Second Chance(54)

It was wonderful not having to rush. With no time limit, Nate indulged himself in doing all the things he loved that drove Jack crazy. He stroked him, admiring the warmth of his skin and the planes of muscle. He stripped naked too, and then straddled Jack and kissed him, rubbing their cocks together until they were both wet with precome and Nate couldn’t tell what was from him and what was from Jack.

After taking a short break to put on his harness and cock for fucking, covering it with a condom, Nate knelt between Jack’s thighs and sucked Jack’s cock, teasing his crack with gentle fingers. When Jack started to moan and spread his legs wider, thrusting into Nate’s mouth, Nate pulled off. “Turn over. I want to lick your arse.”

Jack rolled over eagerly and got up on his hands and knees. Nate hummed happily as he licked into Jack’s crack. He loved doing this so much. The pure intimacy of the act, and the way Jack responded to it with moans and gasps of pleasure, drove Nate a little crazy. He gradually worked in his fingers, careful with only spit as lube, but Jack took two easily. Used to being fucked by Nate now, he was impatient for more, rarely needing Nate to go slowly.

By the time Nate slid his cock into Jack’s hole, they were both slick with sweat from the heat of the fire. It had burned down a little and was even darker now; the light from the candles just enough to see by.

Jack groaned as Nate thrust inside in one firm stroke. “I won’t last,” he warned.

“I don’t care. I just want to make you come.” True to his word, Nate started to fuck him hard and fast while Jack jerked himself off. Nate wanted to come again too, but he didn’t care when. For now, he was focused on Jack’s pleasure more than his own. Nate loved the sight of his cock sliding in and out of Jack, and the increasingly desperate sounds that Jack was making. When Jack finally came, crying out as his body tensed and shuddered, Nate felt as if the orgasm was his almost as much as Jack’s. When Jack was done, Nate slid out of him and tore off the harness so he could touch his cock. Jack rolled onto his back, gaze dropping to Nate’s hand where he rubbed and stroked. “Sit on my face.”

Nate moved until he was in position, straddling Jack’s face, and he groaned as Jack started to suck. The heat and pressure felt incredible, and when Jack started to stroke Nate with his tongue, he almost lost his balance as his legs shook. “Fuck, that’s amazing.” He leaned forward, taking some weight on his arms and starting to thrust gently.

A sound came from Jack that Nate hoped was approval, as Jack gripped Nate’s thighs, and squeezed.

“You okay?” Nate asked.

“Mmph.” Jack managed a nod.

“You like me fucking your mouth?” Nate said breathlessly, grinning down at him.

Jack’s only answer was to move his tongue faster and Nate lost the ability to speak, moaning as he arched his hips, pressing towards the sensation. His climax crashed over him. “Fuck, yes!” Jack sucked him through it until Nate was spent and his legs were trembling. He pushed himself up and shuffled backwards so he could kiss Jack, murmuring, “God. That was amazing,” before he collapsed on his side, one arm thrown over Jack, and his face smooshed up against Jack’s chest.

“That good, huh?” Jack kissed the top of his head.

“Mmm.” Nate closed his eyes, exhausted but his body still tingling with pleasure.

He was dozing when Jack patted his cheek gently. “Hey, do you actually want to go to bed yet?”

“What time is it?” Nate asked sleepily.

“Only half nine.”

“Yeah. I guess it’s a bit early then.” Awake again now, Nate realised the fire had almost burned down, and the room was cooling fast. “I’m too cold to nap here anyway.”

“Want to watch a film or something?”

“Yeah.”

They cleaned up a little, put T-shirts and boxers back on, and Jack put some more wood on the fire. “I’m going to make a cup of tea. Do you want another beer?”

Nate could still feel the effects of the two he’d drunk earlier. “No. I want to sober up before we sleep. I’ll have tea as well.”

“Okay, have a look through my watch list on Netflix and see if there’s anything you fancy. I’ll go and make the tea.”

Jack returned in five minutes or so with two cups of tea and a packet of chocolate digestives.

“How about The Woman in Black?” Nate suggested. “I haven’t seen it, and it looks pretty good.”

“Yes, go for it.”

They got under Jack’s duvet on the sofa and lost themselves in the film for a while. Once they’d finished their tea, they cuddled up together. Jack’s arm around Nate’s shoulders and Nate’s hand on Jack’s thigh. Jack took Nate’s hand with his free one and threaded their fingers.

Nate’s thoughts were beginning to drift away from the film and towards the conversation he wanted to have with Jack, when his phone rang.





Fourteen





Jack paused the film while Nate hurried to reach his phone in time to answer it.

“Hello, Cass?” Nate sounded anxious. “Everything okay?” A short pause. “Yes, this is Mr Harris. Who am I talking to? Why have you got my daughter’s phone?” Nate’s voice was increasingly panicked.

Instantly on alert, Jack sat up straight, gaze fixed on Nate, who was pacing the room now. Jack could only hear one end of the conversation but what he heard did nothing to reassure him.