Jack's back slammed against the wall and Owen's mouth covered his in a fervent kiss. Jack could taste coffee, and toothpaste, and sex on the other man’s lips.

Sex? Not new. Jack had had a lot of sex. A lot of sex. If he actually kept little black books he would have needed a bookcase.

But now? Feeling every thread in his jeans where Owen was grinding against him, hearing Owen’s heartbeat pounding against his ears, it was like he was a virgin again. The new senses made everything new and different, and slightly scary, and it was the biggest turn on he'd felt since...who knows when.

His skin tingled everywhere Owen touched, every brush, every barely flutter of a touch left burning trails of lust.

And the taste. Oh god the taste!

Owen's mouth moved off his and started licking, sucking, and nipping down his jaw and neck. "God! Want you. Need you." Owen growled hoarsely in his ear. “If I can’t have you I’m going to fucking scream.”

Jack actually whimpered.

The other man grinned and reached for Jack’s belt, dropping to his knees looking at Jack in a way that threatened to make him come before his pants were even open.

Owen pulled him free and leaned on Jack’s hips pushing him back against the wall as Jack bucked forward. “Don’t do you dare poke my eye out with that thing.” Owen murmured with a grin, though it felt like a shout in Jack’s ears,

Jack’s laugh was cut short as Owen swallowed him to the root without so much a warning. Christ.

Jack let his head bang back against the wall trying to think unsexy thoughts and avoid embarrassing him self by coming like a fumbling teenager behind the bleachers for the first time. His hand scrabbled against the wall, and he forced himself to concentrate on the rough drag of it against his fingertips.

Jack heard the deafeningly loud sound of a zip being pulled down, and shivered when he realized Owen had let go on his hips and was opening his own jeans.

His world narrowed to just the two of them, in cool, dark back hall. The rough stone digging into his back, Owen's hot wet mouth on him, the sound of his own ragged breathing, and their heartbeats filling his ears. He felt himself start to slip, sliding into the feel of Owen’s lips around his cock. The rest of the world was starting to disappear around the edges.

“Stop!” he gasped. “Owen. Stop.”

Owen pulled back, reaching out to help as Jack’s knees buckled and he slid down the wall. He panted, trying to get his bearings,

“Too much.” Not enough. But Jack had been sliding and in another second he would have been gone. And god only knew how close Owen had been. Ianto wouldn’t have been there, and as much as Jack loved a good blowjob, that wasn’t a path he really wanted to take.

Owen was staring at him, eyes wide, chest heaving as he fought for breath, shaking slightly. “Zone out?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Fuck” Owen slumped forward, head landing Jack’s chest. “Me too. Thought I could last. You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“‘Fraid not.” The fear had abated the lust somewhat, but not nearly enough. “You still planning on screaming?”

Owen gave out a frustrated little groan, “I think,” he admitted, pulling himself upright, “a cold shower might be more productive at this point. “

Jack laughed, sliding back up the wall, he pulled Owen into a quick, mostly chaste, he was still too close, kiss. “We can shower together. Huddle for warmth.”

Owen smirked, returning the kiss with one of his own. “Step in the wrong direction. But I got to say I like your thinking.”