Page 16 of Trash and Treasure
Mico’s energy was starting to crash after the crazy high of finding Jack alive and well. “Deal.”
The doctor inserted the IV again and hooked up the monitors. “You drained yourself with the shift, and you’re not quite stable yet. The best thing you can do for yourself and Jack is rest, eat, and get a good night’s sleep.”
Mico nodded, barely able to keep his eyes open. “Sounds like a plan,” he murmured as he drifted off.
* * *
“I love the view,”Jack said from the balcony at Mico’s house. “The forest is all around us, but we’re safe up here.”
“My raccoon says it’s the next best thing to a hollow tree trunk,” Mico replied with a chuckle. “I’ll take his word for it.”
“Thanks again for letting me stay with you for a while,” Jack said. They had stopped at his apartment on the way and packed what he would need for several days.
“I didn’t realize you lived over the café.”
Jack shrugged. “I showed up with my duffel bag and the clothes on my back. If Sherrie hadn’t hired me, I don’t know what I’d have done. She realized that I needed somewhere to live and offered me the place upstairs for as long as I needed it. I’m grateful.”
“I know it’s too soon, but someday I hope you’ll plan to stay here with me for good,” Mico said, coming to stand behind Jack and wrapping his arms around him. He didn’t want to rush Jack, but their close call reminded him that life didn’t come with guarantees, and now that he had found his mate, he didn’t want to lose any time together.
“I was hoping you’d say that. Maybe we can ease into it?” Jack let his head drop back against Mico’s chest and laid a hand over his.
“Anything you want, as long as we’re together.”
Jack turned to face him, still in the circle of Mico’s arms. “The night we went for the walk, I kinda had it all planned out in my head, what I hoped would happen afterward.” Jack’s voice had dropped to a sensual tone Mico hadn’t heard before, and he stood close enough that Mico couldn’t miss the bulge in Jack’s jeans rubbing against his thigh.
“Oh yeah? Tell me.”
Jack stretched up to kiss him, then nuzzled along Mico’s jaw and down his neck. “I figured we’d eat dinner and have a couple of drinks. Then watch a movie, so we could sit together in the dark, real close.” His hands settled on Mico’s hips.
Mico was mesmerized and achingly hard. He was used to being the one to make the first move, but Jack’s forwardness was a surprising turn-on. “And then what?” he murmured, captivated by the mix of lust and affection in Jack’s light blue eyes.
Jack buried his face in the base of Mico’s throat, scenting him and rubbing his cheek against the sensitive skin.Marking me,Mico thought, recognizing the movement from what Jack’s possum had done—although thankfully, without the spit.
“I wasn’t sure which of us would make the first move, but I imagined what it would be like to slide my hand up your thigh, higher and higher, until I could feel all of you,” he said in a husky voice. “Then I’d pull down your zipper and slip my hand inside until I could wrap my fingers around your cock.” He smirked. “Before we shifted, when we were naked—I liked what I saw.”
Mico’s heart pounded, and his breath came short and fast. “Liked what I saw of you too. So in your plan, did you have to do all the work, or did I get with the program?”
“Oh, you definitely did your part,” Jack assured him.
“Why don’t we take this to the couch so you can show me what you’ve got in mind,” Mico said, so hard he knew it wouldn’t take much to make him come in his pants like a teenager. He led Jack to the sofa, and they fell more than sat, hands moving everywhere, tasting and nipping each other as they explored new territory.
“Is this okay?” Jack asked as his hand traced a path up Mico’s inner thigh and cupped his package.
“Better than okay,” Mico replied and thumbed the button on Jack’s jeans. “May I?”
“I’m counting on it.”
Mico pushed Jack’s jeans and briefs down far enough to let his cock spring free, already leaking pre-come. He lifted his hips to allow Jack to do the same to him and moaned when Jack swiped his thumb over the sensitive head. Mico reached between the couch cushions and pulled out a bottle of lube.
“Planning ahead?” Jack asked with a seductive smile.
“Hoping,” Mico admitted. He flipped open the lube and slicked his palm, then wrapped his hand around both their cocks. “Because I wanted to do this.”
Jack groaned with pleasure as the velvet steel of their stiff cocks rubbed against each other and slid through the tunnel of Mico’s fingers. He added his hand to Mico’s grip, holding them together.
“Not going to last long this time,” Mico whispered.
“Wanna see you come,” Jack said, meeting his gaze and then looking down at their cocks. “Give it up for me, Mico. Show me.”
