Treasure of Love

by Scotty Cade

  Jack leaned into Dax’s touch and purred like a kitten. Then he suddenly remembered where they were. He froze and looked around to make sure no one had seen the public display of affection. He quickly felt his entire body tense as panic filled his brain, and his first instinct was to swat Dax’s hand away and bolt. But instead, remembering what he’d promised Dax earlier that day, he fought the fear, took a deep breath, and willed himself to calm down.

  Dax had felt more than saw the moment Jack realized what was happening, and watched the panic as it overtook him. He also felt Jack fighting the urge to push his hand away. His heart skipped a beat in anticipation of the rejection surely to follow. But then Jack smiled that soft smile that always melted his heart, and he knew it was all okay. Brad, Mac, and Dona watched silently, as if taking bets in their heads on whether Jack would bolt or not, but he quickly relaxed and let it go when the moment had passed.

  They enjoyed a quick dinner and a few glasses of wine, then all agreed that it had been a long, productive day and it was time to turn in. The State Building opened at eight-thirty, so they planned to meet for breakfast at seven o’clock. Dona was the first to give in to the exhaustion. She stood and said, “Good night. I’ll see you guys in the morning.”

  “Good night, sis,” Dax said.

  “Have a good night, Dona,” Jack said.

  Mac and Brad said, “Wait for us. We’ll ride up with you.”

  They stood and turned to Jack. “Will we see you tonight, Jack?” Mac asked.

  Jack was caught a little off guard by the question, but quickly bounced back and looked over at Dax.

  “I don’t know. Dax, will I be seeing Mac and Brad later tonight?”

  Dax felt like a deer caught in the headlights. He thought about the question for a second, turned beet red and said, “It’s up to you, Jack, but if it were my call, I would say no, you won’t see the guys tonight.”

  Jack smiled and squeezed Dax’s thigh under the table. “Okay then, gentlemen, have a nice night, and I’ll see you at breakfast.”

  Dona just smiled and turned toward the elevator.

  Dax said, “Good night, guys.” And Jack smiled shyly as the three of them walked away from the table.

  Dax and Jack debated on another glass of wine, but in the end they decided not to indulge, as neither wanted a hangover to go with their six o’clock wake-up call.

  Dax paid the check, and they got up to leave. Jack had left bars and restaurants many times in the past with his buddies and had never felt weird or self-conscious, but this time was different. He hadn’t planned on having sex with any of those guys. He blushed all the way out of the restaurant and took a breath when he thought he was home free. But then they had to pass the front desk, and although no one stared or paid them any mind, he felt like everyone knew he was going up to have his cock sucked by a man for the first time, and God only knew what else.

  They stepped up to the elevator, and Dax glanced at the room number written on his key card—eight-twenty-two. He pressed the “call” button on the elevator panel and looked up at the display over the doors. A couple of seconds later, the elevator doors opened. Dax bent over and made a wide, sweeping motion into the elevator as he held the doors open. He whispered, “Your chariot has arrived, sir.”

  Jack smiled, and they stepped into the brass and mirrored elevator and pressed the number eight on the panel.

  The doors slowly closed. “Eight floors to go,” Dax said. “I think that’s enough time for one really good kiss.”

  Dax dropped his bag and opened his arms as Jack did the same and nervously stepped into them. He tilted his head upward, and before he could say anything, Dax took his lips. Softly at first, then with a sense of urgency Jack had rarely experienced. They were still kissing as the bell dinged and the elevator slowly came to a stop. The doors opened and Dax mumbled through the kiss, “I do believe we’ve arrived.” They picked up their bags and smiled again as they stepped out of the elevator and went in search of their room. When they located their home for the night, Dax swiped the keycard and watched the light on the door handle go from red to green as the door latch released, and they entered the room.

  Much to Jack’s surprise, the room was far from your typical hotel room. Well I’ll be damned, he reserved a suite. Dax flipped on the light, and Jack saw that they were standing in a marbled foyer. To the left was a powder room, and straight ahead was a parlor or sitting room. Jack dropped his bag and whistled as he walked into the next room. Much to his surprise, there was an ice bucket with a chilled bottle of Veuve Clicquot champagne, along with two flutes sitting on the wet bar in the corner. He walked to the next door and stuck his head in as he checked out the bedroom.

  Jack whistled. “Pretty sure of yourself,” he said with a teasing smile.

  “You mean the Veuve?” Dax asked.

  “Among other things,” Jack responded.

  “The Veuve is a tradition that I’ve had for the last five years,” Dax explained. “I find a wreck, I have a bottle of Veuve. The other things, well, let’s just say I had my fingers crossed.”

  Dax stepped up to Jack and wrapped his arms around his waist. “Besides, I had no idea what was going to happen tonight, but either way, I knew the champagne and a suite couldn’t hurt.”

  Jack looked a little confused.

  “I mean, on the one hand, if you said yes and spent the night with me, I thought the suite and the champagne would be nice, romantic touches. And on the other hand, if you turned me down, I’d have someplace nice to cry and something to dull the pain of rejection. So either way, I thought it was a good idea.”

  Jack shook his head in amazement. “Dax Powers, you never cease to amaze me.”

  “And I hope I never stop amazing you,” Dax said as he brushed his lips over Jack’s. “How about opening the bubbly while I pee?”

  “Sure.”

  When Dax came out of the bathroom, Jack handed him a tall, thin glass of champagne.

  They touched their glasses together and Dax said, “To us and the Anna Wyoming.”

