked into the subject previously; he simply didn't want to admit it.
Henry frowned slightly. He knew the answer. "I'm not sure," he lied. He, like Jack, was too embarrassed to admit his knowledge on the subject.
They looked at each other mutely for a second before Jack dropped his head down to lap at Henry's neck. "This works," he panted.
Henry didn't answer, simple rolled his hips up in agreement.
