Page 63 of We Were Never Lovers
Jack opened his eyes again and Sean didn’t need to know what he was thinking now. He leaned in and brushed his lips against Jack’s. Jack made a little sound, his cheek heating against Sean’s palm. Sean did it again, teasing him, and he could feel how much Jack wanted more in the way he panted against Sean’s lips, in the growing erection pressing against Sean’s thigh. And he was surprised and thrilled all over again at how Jack wouldn’t just take what he wanted, how he’d lay himself bare, waiting, trusting Sean to give him what he needed.
Sean pressed in, connected their mouths for longer, slid his hand down to run his fingers along Jack’s clavicle, over his shoulder. He rubbed his thigh up and down Jack’s dick. Jack gasped and Sean slipped his tongue into his mouth.
He slid his hand down, rested it over Jack’s pec, felt his heart pounding against his palm. Circling Jack’s nipple with his thumb, he came up onto his elbow, nudging Jack over to lay on his back. He straddled him, their dicks lining up as he deepened the kiss and ground his pelvis down. Jack’s arms came around his back, holding him in place.
Sean pulled back, huffed a little laugh as he dragged his nose against Jack’s, teased him with a light press of lips before pullingback when Jack chased him for more. He did it again, his hips working slowly, hand still splayed over Jack’s chest, thumb teasing his nipple before he leant down and sucked it into his mouth, laved over it with his tongue.
Jack made a broken sound in his throat before swallowing like he didn’t mean to.
“Nah,” Sean moved up to whisper against his lips, “wanna hear that.”
Jack tightened his arms, buried his face between Sean’s shoulder and throat, his lips moving against Sean’s skin as he spoke. “Please fuck me.”
And that sent heat through Sean’s gut, made his dick pulse. He slid his hand under Jack’s boxers and took him in a loose hold. Jack had a great dick, thick and long, uncut; Sean understood why chicks were always trying to pick him up. It didn’t take much of a leap of the imagination to picture a gorgeous dick like this on a body like Jack’s. Pity it was redundant for fucking. Not that Sean was complaining. He stroked up once, down once, a tease. He might not want that monster inside him, but he certainly loved stroking it until it was painfully hard. He’d love to suck Jack off until he was begging, to wrap his palm around him just before he was about to come and force Jack over the edge with him when he fucked him.
Jack spread his legs wider, his dick flexing in Sean’s hand, breath hot on Sean’s throat. Sean brought his head down and forced Jack’s face up with a nudge of his nose against Jack’s cheek.
He kissed him, and Jack met him, open mouthed and breathless. He was shaking, already so keyed up. Every time, he was like this. Sean had thought maybe it was cruel to draw it out, to tease him, but then he realised Jack liked it, liked to be on the edge of too much, trusted Sean not to push him past that point.
Sean was figuring it out, but right now he wanted to fuck him too bad to draw it out. He needed to bury himself inside Jack as if what he couldn’t figure out with words could be figured out if he just fucked him enough.
He released him and went for the lube. Jack made a punched-out sound as if he thought Sean was leaving him.
“Just gettin’,” he said and came back, held the tube over Jack’s face and wiggled it in the air.
Jack ran his hands up and down Sean’s back roughly, over his t-shirt, holding him there. Sean snorted a laugh and kissed him again.I’m not goin’ anywhere, he said with the kiss. Jack’s tongue tangled with his, a filthier and deeper kiss than the reassuring one Sean was going for, but it felt like Jack was trying to talk to him too. Like he was saying,please don’t go anywhere.
Sean broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Jack’s, caught his breath.
“I swear, I ain’t goin’ anywhere,” he said gruffly. He felt stupid for it—Jack was just horny and the dick he thought he was about to get up his ass looked like it was getting out of bed.
“Never?” Jack whispered.
Sean cleared his throat, dragged his face down the column of Jack’s neck and pressed his reply into his skin with light kisses. Jack’s arms tightened.
He got Jack naked, and yanked off his own shirt and pants. He rolled him onto his stomach, propped his hips up, teased his balls with his hand, rubbing the pad of his thumb against his taint, circled his hole, watched Jack shake. He replaced his hand with his mouth, tongue moving gently over the thin skin.
Jack was vibrating by the time Sean decided to finger the lube into him, no more teasing, just perfunctory prep before nudging him onto his back. He pushed his thigh against his chest, stroked his own cock with some lube before lining up.
He flicked his eyes up and found Jack watching him. His chest was heaving, hands white knuckled at his sides, crunching the sheets. Jack exhaled in a rush as Sean breached him. He forced himself all the way in and dropped his body onto Jack’s so they were chest to chest. He found Jack’s mouth and kissed him as he pulled out an inch, thrust back in. Jack was tight, wet, a perfect pressure and warmth encasing Sean’s cock.
Jack arched under him, but didn’t stop kissing him back, the punched-out sounds going straight into Sean’s mouth. His dick was thick between them, rubbing up against Sean’s abs. Sean marvelled at how he never flagged, how he seemed to get harder the longer he was fucked and not touched.
“Gonna come on my dick?” Sean asked, his lips caressing Jack’s earlobe, biting down gently. “Or ya need a hand?”
Jack gasped and gripped Sean’s ass cheeks, his big palms kneading him, trying to get him deeper.
“I reckon you’re gonna come on my dick,” Sean rushed out as he sped up.
Jack groaned, his fingers digging indents into Sean’s skin.
Sean pushed up onto his hands, hips still moving but slowing down. He waited. Jack opened his eyes and looked up at him; his lips were parted around those punched-out breaths, his eyes shining like he was shy. It disarmed Sean for a moment, his pace slowing further.
He wasn’t sure what he was doing, other than knowing he was waiting for something.
Jack closed his eyes and dug his fingers into Sean’s ass—not forcing him to do anything, more like he really fucking wanted to force him to go faster but wouldn’t.
Sean dragged himself out, agonisingly slow, pushed back in at the same pace. Fuck but it was exquisite; Jack clenched down on him and Sean dropped his head between his shoulders witha gasp. He did it again, extra slow, his arms tensing to hold his position, sweat breaking out on his forehead, chest and back.
