The hard contours of Rusty’s body melded perfectly against Jack’s. The tender thought that Rusty was made for him flooded Jack’s mind and he felt his eyes sting with tears.
Jack was in heaven. It was as though Rusty had gone into Jack’s fantasies and knew exactly what to do, when to do it and how. Releasing Rusty’s hair, Jack tried to roll them over but managed to push them to the floor. He took the brunt of the fall and moaned. Rusty made it all better when he licked at Jack’s nipples. Rusty held Jack down against the floor and ate at every part of Jack’s body that could be reached. Rusty undid Jack’s belt buckle with practised ease. Jack arched upward in anticipation of what was coming. He pushed up to his elbows and watched as Rusty stuck a hand into his boxers. Jack’s pole throbbed into view but only for a second until Rusty swallowed it.
“Rusty.” Jack’s body shivered and his fingers reached for Rusty’s hair. Tightening his fingers, Jack felt his cock hit the back of Rusty’s throat. He lost control over his muscles and he fell back against the ground. His hands, that had so much control earlier, were now weak by his side. It was amazing how quickly that had happened but he loved every bit of it.
With his teeth gritted, Jack lifted a hand and bit down against the knuckle of his left hand to keep from crying out. He felt his body jerking and his abs tightening. His head thrashed from side to side against the floor as Rusty’s name was torn over and over from his lips. He was going crazy. He felt his orgasm building, stronger and stronger. His toes curled and his fingers stiffened. All he could do to avoid exploding within Rusty’s talented mouth was grab his darling’s hair and yank his mouth away.
* * * *
Rusty licked his lips when his head was wrenched away from Jack’s cock. He licked towards Jack’s penis, trying to get it back into his mouth. But Jack spun them around by hooking his legs against Rusty’s side and flipped. Rusty’s back slammed into the floor and Jack reached for his lips. Sticking his tongue out, Rusty licked at Jack’s lips before sucking them into his mouth. Jack’s nails dug into Rusty’s back and Rusty enjoyed the wonderful feelings immensely.
“My dreams.” Rusty was panting now. While he spoke, Jack’s hands undid Rusty’s pants. “Have been like this. Hot—” He dropped a kiss against one of Jack’s nipples—“searing, erotic...rough...”
When Rusty’s penis was free, Jack slid down his body and licked at the shaft. Jack spat against the head, jacked it a few times, then sucked it into his mouth. Closing his eyes, he savoured the delicious hotness of Rusty’s pre-cum. Jack slurped with his tongue and used his teeth to graze the throbbing pole and that left Rusty’s body writhing. Rusty’s breathing was now out of control.
It had taken some doing, but Rusty managed to switch them again. They rolled against the ground and Rusty ended up on top.
“I’ve always wanted to taste you, Jack,” Rusty admitted before going down on Jack again. Rusty lifted Jack’s legs upward so that the other man’s ass was sticking up. Falling flat on his stomach on the floor, Rusty licked at his lover’s puckered hole.
“Rusty.” Jack’s voice was breathy before a low rumble left his chest. Rusty continued eating. Time after time, his tongue sank into Jack’s hotness and Rusty wanted to throw his head back and growl with the pleasure he was feeling. He spread Jack’s legs wider and licked from one end of Jack’s back, through and over his puckered opening and up the shaft of Jack’s cock.
“Oh yes, that’s it!” Jack whimpered and reached down, grabbing Rusty’s hair to shove his face down onto his cock.
While he did Jack’s bidding, Rusty pulled back briefly to lick a finger. When he took Jack’s cock into his mouth again, Rusty sunk the finger into the Texas Ranger’s ass.
“Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!” was all Jack could get out before Rusty added another finger. Savagely, Rusty worked the finger in and out of his pen-pal until Jack’s body began jerking over and over with desire. It seemed the pull on his pole and the fingers inside him were driving Jack insane. He began to scream something in Spanish. Though Rusty had no idea what he was saying, the foreign language caused Rusty’s cock to stiffen even more until it brushed painfully against the carpet.
“Oh, Rusty! I’m gonna come!”
Rusty released Jack and pushed onto his knees. “Not yet,” Rusty ordered.
“Oh God, Rusty,” Jack managed as he lay on the ground, panting for dear air.
