Jack

by A M Snead

  Sliding his fingers through his hair, Jack sighed and moved deeper into the bedroom. He resisted the urge to sit on the bed, to feel how comfortable it was. He didn’t want to know. Still he found himself drifting toward it, gaze caressing the pillows on which Garrett laid his head every night. He quickly forced his thoughts back to the scene in the rec room. Maybe it was a good thing he saw it. It could serve as a constant reminder not to have the wrong kinds of thoughts about Garrett.

  “He’s going to dump you, you know.”

  Jack turned quickly, startled. “Scotty…”

  The young man stared at him from the doorway, his face tight. It wasn’t filled with animosity as before, but neither was he resonating friendliness. “As soon as you let him fuck you, off camera…” Scotty’s tone was dull, dejected. “He’s going to dump you. He’s still in love with me, even if he won’t admit it.”

  “We’re not…together, Scotty,” Jack told him. “There’s nothing between us.”

  Scotty shrugged. “Just saying,” he murmured. “As soon as he fucks you, he’ll be done with you.”

  “We’re not going to fuck off camera,” Jack insisted, but Garrett’s request in the day room yesterday came back full force; he had asked to fuck Jack off camera.

  “Whatever,” Scotty said. “Just giving you a heads-up. He’s still into me. We still fuck…we did last night. Outside.”

  Was that where Garrett had disappeared to? Was he lying about things being over between him and Scotty? “That’s your business. And Garrett’s,” Jack said quietly. “I told you, there’s nothing between us.”

  Scotty stared at him, a pinch in his brow. “Garrett…” He blinked then shrugged again. “Don’t say you weren’t warned.” He backed out the door and disappeared.

  The boy’s calm, matter-of-fact tone bothered Jack more than his previous freak-out. He seemed so…certain of what he was saying. And it wasn’t as if he had been pushing Jack to believe him—had he done so, Jack might have believed it was just “preconceived” ideas as Garrett had said. But Scotty had merely been “telling” him and leaving it up to Jack to believe him or not. And that’s what bugged him.

  Why is it bugging you? You don’t like him that way, right? So, what do you care?

  “I don’t,” he whispered.

  “Don’t what?” Garrett appeared suddenly, CD in hand.

  “Uh, nothing,” Jack mumbled.

  Garrett held up the CD and grinned. “I knew I left it down there.” He took it to the stereo.

  Jack stared at his back. “Last night…” Jack said slowly, “…when you left the rec room…where did you go?”

  “Huh?” Garrett glanced over his shoulder. “Oh that. I had to finish up an assignment for this course I’m taking.”

  Jack looked around the room. College course? He didn’t see any text books or anything even remotely academic. So, he’s probably taking it online, what does it matter?

  Garrett finished with the stereo and turned around. Whistling sifted out through the speakers as the music began to play, and Garrett whistled along. Jack’s pulse quickened as he came closer. “See?” Garrett smiled. “Easy. Just put your lips together and…blow.”

  “It isn’t that easy,” Jack murmured.

  “Okay, so maybe it isn’t,” Garrett admitted. “But it helps if you get into the music, move with it.” His hands were on Jack’s hips before he knew what was happening. “Come on…even if you can’t whistle, I bet you can dance.” He squeezed Jack’s slim hips and he urged Jack to move with him in rhythm to the music. The song did have a catchy tune and in no time at all, Jack was swaying to the beat. “There you go.” Garrett grinned. “Now feel the music and let it flow up out of your tongue.”

  “Out of my tongue?” Jack looked at him doubtfully.

  Garrett smiled. “Yes. Just curve your tongue and tighten your lips a little, and just…blow.”

  Swallowing thickly, Jack’s hands rested tensely on Garrett’s arms. Talk of lips and tongue was making him lightheaded and caused his cock to twitch.

  “Like this.” Garrett leaned down, his mouth close to Jack’s. “Watch.” His tongue curled a bit and lips curved firmly in what resembled a slight pucker—as if he were preparing to kiss Jack. But instead, he blew softly, and a perfectly tuned whistle emerged, his warm breath caressing Jack’s lips. Jack’s cock hardened instantly and without permission. “See?” Garrett whispered, his lips brushing Jack’s mouth. “Easy.”

