Page 87 of We Were Never Lovers
“Yeah,” Sean breathed because Jack was damn good. “You’re always so good for me, aren’t ya, Jackie?”
Jack flushed redder at his words, squeezing his eyes shut as he nodded, the reaction delighting Sean so much he had to kiss him before he moved back down the bed.
He added a slicked-up finger to the blowjob. He was up to three fingers and had the taste of Jack’s come from milking his prostate on his tongue when Jack started to beg.
“Fuck, Sean, please, please, please,” he said over and over, the words running together.
Sean remembered the first time they managed that—an off day, Jack flat on his stomach as he let Sean play with his rim and ass for what’d felt like hours. Sean had been massaging him there when he heard Jack’s gasp against the sheet, felt him twitching. He’d rolled him over and been fascinated as he watched a steady stream of come leaking from his dick, pooling on his abs. He’d kept playing with him until Jack begged for his dick. After that, he’d worked damn hard to train the response into Jack’s body, had told Jack it was his new mission in life (aside from winning the Grand Final). Jack had smiled, ducked his head, shrugged like he was pretty okay with this new turn of events.
“Ya need my cock, baby?” Sean pulled his fingers out now.
Jack made a sound that could’ve been a yes, his wrists straining for a second against the cuffs.
Sean moved up the bed and reached over Jack’s head.
“What’re you doin’?” Jack slurred; there were tears in his eyes, a sheen of sweat over his throat, his face.
Sean met his eyes and tried to smile; he didn’t know why he was feeling nervous all of the sudden. He placed his hands on the cuffs and shook them.
“I want you to touch me,” he said.
Jack swallowed, his eyes sharpening before he said, “Yeah,” roughly. “Fuck, yeah.”
Sean unlocked the cuffs, slipped his hands free and Jack was on him, his big arms wrapping Sean up as he buried his face against his throat, licked the salty skin, his legs coming up to cradle Sean between his muscled thighs.
Sean fell back and pulled Jack on top of him, gripped the back of his neck and hauled him down for a kiss. He reached down for his dick as Jack lined himself up and slid down. Sean curled up, slid his arms around Jack’s back as Jack reached under Sean to hold him close. He ran his hands up and down the planes of his back as Jack rode him and Sean rolled his hips up to meet him. They pressed their foreheads together as they kissed and shared air.
In all the fucking they’d done, it’d never been quite like this—so close it was like they couldn’t stop touching, couldn’t get close enough.
Jack gasped into his mouth when Sean whispered, “You can come.”
And Jack did, his body going tight, his cock flexing and releasing between them.
Sean pressed a rough kiss to his cheekbone, his temple as he felt his balls draw up tight. He groaned at how good it felt, shoving his hips up to chase the feeling. They stayed tangled together, panting in the aftermath.
“Fuck me,” Jack breathed out as he collapsed on top of Sean and pressed them both back onto the mattress.
“Reckon I just did that,” Sean said and giggled.
Jack pulled back to look at him. Sean met his eyes and smiled. “That was different,” he said as he pushed Jack’s sweat-soaked hair off his face. “Ya good?”
“That was fuckin’ incredible,” Jack said, then laughed, disbelieving.
“I love the way ya do that,” Sean said and tucked Jack’s hair behind his ear, rested his hand on his nape.
“What?”
“Trust me,” Sean said.
Jack tilted his head to the side and smiled, and Sean still hadn’t got used to it—all of Jack here again, unencumbered, loose, fucking happy.
“I’ve always trusted you,” he said.
“Even when I was a cunt?” Sean asked and quirked his lips. He wouldn’t have trusted himself nor blamed Jack if he didn’t.
“Well, yeah,” Jack leaned down and rolled to the side, leaving his leg and arm over Sean’s torso. “‘Cos like, I always knew it was you, ya know? That same kid I met, and I knew he’d never hurt me. Not really.”
Sean rolled over so they were tangled together on their sides. “I’d say that’s pretty fuckin’ stupid,” he cupped the side of Jack’s face, studied this face he loved, had loved for over ten years and finished, “But I guess you’re not wrong. Couldn’t hate anyone as much as I hated you unless I loved them first.”