“I’m not finished with my answer, Jack.” Rusty stroked his large penis now. “On your knees.”
Scrambling, Jack’s large body rolled over and he pushed onto his knees. Spitting in his palm, Rusty lathered his cock and moved up behind Jack. Spreading his cheeks, Rusty pushed home and held it there while Jack swore.
“You are so tight,” Rusty rasped in pure ecstasy. “Oh, so good.”
Jack never thought that having sex with anyone could be this good. It was as though he was flying and didn’t care where he was going, just as long as the soaring continued. He arched his back sexily when Rusty pushed into him. His head swam and his eyes crossed into his head. His tongue hung from his mouth as though he was trying to figure out what to do with it. He tried to bow his head and fall down against his elbow but Rusty grabbed his hair and yanked.
“Yes!” he yelled. “Pull my hair!”
Rusty tugged.
Passion, unbelievable fervour pumped through Jack’s veins. His breathing was now a whooshing sound as he tried to tell his mind that human beings needed air.
Reaching around behind him, he clawed at Rusty’s thighs. But Rusty slammed into him too fast to keep a hold. With one hand holding him up, Jack used his free hand to grab his own meat. Teasing the head, Jack jerked himself in unison with Rusty’s driving hips. Soon, the muscles in Jack’s stomach clenched. His teeth gritted down. He felt his whole body tense as he exploded all over the floor beneath him. He was still firing when the hand holding him up gave out and he slumped to the ground with Rusty on his back.
There was no time to rest; Rusty rolled onto his side, carrying Jack with him. Jack was filled once again.
Jack could feel Rusty licking at his ear and a tingling sensation vibrated through him.
“Turn around.” Rusty struggled. “Take a hold of me and make me come...”
Jack smiled and turned around. Biting his lower lip, Jack smirked. “Make me,” he ordered softly.
What Rusty did caused Jack’s cock to grow again instantly, even after such a powerful orgasm mere seconds before. Rusty reached out and grabbed Jack’s hair, then bowed his head and bit against one of Jack’s nipples. “Do it.” Rusty lifted his head and growled. “Now!”
“You like feeling another man’s hand on your cock?” Jack wanted to know as he pressed his mouth against Rusty’s neck. Jack’s fingers curled around Rusty’s cock and began pulling. “Is that it, Rusty? You like knowing that someone else is being your nasty little toy? I’ll be your nasty little toy...”
Rusty’s hips began driving harder and harder into Jack’s hands. The large, throbbing pole was playing peek-a-boo within Jack’s fist. It seemed the nastier he talked the more turned on Rusty became, so Jack kept it up.
“Come for me, Rusty. Come for your little fuck slave.”
That was apparently the right thing to say. Rusty’s head reared back and then forward as though his neck was on springs. He bit down against Jack’s shoulder as he began coming against Jack’s stomach and hand. Rusty’s body shook uncontrollably.
“Oh man!” Rusty panted out. “Fuck...”
* * * *
Rusty’s eyes drifted open and he looked around him. The force of his orgasm seemed to have made him forget where he was for a short while. As it all began to sink in, regret followed closely on the heels of all the raw desire. Bowing his head, he pushed his body into sitting position and Jack simply rolled over.
“Jack,” Rusty called, shaking him. “We need to talk.”
“After what you just did to me?” Jack questioned weakly. “I’m shocked I can still even breathe.
And that’s debatable right now.”
Rusty blushed but smacked Jack against the arm, “Seriously...”
“Alright, alright,” Jack moved into sitting position and turned his naked body to face Rusty. “You have regret in your eyes.” Rusty couldn’t speak because Jack began laughing. It was a laugh that he couldn’t quite read because he couldn’t see Jack’s eyes. Jack stood up and began hauling on his clothes.
“You’re unbelievable,” Jack spoke angrily as he shoved his feet into his pants. “God, why did I even think that what we just did was going to change anything?”
“Jack, calm down!” Rusty pleaded. This was moving too fast again and Rusty didn’t know how to put on the brakes.
“I carry a gun for a living, Rusty. Don’t—don’t push me.”