  “For you maybe.” Jack shuddered.

  Garrett smiled. “For you, too…with a little practice,” he murmured. “Try it.” He demonstrated with his tongue again. “Let me help you.” He touched his lips to Jack’s and slid his tongue into his mouth, curving it up around the bottom of Jack’s tongue. Jack trembled, eyes growing heavy as he anticipated the full-on kiss. But Garrett withdrew his tongue slowly. “There,” he whispered with a slight rasp to his voice. “Just like that.”

  Jack struggled to conjure up the images that would keep him grounded in reality, even tried to remember everything Scotty had just said to him, but his mind was suddenly clouded and refused to work. Words slipped out before he could stop them, before he could even comprehend what he was saying. “Show me again,” he breathed unsteadily, heart beating wildly.

  “My pleasure,” Garrett said softly and closed the tiny space between them again, his tongue slipping inside Jack’s mouth once more.

  Jack moaned when Garrett wrapped his tongue, then squeezed the man’s arms as Garrett drew Jack’s tongue into his mouth and sucked firmly. His cock went from hard to steel in an instant. Garrett pulled him tighter against his body. His arousal shoved against Jack’s crotch and Jack moaned again, igniting Garrett.

  Reality broke through the fog filling his mind a split second after his back hit the bed and the weight of Garrett’s body pressed him into the soft comforter—and, oh God, the bed was every bit as comfortable as it looked. He clung to the moment of clarity, but his hold wavered as Garrett shifted his mouth to Jack’s throat and sucked his skin. Their bodies moved with a will of their own, shifting and adjusting until they were snug together. Garrett’s hips pushed against Jack’s crotch with an intoxicating rhythm as images of their scene together came back in a rush and the memory of how Garrett’s cock felt thrusting into him exploded his mind.

  He’s going to dump you. Scotty’s words broke through suddenly, rattling his senses. As soon as you let him fuck you off camera. Garrett’s own insistence that he didn’t engage in random sex off camera flooded Jack’s mind as well. Yet here he was, with the clear intention of fucking Jack—without hesitation.

  Jack trembled, his body screaming for the man as Garrett rocked against him so perfectly.

  “Oh fuck, Jack,” Garrett groaned and bit the skin of his throat. “I need to fuck you so bad.” His hands shoved under Jack’s shirt, feeling so good against his heated body. “I want you.”

  Fuck, I want you, too. But reality was pushing in with added force. His hands shaking, Jack grabbed Garrett’s arms then pushed him back. But Garrett’s hungry body strained against him, unwilling to retreat. “Garrett…” Jack swallowed hard as the man groaned and sucked his neck. “Garrett…” Jack had no will to fight him, didn’t want to fight him, but somehow summoned enough strength to push the guy off him. He crawled off the bed quickly before Garrett could reach for him again. His legs barely held as he moved away from the bed, his fingers raking his hair. “I…I think that’s enough…lessons for one day.”

  Garrett lay on his back and stared at Jack, his hunger burning in his eyes. “You asked me,” he panted, “…to show you again.”

  Jack looked at him without replying. When he felt the pull to crawl back onto the bed, he turned away instead, his legs resisting the retreat as he forced himself out of the room.

  ♥

  Scotty glanced behind him, back toward the large house, making his way further into the trees along the path. The text had come in shortly after he’d talked to Jack, telling
Scotty to meet him out by the old grove. They met out there a lot. It was private, and the trees muffled the sounds of their passion.

  He was waiting for Scotty when the boy arrived. “Come here, baby.” He leaned against a fallen log and held out his hand. Scotty smiled and went to him without hesitation. Strong arms encircled him, and warm lips touched his ear. “I’m sorry for the things I said last night,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean any of it. I do love you, baby.”

  The man’s cock was hard inside his pants. “Were you…thinking about me?” Scotty trembled. “Is that why you’re so hard?”

  “Of course, baby,” the man groaned and kissed his neck, sucking his skin hungrily. “Who else?”

  Scotty hugged him tight. “Jack?” he swallowed tightly, eyes starting to burn. “Last night…you said…”

  “Forget last night,” he moaned and rubbed his hands down over Scotty’s ass. “I was being an asshole. I’m sorry. You’re the one I want. Jack is just…” He stopped as if catching himself.

