Second Chance(33)

Putting a hand between them, Jack squeezed Nate’s packer, breaking the kiss to say, “It feels hot, when you rub against me like that. Does it feel good for you?”

Nate sat up, his arse on Jack’s crotch. “Mentally, yes. Physically, I don’t feel much unless the packer rubs me just right. But leave it there for a moment, we’re not in a rush today and I like having something to grind on you with.”

Jack grinned up at him. “Grind away. Kiss me again.”

Nate leaned back down and Jack curled a strong hand around the back of his neck as their mouths joined again. Grabbing Nate’s hip with his other hand, he pushed; rolling Nate over so Jack was on top now.

Time was meaningless as they kissed, lost in the push and pull, the sensations of kissing, touching, stroking, grinding. Experimenting and taking turns to be in control, they communicated with their bodies rather than with words. It felt balanced, both of them more dominant at times and more submissive at others. They kissed until Nate’s whole body was lit up with arousal, the hot weight of it focused between his legs, an ache that needed to be satisfied.

He rolled Jack onto his back again. “You have way too many clothes on.” He pushed Jack’s T-shirt up and kissed the line of dark hair on Jack’s stomach. Sliding the fabric higher, he teased Jack’s nipples with his fingers, and stroked the sprinkle of dark hair on his chest.

“So do you.” Jack grabbed the bottom of Nate’s T-shirt and pulled it upwards. Nate lifted his arms so Jack could get it off completely.

“Wow.” Jack’s gaze roved over Nate, who basked in his obvious approval. Nate had worked hard on his body and was proud of the results. He wasn’t lean and ripped, but he had solid muscle in all the right places, and the contours of his chest were perfectly masculine since his surgery. The scars didn’t bother him. They were a part of him now, and since transition he was at peace with his body and its flaws in a way he’d never been before. “You look amazing.” Jack ran his hands over Nate’s chest. The hair there was paler than Jack’s, but thicker. It felt so normal to Nate now; he could barely remember what it was like to have no body hair. Touching Nate’s scars with careful fingertips, Jack asked, “Was it very painful? The recovery from surgery?”

“Not really. Nothing like as bad as I imagined. It was actually quite numb because they cut through so many nerves.”

“Yikes. Did all the sensation come back?”

“Not all. It still feels different. My nipples aren’t as sensitive as they were. But I don’t really miss that. It’s totally worth it to like what I see in the mirror.”

“And so you should. You look hot.”

Nate grinned. “You’re not so bad yourself. Now get this T-shirt off so I can see you properly.” He tugged on the offending garment and Jack helped Nate pull it off him.

“I’m out of shape,” Jack said with a grimace. “I lost muscle when I stopped working out.”

“You look fine to me.” Nate kissed him to prove it, grinding down against Jack’s crotch again. Jack was on the skinny side, but Nate didn’t care. He liked how Jack looked. Huge muscular guys made Nate feel delicate in comparison and that messed with his head. He moved his mouth to Jack’s neck, lips scraping stubble, and Jack shivered.

“Still too many clothes.” Nate reached for Jack’s fly, and Jack started work on Nate’s.

“That feels so real,” Jack said. Nate looked down to see the bulge of his silicone dick sticking out of his fly, still trapped in his briefs. Jack was stroking it like someone would a cis guy’s dick, thumbing over the head and squeezing. The sight sent a jolt of arousal through Nate as though he could feel it.

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool. But now, it’s in the way of the dick I want you to stroke.” Nate climbed off Jack for a moment and started pushing down his underwear and jeans, taking his silicone cock with them. When he looked up, Jack was watching him. Self-conscious for a moment, suddenly aware of what was missing, Nate said, “Come on. Don’t make me be the only naked one here.”

“Sorry. I was too busy admiring you. Your thighs are gorgeous.” Jack wriggled out of his jeans and underwear and Nate straddled him again.

“That’s better.” Nate smiled. He lowered his body, rubbing the hard ridge of his cock against Jack’s.

Jack groaned and arched up to meet him. They kissed again, grinding against each other. Wet and slippery from arousal, the movement was easy. Jack’s cock slid over Nate’s and then between his legs, making Nate groan with frustration and the need to be filled.

He broke the kiss to ask, “What do you want to do? Suck? Fuck?”

“What do you like doing?” Jack looked up at Nate. “Top, bottom, oral? And is there anything you don’t like? I want to make you feel good, I don’t want to fuck up and do or say the wrong thing.”

It was weird having this conversation already naked and almost riding Jack’s dick. Normally Nate did a lot of negotiation about sexual preferences by message before even meeting a guy, and on the rare occasion it happened face-to-face it had always been while he was fully clothed. Feeling vulnerable, it was hard to meet Jack’s gaze, so Nate lowered himself so he could hide his face in the crook of Jack’s shoulder as he answered.

“I’m versatile, but I didn’t bring a cock for fucking today, so I’ll bottom if you want to fuck me. I use both holes for sex, so you can take your pick, but if you want to try both then use the front one first then switch to anal. Oral is always good. There isn’t much I don’t like. But I am picky about what words you use. It’s a boner killer for me if you use any feminine words for my body—so dick and cock work, and front hole for the hole that you don’t have.”