With his shirt in his hand, Rusty sat there speechless and useless. His head hung low and when the door slammed, Rusty’s body jumped. Instead of making things better, Rusty had managed to put his foot into his mouth again. Why did he keep doing that around Jack? With any other man, Rusty wouldn’t care what happened after the sex but Jack was it for him. Scrambling from the floor, he rushed to the door and banged his fist against it.
“Come on, Jack. This is not easy for me either,” Rusty began. “A few years ago, I started having these dreams. And I could ignore them before, but lately it just got worse. Each time I picked up my pen and start to write you a letter all I could see was you writhing beneath me. I tried for years and my letters got shorter and shorter until they completely stopped.”
Rusty paused and swallowed nervously. “Your last letter came and I started writing back. I swear to God I did. But then I stopped, went to bed and that dream just had me shaking. I have been rejected so many times, Jack. I couldn’t risk it again. I-I didn’t want to take that chance again. The last man I loved—he tried to empty my bank account—twice. I was a moron and believed him the first time when he said that he was sorry. The one before that cheated on me, only to find out that the man he cheated with was HIV positive. Don’t worry, I was lucky enough to not have slept with him after he did it. But I got tested anyway. I’m clean. Do you understand how scared I was? But it’s no excuse for what I did to you, Jack, and I’m sorry. I guess I’m just no good at this.”
Rusty stood at the door for a while and when no answer came back to him, he turned and began gathering his clothes. When he was dressed, he entered Jack’s bedroom and placed the gold pendant on Jack’s cell phone before walking from the room. He picked up his helmet and exited the hotel room, closing the door silently behind him.
* * * *
Jack listened to Rusty while staring at himself in the mirror. The reflection that stared back at him was one that he didn’t like at all. It didn’t take him long after Rusty’s voice stopped to realise that if he went back to Texas without Rusty, he was going to regret it for the rest of his life. Tearing from the bathroom, he rushed out calling Rusty’s name, and when no answer returned, Jack’s heart hammered painfully.
“Damn it,” he whispered forcefully. Yanking the door open, he caught Rusty jabbing an impatient finger against the elevator button.
“Rusty, wait!” he called.
Rusty continued pressing the button. Jack didn’t know what to do so he grabbed Rusty by the shoulders. Rusty fought back and Jack’s back slammed into the wall. He grunted but pushed back. They tumbled to the ground with Jack on top. Sitting up, he shoved Rusty roughly into the floor when he tried to sit up.
“Listen to me,” Jack ordered. “Why are you running away?”
“You’re joking right?” Rusty got out. He reared up, shoving Jack from him and stood up. He went back to jabbing his finger against the down button for the elevator.
“Damn it, Rusty, I love you!”
No turning back now.
“Ever since I was twenty.” It was Jack’s turn to confess, and he had to do it before an elevator showed up that would take Rusty away. “I couldn’t join the military like you did. So I became a cop. I wanted to have a feeling that I was close to you when you were deployed. When you got hurt, I felt it before I even heard about it. It may sound silly, but I did. It was a searing sense of loss—like someone had taken my heart in their hands and pulled it apart. I never wish that feeling on anyone. That was when I called NCIS and they told me what happened. Then, you came back and your letters got shorter and shorter and I never thought anything into it. I was too busy fighting. Don’t leave like this.”
“I don’t want to leave you,” Rusty spoke. “That’s the whole reason why I came here. Before, I thought that if I just disappeared nothing would come of it and you would just move on with your life.”
“As you can see, I couldn’t.”
“Yah. Come home with me, Jack. Be my friend and my lover—”
“How long?”
The look in Rusty’s eyes told Jack that Rusty was taken off guard by the question. But Jack smiled.
“As long as you want me, Jack.”
“What if I wanted you forever?”
“Then I’m game.”
* * * *
With his transfer complete, Jack snuggled into Rusty’s chest. It had been so long since he had felt that comfortable in a man’s arms. Turning his head, he kissed Rusty’s chest then snaked his hand beneath the blankets to wrap his fingers around his penis. The last time Jack had had a lazy weekend, he was ten years old. After that, his parents had insisted that he start doing chores. He wasn’t allowed to stay in bed past eight and he hated his parents for doing that to him.
