Second Chance(53)

The thought of the impending conversation did nothing for Nate’s stress levels, because he was terrified that Jack would say no. But Nate had got to the point where he had to take the chance. He couldn’t enjoy spending time with Jack anymore with all this stuff whirling around in his head, so he had to spell it out and hope for the best.



Jack answered the door with a huge smile that made Nate’s heart jump in response. “Hi, it’s great to see you.” He pulled Nate into his arms and kissed him until Nate was breathless.

“You too,” Nate said when Jack finally drew away.

“You’re freezing.” Jack touched Nate’s cheek with his fingertips. “Did you walk?”

“Yes. I took the car back after dropping Cass off. I was in the mood for a stroll.” Walking to Jack’s had given Nate a chance to work off some of his anxiety.

“I can’t believe we finally get to spend a night together.” Genuine excitement shone on Jack’s face and gave Nate hope.

“Yeah, it’s going to be great.”

“So nice not to have to rush things for a change. Do you want to take your bag upstairs? Then we can have dinner if you’re hungry.”

“Yes, I’m definitely ready to eat soon. That sounds great.” Nate was starving. Normally he ate before coming to Jack’s, but tonight Jack had insisted he was going to cook for them both.

“Okay. I’ll go and put the rice on. Come and find me in the kitchen.”

Upstairs, Nate smiled when he saw that Jack had brought in an extra bedside lamp so there was one on each side of the bed now. He put his bag down on the floor by the side of the bed he assumed would be his, and toed his shoes off before heading back downstairs.

“That smells amazing, what are we having?” Nate slid his arms around Jack from behind while Jack stirred something in a large shallow pan.

“Red Thai curry,” Jack said, leaving the spoon in the pan and turning in Nate’s embrace to kiss him again. They kissed each other gently at first, teasing pecks of lips that deepened into a sensual exchange.

The hiss of a pan interrupted them, making Jack wheel away quickly. “Oh bollocks, that’ll be the rice coming to the boil.” It had boiled over, spilling starchy water on the top of the cooker. “Get yourself a drink while I sort this out. There’s beer in the fridge if you’d like some, or various non-alcoholic things.”

Nate hesitated with the fridge door open, tempted by the beer.

“Nate, have a beer if you want one. I don’t mind.”

Chuckling, Nate reached for one of the ice-cold bottles of Becks. “You’re a mind reader. And thanks. I do fancy a drink tonight if you’re sure it’s okay with you?”

“It’s fine. I’m used to not drinking now. It really doesn’t bother me.”

Normally Nate was on Cass taxi duty at the weekend, so it made a nice change to be able to have a beer. Cold and delicious, Nate got through his first bottle by the time Jack had drained the rice. He’d planned to switch to lime and soda after that to keep Jack company, but Jack opened a second bottle for Nate and took it to the table.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” Nate teased.

Jack grinned. “Yeah. So I can have my wicked way with you.”

“You do realise you get to do that anyway?”

“Whatever. Just drink the beer. I know you like a drink sometimes and you don’t need to avoid it because of me.”

“Okay, I’m not going to say no.” Nate lifted the new bottle. “Cheers.” They clinked glass and bottle together and smiled at each other.



Dinner was as delicious as it smelt, but was quite spicy, so Nate finished his second beer during the main course. They both had coffee with dessert—shop-bought tiramisu rather than homemade, but very tasty.

Nate tried to start washing the dishes after they’d eaten, but Jack distracted him by groping his arse until Nate turned around to kiss him. Then Jack dropped to his knees and pulled Nate’s trousers and underwear down so he could suck Nate’s cock right there in the kitchen.

“This feels so dirty,” Nate said as Jack worked two fingers into him. “Like someone could walk in and see us.” He knew they couldn’t. Jack’s parents were up in Cirencester until Sunday morning, and Nate and Jack would hear the front door if they came home unexpectedly. But still. It was hot as fuck having Jack on his knees in the kitchen, and it only took a few minutes for him to make Nate come. Afterwards, he pulled Jack back up and kissed him, tasting himself on Jack’s mouth while he rubbed Jack’s cock through his trousers. “I think it’s your turn now. How do you want me to make you come?”

His face pressed against Nate’s neck, Jack murmured, “I want you to fuck me.”

“Where? Want to go upstairs?”

Nate felt the movement of Jack’s head as he shook it slowly. “No. In the living room in front of the fire.”

“You really want to make the most of having the house to ourselves then.” Nate wasn’t complaining. By the fireplace in the front room was a perfect location for sex. “But I don’t think your parents will be too pleased if you come all over their fancy rug.”

They ended up bringing Jack’s duvet downstairs and laid that over the Persian rug to protect it. It was warm in the living room. The fire had been burning for a couple of hours and the embers glowed hot as Nate threw on a couple of new logs. “Get naked then,” he said to Jack. “And lie on your back.” While Jack did that Nate lit some candles and switched the electric lights off. When he turned back to look at Jack he was like a work of art, the warm flickering glow of the fire and the candles blurring the lines of him like smudged pastel on paper.