Page 153 of Everything That Kills Me
“What have you done with my boyfriend? Shut up, Dr Seuss, and get the lube.”
Jack came back with the lube and without his underwear. Zeph was leaning against the wall, his lips kiss-swollen, his eyes wide as Jack strode towards him. Jack’s heart missed a beat when his gaze fell on Zeph’s scar. Faded now but a reminder that he might have lost him.
“Turn around,” Jack said.
Zeph faced the wall, put his head against his arms and tipped back his hips. Jack dragged his gaze down the length of Zeph’s spine over his smooth, tight backside. He was desperate to get inside him, but he fumbled and squirted lube everywhere except where it was needed.
“We going for Turkish wrestling?” Zeph asked. “We need olive—argh.”
Jack pushed two fingers inside him and shut him up.
For two seconds.
“JackJackJackJack…”
He threaded his fingers in Zeph’s hair and held him in place as he stroked his way to his prostate. Zeph’s knees buckled as Jack touched it.
“Oh God. That feels so good,” Zeph said with a moan. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“Next time,” Jack whispered.
“Promise?”
“Yes.” Jack had spent his life lying but he didn’t want that to be a lie.
Jack’s cock replaced his fingers, and one long, slow push brought his hips up tight to Zeph’s arse with Zeph pressed against the wall.
“Okay?” Jack asked.
“Yes. I want to come so badly. Like…now. Too fast. So I’m mentally listing all possibilities for sex. Positions and places. Thank fuck it’s complicated maths.”
Jack laughed and started to move. He dropped his hands to Zeph’s hips and wrapped his fingers around them, securing him in place, anchoring him into his thrust, then he moved faster and harder, and drove both of them wild.
Zeph dropped a hand to his cock and Jack knocked his fingers aside, wrapping his own hand around him, jerking Zeph off in the same rhythm as he was fucking him.
“So good, oh God, fuck…” Zeph spurted into his hand and Jack came too, his world turning brilliant white as every cell in his body joined in the explosion.
Jack pressed his face into the junction of Zeph’s neck and shoulder and mouthedI love you.
Forty-One
Zeph woke the next morning with Jack’s mouth around his cock.Bliss.Zeph wasn’t counting the number of times Jack had to suck before he came but he was pretty sure he didn’t manage to reach double figures.
“Why does this never last long enough?” Zeph moaned. “And yes, I’m blaming your magic mouth.”
Jack laughed.
Then Zeph gave Jack his moment of delight. Of course, Jack could hang on a lot longer, but that was a bonus.
Jack lay sprawled beside him, looking as though someone had poured him across the bed. “You’ve broken me.”
Zeph caterpillared back up to him. They needed to have a discussion and he didn’t want to be the one to start it. Well, hehadstarted it when he’d resigned but the next move was up to Jack. Jack pulled him closer and they lay curled on their sides with Jack’s arm over Zeph’s waist, his face pressed into Zeph’s neck.
“So you resigned,” Jack said.
“Uh huh. I wasn’t sure you’d heard me say it.”
“Ha.”