As he got older, he was so used to waking up early that he would just do it normally. But lately, he didn’t want to get out of bed. It was even worse when his new job, The Royal Canadian Mounted Police, paged him to show up to a crime scene. He would then have to haul his body out of the bed, from the warmth of Rusty’s arms. He hated those mornings.
But the truth was, for the first time in a long time, Jack was happy.
“Rusty, I have a question,” Jack muttered.
“Uh-huh,” Rusty managed around a groan.
“Do I get to fuck you?”
“You want to?”
Jack nodded, “I would love to test how tight you are.”
Rusty laughed. It sounded like a rumble, leaving his chest. Jack blushed but got his revenge by tightening his fist around Rusty’s dick. Slowly, Jack lowered his body, pushing away the sheets as he went. When Rusty lay before him naked, Jack licked his lips and slipped the crown of Rusty’s cock into his mouth. Moaning, he sucked against it, bathing it with his tongue. Jack reached up with one hand to lock his fingers with Rusty’s. For this man, Jack would willingly do anything. For Rusty Hunter, he knew that he would go anywhere.
He released Rusty’s cock and crawled up and over him. Leaning in, Jack took Rusty’s lips and drank from them. Pressing down against Rusty’s chest, he deepened the kiss. When Rusty’s arms wrapped around him and flipped him into the bed, Jack laughed. He actually laughed. Jack Malone had never laughed while in bed with a lover before. That was new to him. As Rusty looked down into his eyes, Jack reached up and caressed Rusty’s face.
“You know something, Rusty?”
“What’s that?”
“I love you. When I said it that day, I meant it.”
* * * *
Rusty heard the words and they left him weak. He had been waiting for four months to hear them. It had been four months since their hotel confrontation and ever since then, Jack hadn’t said the words again. Bracing himself above Jack, Rusty stared into his lover’s eyes.
“Jack you don’t...”
“I do,” Jack whispered as he sat up. Rusty sat between Jack’s legs with both his legs around Jack’s waist. “Look into my eyes. Really look into them and tell me that I don’t love you.”
Rusty stared—looked to see if he could find anything that showed a lie. But the longer he looked, the more love he saw. His rock hard cock was now crushed against Jack’s, and that was one of the sexiest things t
hat Rusty had ever experienced. Leaning slightly, he grabbed a tube of lubricant and handed it to Jack. When Jack took it, Rusty held open a palm. Without saying anything, Jack squirted some into Rusty’s palm to lube Jack’s cock. Rusty raised his body and Jack guided his cock to his beloved’s entrance.
Purposefully, Rusty impaled himself onto his lover and growled in satisfaction. He wrapped is arms around Jack’s neck and sought Jack’s lips. Their kiss was hot, absolutely scorching. Their arms tightened around each other. The kiss went deeper still and when they couldn’t breathe, they reluctantly pulled their lips apart. Rusty’s back arched, causing his hair to fall down his back over the tattoo.
“I want you to ride me, cowboy,” Jack let out. “Ride me hard.”
Gripping Jack’s shoulder, Rusty began doing as his love bid. He bounced on the hard muscle that was deep within him. His body rose and fell with great speed. When he couldn’t take it anymore, Rusty bent backwards against the bed. Jack took that time to move to his knees between Rusty’s legs, hiking them up. Each time Jack slammed forward, Rusty grunted his name. Taking one of Jack’s hands, Rusty folded the man’s fingers around his cock. Jack squeezed the tender flesh and Rusty’s body arched.
Rusty was tight around Jack’s cock. The moment the head entered the puckered hole, Jack held his breath. But as he rode Rusty harder, faster, Jack grew more and more delirious. Withdrawing from Rusty, Jack grinned cheekily, “On your knees, Rusty.”
“This your idea of payback?” Rusty wanted to know while turning onto his hands and knees. Jack said nothing; he simply entered Rusty again. Using Rusty’s hair as his reins, Jack rode Rusty hard and fast. The large eagle tattoo on Rusty’s back, between his shoulder blades, turned Jack on even more. Releasing the hair, Jack splayed his palms over the marking then caressed downward. He leaned forward to trail his tongue along Rusty’s sweat covered back. The salty taste was like an aphrodisiac to him and, gritting his teeth, Jack pushed Rusty against the bed onto his stomach. Without withdrawing, Jack began coming hard.
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