Page 123 of Everything That Kills Me
Zeph took more of Jack into his mouth with each dip of his head. Deeper and deeper. Jack slid his fingers into Zeph’s hair.
Zeph gagged and pulled back. “That was my only chance to get all of you in my mouth. Now it’s too late.”
Jack chuckled.
“I’ll play a different game.”
“Am I going to like it?”
“My mouth, my hand, your dick? What do you think? Shall I get the dice?”
“No.”
Zeph worked Jack’s cock as slowly as he could, pressing and squeezing, bringing him close to coming, before stopping him. He did it time after time, while Jack grew increasingly vocal.
“I’ve had enough of this teasing… Fuck! I mean it. No more.”
“But I haven’t had enough.”
A moment later, they were wrestling on the floor and laughing.
“Present inside my boxers.”
“I’ve already spotted it.” Jack brushed his hand over the bulge.
“Not that.”
As Jack pulled off Zeph’s underwear, the sachet of lube fell out and Jack made a small, desperate noise before stripping. Zeph pinned him down, used his mouth and tongue all over his body, dropped kisses along every dip and ridge, then slid up to capture Jack’s mouth, swallowing the sounds that burst from his lips. Jack wrapped his hands around Zeph’s hips and pressed his fingers into the crease of his arse.
When Jack moved him gently onto his back, the look on his face made Zeph’s heart lurch. Jack did care for him. He could see that. But Zeph loved him.And he mustn’t tell him. Jack wouldn’t say it back and Zeph couldn’t stand the bright white pain of not hearing it.
In any case, love would make Jack run.
The words might be bubbling inside Zeph but he wouldn’t let them out.
See it in my face
Feel it in my touch
Know it from my kiss
You are everything to me
Zeph sat up as Jack leaned down. Their lips met and the kiss was instantly oceans deep.
Jack lubed his cock, then prepped Zeph, one finger inside him, two, then three while Zeph hurt his back wriggling on the carpet. He wished he’d dragged Jack upstairs to bed. But then Jack pushed Zeph’s legs apart, held on to his hips and pressed into him. One long slow glide that didn’t stop until he was all the way in, and Zeph forgot everything but the feel of this and the look on Jack’s face.
He pulled out, pushed back again, the angle different and Zeph erupted into a blaze of colour, a sky full of fireworks. He was chattering, telling Jack he wanted more, harder, saying all sorts of crap and Jack was fucking him into a mindless mess and Zeph couldn’t do anything but lie there and come. And he came and came as Jack pounded into him.
Zeph had made a mess all over his stomach and chest. Jack panted above him. He’d stopped moving but he was still buried inside him. Zeph wanted to sit up and kiss him but he was too exhausted to try. And he’d done none of the work. Had Jack come?Fuck!Zeph managed to reach up and pull him down. Jack pressed his face into Zeph’s neck. A couple more thrusts and Zeph felt him come, wrapped in his body, for a short while a part of him.
Neither of them moved. They lay plastered together, glued by sweat and come. Zeph slid his hands into Jack’s and felt him squeeze his fingers. Zeph would never feel like this about anyone else. He didn’t want anyone else. But things had changed. He shouldn’t want Jack to love him now because he might not make it through next year. Perfect as this moment seemed, it was ephemeral. They’d part again and this time Zeph should be the one to engineer it.
But he’d make the most of every day they had together.
On Monday morning, Zeph was all packed for a journey he wouldn’t be making. Jack was packed for a journey that he would.
“Let me drive you to the station,” Jack said. “It’s started to snow.”
