Second Chance(41)

“Remember your seventeenth birthday?” Jack asked. “We did it then.”

“God yes. I’d forgotten about that.” Nate’s eyes lit up at the memory.

“What did you do?” Cass asked.

“Nothing very exciting. Just went and hung out in the park drinking cheap cider as far as I recall.” Nate winked at Jack. He’d obviously decided not to mention that they also got spectacularly high. It had been a warm, sunny day and Jack remembered lying and looking up at the blue sky until he felt as if he was being beamed up into it by an alien spaceship. When he’d tried to describe the feeling to Nate they’d both got the giggles and had laughed so much that their stomachs had hurt.



When dinner was over, Jack thought overall it had been a success. Apart from the awkwardness around the wine, the conversation had flowed well, and Sue and Cass had both been very friendly and welcoming.

Jack insisted on helping to clear the table, but Nate wouldn’t let him wash up. “No, it’s Cass’s turn.”

“I can dry,” Jack offered.

“No need to dry. We have a rack. They’ll dry themselves and I’ll put them away later.”

Cass was already at the sink running water into a bowl.

“I’m going to go and watch telly.” Sue refilled her wine glass. “Eastenders is on in a minute.”

“I assume you’re not an Eastenders fan?” Nate said to Jack.

“No.”

“Let’s go up to my room then, and we can listen to music or something.” Nate gave Jack a suggestive smile.

Cass made a sound that might possibly have been a snort, but she covered it quickly by coughing.

“You okay there, Cass?” Nate said dryly.

“Fine thanks, Dad.”

Nate picked up his water glass, and then asked, “Do you want a cup of tea or coffee?”

“No, this is fine.” Jack still had his water from dinner too. He wanted to be alone with Nate now, and away from Cass. Not because he didn’t like Cass, she seemed like a great kid. But she was altogether too knowing, and Jack felt super uncomfortable under her scrutiny when he was about to go upstairs with her dad.

He followed Nate out of the kitchen and upstairs, breathing a sigh of relief as they finally got through Nate’s bedroom door and closed it behind them. There was no lock. They’d obviously have to trust that nobody would barge in.

“Wow. It looks pretty different in here.” Jack looked around the room.

It was the same one Nate had slept in as a teen, but was unrecognisable now. The previously blue walls were now a delicate shade of pink, apart from the wall over the bed, which was covered with floral wallpaper in shades of purple, pink, and a deep rose colour. It was pretty, but most certainly wasn’t Nate’s taste—unless his taste had transitioned in the opposite direction.

“Yeah I know, right?” Nate grimaced. “When I finished uni and moved out properly Mum redecorated and turned it into a spare room. Dad started using the third bedroom as an office. She did say I can redo it, but I’m not sure I can be bothered if I’m only going to be living here till Cass finishes school.” He sat down on the bed, putting his socked feet up on the duvet. At least the bedding was more masculine. A charcoal grey duvet cover and pillowcases were teamed with cushions in shades of blue and lighter grey. “Have a seat.” He patted the bed beside him.

Jack put his glass down on the chest of drawers and got onto the bed with Nate.

Nate shuffled a little closer and reached for Jack’s thigh, squeezing it as he kissed his cheek and murmured, “Alone at last.”

“Yeah.” Jack turned his face to meet Nate’s lips in a soft kiss, followed by something a little deeper. Nate slid his hand up Jack’s leg, reaching for his cock. Jack pulled away from the kiss. “This feels weird.”

“What?” Nate’s hand had found the bulge in Jack’s trousers now. He was half-hard, physically on the way to arousal even though his mind was lagging behind.

“Sneaking around while your family are here.”

“We’re hardly sneaking around. They both know you’re in my room, and I’m pretty sure they both know what we’re going to be doing—well, the big picture. Maybe not the finer details.” Nate rubbed Jack through his jeans. “They might not know that I’m about to suck your cock for instance. Mmm, that’s more like it.” Jack was getting harder despite his misgivings.

“I’m not sure that helps. I think I’d rather they thought we were playing chess or something.”

Nate chuckled. “We could play chess if you prefer, but I’d rather suck you off.”

“Hmmm.” Jack pretended to be considering it. “Yeah. I guess you sucking me off has its merits. But what about you?”

“You can suck me off afterwards.” Nate grinned, pushing Jack onto his back, and heading south.





Eleven





Nate lay on his back; eyes closed, and heart pounding. He could still taste Jack’s come as he clamped his mouth shut, trying to stay quiet as Jack teased him with slow licks.

“Suck me,” he hissed, spreading his legs wider, and tugging on Jack’s hair, pulling him closer.

Jack finally obliged, nearly making Nate’s eyes roll back in his head as he drew Nate’s cock into his mouth and sucked it lightly. At the same time he rubbed his fingers over Nate’s front hole and looked up at Nate, raising his eyebrows questioningly.