  “Just what?”

  “Nothing.” He kissed Scotty on the mouth, hard and hungry. “How about we…make up?”

  Scotty pressed his face to the man’s neck and nodded. “I would like that.”

  “Then get naked,” he whispered.

  Complying eagerly, Scotty quickly removed his clothes as the man did the same. “You’re beautiful.” Scotty smiled, his gaze lingering on the man’s massive erection. “You really want me that much?”

  “I do,” the man groaned and turned Scotty around. “Bend over the log.”

  Scotty leaned over and flattened his hands on the smooth bark of the fallen log. He gasped sharp and bit his lip hard as he was suddenly filled with thick cock. “Yes…” he whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut, a smile on his face. “Yes…fuck me…please…”

  Fingers gripped his hips and then the man was thrusting into him, hard and deep, loud groans and grunts exploding out of him. “Fuck! I’m so horny, baby! Give me this sweet ass.” He slammed into Scotty with more force, fucking him with urgency. “Uh! God! Yes! Take it! Fuck!”

  Scotty clutched the log, his arms aching as he was shoved forward again and again. Yes! Fuck me! Take me! Make love to me! Tears slid down his face and his smile widened. Love me…

  19 “The Release”

  THE incident with Garrett left a funny feeling in Jack’s stomach that wasn’t at all amusing. How could he have looked Lucas, Garrett, and Scotty in the face one moment, insisting there was nothing between him and Garrett—and the next, practically fuck the guy in his bedroom?

  Jack stood in the open French doors and looked out at the patio, and beyond that, the pool. A few of the guys were in the water, goofing off as they had been a couple days ago when Jack had first arrived. He couldn’t tell from where he stood if Garrett was among them. Facing the man again so soon after their recent encounter wasn’t at the top of his “to-do” list. The unavoidable truth was—Garrett did affect him. And not just on a sexual level. If it had only been a sexual attraction that kept thrusting him into the man’s arms, on his lap, into his bed…Jack would be fucking all these guys—on sight. None of them were lacking that hot sexuality that could easily get Jack going. But it was always Garrett he ended up nearly fucking.

  For all his verbal denials and inner resistance to the man, the reality remained—he wanted more than just a fuck-fest with Garrett North. But that wasn’t a reality he was comfortable with, nor one he was quite prepared to explore just yet, maybe never. The uncertainties surrounding Garrett were exactly why he put off any notion of romance, with anyone. He didn’t trust “love.” And whether or not Scotty was simply “fucked up” and speaking about some inner delusions, Jack couldn’t un-hear the things the boy had said. Had he and Garrett really fucked last night? Jack wasn’t sure he believed Garrett’s excuse for disappearing, and even if it were the truth—who’s to say he didn’t take a little detour first?

  You need to let it go and get him out of your head. Even if at some point Jack was ready to venture into romance, maybe doing so with another porn star as “popular” as Garrett wasn’t the best choice.

  “Hey, hottie.” Jack jerked when two fingers jabbed lightly at his ribs from behind. Derek grinned and stepped around him. The guy wore a pair of black swim trunks with neon green stripes down the sides. He popped the tab on a beer. “You’re coming to the club tonight, right?”

  “The club?” Jack frowned.

  Derek nodded toward the pool. “Walk with me, babe.”

  Jack followed Derek out to the pool. He made a quick scan of the occupants but found only Lucas, Chase, and one of the other boys—Zachary—whom he’d met last night at dinner. The twins lounged on the far side of the pool, sitting on the edge, feet dangling in the water. They cast Jack a sweet smile and waved. Jack smiled back and nodded.

  “The club,” Derek said. “Just a little place in the city owned by a friend of Gideon’s. Daniel. Some of us dance there, for fun and extra pay.” He took a drink of beer and smiled. “I’m going to be dancing tonight. You should come and watch.”

  “Fuck.” Lucas swam to the edge of the pool. “If he’s going to be there to watch anyone, it’s going to be me.” He hauled himself out of the pool. The tight cherry red speedo clung to his junk, accentuating every curve and swell of his cock. “I’m the hottest dancer at the club.”

  “In your dreams,” Derek drawled.

