Page 39 of Natural-Born Cullers

Pulled in so close to Jack’s side, Gray lay just as naked and wasted next to him, his hand resting across Jack’s lower back as if he knew keeping pressure on a cane mark would hurt, even in sleep. His breathing was just as deep, as lost to burnout, and Jan brushed a touch at him first, then Jack, trying to not wince at just how tentative hisstick to hornet’s nesttouch was. “Gray?” he said when Jack didn’t move.

A sleepy “Hmm?”came off Gray.

“I think….” Jan brushed at Jack’s shoulder again, concern chewing heavy at his insides. “I think you’ve broken him.”

Gray stirred, then a lift of head came, only his look was off… odd, the blueness to his eyes still buried beneath a cloud of black.

“What….” Gray gave such a long, catlike stretch along Jack. “What time is it?”

“Just past six. I got out early.” Jan stroked at his thigh. “You okay? Youbothokay?” They didn’t look it.

“An hour.”

“Hmm?”

Jan got no answer as Gray murmured and shifted into Jack’s hip, showing how hard his cock was.

Then he eased on top of Jack, tracing up to his wrists and holding him down.

“Gray.” Jan kept that so quiet, so low now. “Jack’s asleep.” His own breathing came so levelled as images tried to surface of another time, another place. How Jack had been in Vince’s bed, asleep and—

“I own his head, no one else.”

He eased into Jack, so long, deep, looking angered, but tired… exhausted with it, as if he chased one final thing that haunted his own head and heart, Jack lost there in the mix.

“S’okay, soft lad.” Jack stretched his body beneath Gray’s—into Gray’s. “M’here. Always. For you, but for him at the moment. Let him own this.” He sounded so tired.

Each muscle in Gray’s ass was finely defined as he took Jack, fighting against his own release. Jack’s body cried he’d long since lost any fight to burn with Gray and all that was left for him was to lie and take it again as Gray tried to find a way out of the chaos. And lie and take it he did.

But memories played with Gray too, maybe became mixed up, because Jack had never seemed more at peace lately over what Vince had put him through, Jan too in his own right, so this… this was about the psychopath finding his peace, owning the damage done tohisin his own way, however fucked up that way was. He fought for ownership of his own head, everything that haunted it, that had destabilised the past between them all. And by taking it, control was remoulded under his touch, redefined—he just needed the space and trust to reshape it, grow into it, because… because something seemed to be shifting within him.

His heart calming, Jan instantly eased down his concern and sat down. Sweat sheathed Gray’s body, and he looked close, so bloody close to coming, but refused to give it up in the same breath, needing to hold on to it, to Jack. So tilting his head, Jan ran the lightest touch down Gray’s spine, drawing his way through the light line of perspiration.

“C’mon, baby,” he said gently. “Own it.”

Gray dipped his head, his hold in Jack deep, his catch of breath so damn quiet as he came.

Jack groaned as Gray shivered, and where Gray had held him down by the wrists, Jack stroked at the back of his hand, grounding him in other ways. Then Gray eased off and tugged Jack in close as he lay on his back. Jack crashed on Gray a moment later, head going to his shoulder, long hair damp with sweat and mostly covering his face, the fight to stay awake lost in that moment as he shaped Gray’s side.

Gray gripped Jack’s hair and tilted his look up to his, waking him back up. For a moment he stroked at Jack’s jaw, his look not registering Jan was there, but not really fully with Jack and out of the black either. “Fifty minutes left.”

“Fuck,” groaned Jack.

“Your time, your one rule,” Gray said flatly. A look came Jan’s way. “You’re the only one I’d allow to touch him. So take him.”

Jan frowned, but Gray’s look was back on Jack, the grip on his hair not letting Jack’s look fall from his.

“Gray…” Jan said quietly. “He’s done in. So are you.”

“Fifty minutes,” came the quiet reply. “You have that to hold him in this.”

For God’s sake, both of them up against each other, naked and wasted in the aftermath, who wouldn’twantthis? But Jan wouldn’t ever take Jack without him enjoying it too. “I can’t, you know that.”

Gray stroked at Jack’s cheek, something else playing in his eyes. “It’s okay to hurt him. He’ll take it for you.” A smile crept up.

Jan shivered, the echo of Gray’s words over Jan first fucking Jack in his office and it being okay to hurt him because he’d take it coming full cycle and hitting so hard. In Gray’s hold of Jack now, Jan saw how many times Gray had done just that, with Jack cryingfuck yes, where it had terrified Jan to even think of treading because all Jan saw was Jack’s hurt, not… him. But the words weren’t meant for him. Gray knew Jan would never see harm done to Jack. So Gray still played his head games with Jack here, seemed to own every memory and kink Jack fought to control. And such a tired smile came off Jack, one that said the call to stop would maybe always belong to Gray.

“Yeah,” Jack said quietly. “I’d take it for you, soft lad.”

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