Some of Jack's best fact-finding has been done between the sheets, not to mention many other things. Harry isn't sleeping, and there is one thing Jack knows of that puts most men to sleep. Doesn't hurt that it's something he enjoys as well.

His chin brushes against Harry's chest, skin smooth and without a prickle of beard no matter what the hour. All hail fifty-first century genetics. He stops his mapping of Harry's body with his mouth and fingers long enough to look up into his face.

"A Marine. I would have loved to see you in a uniform." Another kiss, a taste of his skin. Whether he believes Harry or not is absent from his face. Makes it easier when his eyes can easily be on the body under him, any movements of his mouth disguised in a kiss. "Worked? You quit?"