  Lucas chuckled and gazed at Jack. “So, you going to join us?” At this, Lucas nodded toward the pool. “There’s extra trunks if you don’t have any, or…” He looked Jack over appraisingly. “Go commando, none of us will mind.”

  “Uh…” Jack laughed softly. “Nah. I’m not really in the mood for a swim.”

  Derek chugged the last of his beer then set the can aside. “Well, the water is great. If you change your mind, jump on in.” He dove off the edge of the pool into the water.

  Jack watched him until he felt Lucas staring at him, rubbing his lips together. “What?”

  Shrugging, Lucas cleared his throat. “Did you and Garrett…talk things out? Are you two good?”

  “Uh…yeah,” Jack murmured and looked away evasively. “We’re…fine.” He couldn’t imagine he was fooling Lucas. Even Jack heard the hesitation and doubt in his own voice.

  “That’s good.” Lucas nodded, not pressing the issue. “Because like I said, what happened in the rec room…that was my fault and I take full blame.”

  “It’s cool,” Jack insisted. “Garrett and I are just friends. There’s nothing else to it.”

  Lucas slung his arm across Jack’s shoulder and kissed his cheek. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that, baby. You might actually convince yourself.”

  “Why do you think there’s more?” Jack asked, a note of defensiveness tinging his voice. “This is only the third day I’ve been here. I don’t even really know Garrett. Why would I be into him?”

  “You can be into someone the second you meet them,” Lucas pointed out.

  “It isn’t like that,” Jack said. It was, he feared, but he wasn’t ready to admit it out loud.

  “Okay.” Lucas smiled and dropped the subject. “Hey, why don’t you come in the pool and we can…rehearse for our pool skit?” He wriggled his eyebrows. Jack couldn’t honestly say he wasn’t tempted—the guy was fucking hot, especially standing there all slick and wet in his skimpy red speedo leaving very little to the imagination. But Jack’s nerves were still on edge from earlier, his body still feeling the need for action, and he didn’t trust himself with anyone right now.

  “Sounds wonderful.” Jack smiled. “But I think I’ll pass for now.” He glanced at the twins who were watching him with soft eyes and inviting smiles. “Maybe I’ll just go hang out with Mickey and Marcus.”

  “They get all the love,” Lucas grumbled then grinned. “Okay, suit yourself.” He smacked Jack’s ass. “But I’ll get you in that pool eventually.” He winked then ran and dove in.

  Jack sighed and walked around t
he perimeter of the pool and approached the twins. “Mind if I sit with you guys?”

  “Please do.” Marcus smiled up at him. He and Mickey scooted apart, making room for Jack between them.

  “So how are you two lovely boys today?” Jack asked as he sat down.

  “We’re good.” Marcus leaned against him. Both boys wore only swim trunks.

  “Better now that you’re here,” Mickey added with a sexy squint of his eyes.

  “You are coming to the club, aren’t you?” Marcus asked and linked arms with Jack. “Please?”

  Jack looked at him and lifted an eyebrow. “Do you two dance as well?”

  Mickey laughed softly. “Sometimes,” he said. “But we don’t work there.”

  “So what kind of club is it?”

  “A strip club,” Marcus told him.

  The mental image of the twins onstage together caused a sizzling heat in Jack’s groin. They had to be a heavenly sight to see. “So, uh…who are regulars there?”

  “Um…” Mickey looked thoughtful. “Derek. Lucas. Chase.” He nodded toward the pool. “Zachary. Grady.” Jack had met Grady the night before as well, but the guy wasn’t out here by the pool.

  “And Bailey,” Marcus piped up and smiled. “He’s really sexy.”

  Jack chuckled. “Well sexy seems to be the common denominator around here.” He smiled. “Especially with you two.” Jack hadn’t met anyone named Bailey.

  “You’re so sweet.” Marcus hugged up to him closer, his bare chest warming Jack’s arm. Images of the hammock scene from yesterday flashed through his head and his body quickly responded. Whether or not he had any real feelings for Garrett—Jack was pretty sure he had fallen a little bit in love with the twins the instant they took him in hand and made love to him.

  “So, who is Bailey?” Jack asked. “I don’t think I’ve met him yet.”

  “He has an apartment in the city,” Mickey said. “He stays out here sometimes, but he’s an EMT, so he needs to be close to the city when he’s on duty.”