  “Cheers,” Jack whispered.

  “About us,” Dax said.

  Jack tilted his head and looked up at Dax.

  “Listen, Jack, before anything happens between us, I’ve got to tell you that I’m pretty certain that my feelings for you are the real deal.”

  Jack opened his mouth to speak, and Dax placed his finger on Jack’s lips.

  “Please let me get through this. I’ve been falling for you since the day I walked onto your boat. The day we met, you thought my inability to speak was just me being rude, but in truth, I was so stunned by everything about you that I really couldn’t speak.

  “Jack, I’m no prude. I’ve had boyfriends before, but I’ve never felt like this. Not even close. I know it’s probably way too soon, but it doesn’t matter. I’m going with my gut feelings here and following my heart. This connection I’m feeling is something I’ve never had with anyone else, and it scares the hell out of me.”

  Jack focused on the words coming out of Dax’s mouth. Although he couldn’t comprehend it, was Dax actually saying that he was in love with him? And was he in love with Dax? Jack didn’t think he’d ever really been in love. His marriage had been short-lived and, in the end, he’d known that he really hadn’t loved her. He’d had a few other relationships along the way, but nothing had ever felt quite like this. Somewhere in the back of his heart, he believed it was love he was feeling for Dax. Could he man up and say it? And what would happen when the expedition was over?

  Then the fear set in. Would Dax just leave him?

  As soon as Dax finished speaking, silence filled the room. Dax could see the storm brewing behind Jack’s beautiful blue eyes. But was the brewing storm caused by doubt, passion, or love?

  “Jack, say something, anything.”

  Unable to control his emotions, Jack started to tremble. Dax put his glass on the table and took Jack’s and did the same. He then took both of Jack’s hands and
lifted them to his lips and kissed them. Jack closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down before he attempted to speak. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. His heart just wouldn’t tell his brain to tell his mouth what to say.

  Dax took the struggle he’d seen in his eyes and his inability to speak as Jack’s answer. Dax’s eyes were watering up pretty fast, and as a single tear slipped out of his left eye, he gently kissed Jack’s hands, released them, and looked at the floor.

  “Never mind, Jack. On second thought, please don’t say anything. I understand, and I promise that you won’t have to worry about me for the rest of the expedition. When it’s over, we can just go back to our old lives and forget this ever happened.”

  Words and sentences and feelings were all consuming Jack’s thoughts at once. Say something, you idiot, he told himself, and “I have feelings for you too,” rushed out of his mouth.

  Dax didn’t believe his own ears. He smiled and used his fingers to wipe the tears away. “Can you repeat that?” he asked.

  Jack took a deep breath and calmly whispered, “I have feelings for you too, Dax Powers. And although I haven’t had time to sort through them all, I’m pretty sure they’re real.”

  Dax picked Jack up like he was a rag doll and spun him around the room until they both landed on the couch.

  “Jack, I want you so badly.”

  Jack moaned and planted kisses all over Dax’s face. He stopped suddenly. “But I’ve never done this before. What am I supposed to do?”

  Dax smiled. “All you need to do is let me love you, and the rest will all come naturally.”

  Dax stood and offered his hand to Jack, and he accepted it and stood. Jack grabbed his glass of champagne and downed it in one gulp. Dax gave his glass to Jack and took the bottle with them as he led Jack into the bedroom. He filled both of their glasses before he put the bottle down and attacked Jack’s waiting mouth. Dax had one hand around Jack’s neck and the other holding his champagne while he slowly maneuvered Jack until the back of Jack’s legs hit the bed. Dax gently urged him down onto the bed before he broke the kiss. Dax tried to take Jack’s glass from him, but Jack again downed the champagne before he surrendered the glass.

  Jack looked so scared and cute at the same time, Dax could hardly control himself.

  “What do I do?” Jack asked.

  “We just do what feels right,” Dax said. “We don’t have to get off. To me, it’s more about making love than having sex, so no pressure.”

  “My God, Dax, I’m already hard as a rock for you.”

  Dax fluffed up the pillows at the head of the bed and whispered, “Scoot up and relax while I undress you.”

  Jack did as he was told, and Dax got to work slowly undressing him. He started by untying Jack’s boat shoes and slipping them off, one by one. He slowly massaged Jack’s feet, trying to get him to relax. He removed his socks and gently kissed the tips of his toes, then moved up to his shirt. He unbuttoned the cuffs of Jack’s shirtsleeves and then the buttons. Jack sat up and Dax slid Jack’s shirt over his shoulders and down his back. He reached down and grabbed the hem of Jack’s white T-shirt and pulled it over his head. He’d seen Jack’s muscular chest when they were getting their dive suits on, but it had never looked better than it did right now. Dax gently brushed his lips over Jack’s as he slid his hand down to unbuckle Jack’s belt and pants. Jack lifted his hips, and Dax slid his khaki pants down his gorgeous legs and finally off. He stopped for a second to admire this sexy, handsome man lying in his bed.

  Jack felt very exposed, lying there in nothing but his boxer briefs. He opened his eyes to see Dax looking at him with lust and desire, and it excited and scared him at the same time.

  “This isn’t fair,” Jack said, leaning up on his elbows and looking at Dax, still completely dressed. “You still have your clothes on.”

  “No problem,” Dax said as clothes started to fly. Within seconds he was stripped down to his boxers and lying in bed next to Jack.

  Dax started with a nibble to Jack’s ear that caused an immediate, even surprised moan. He licked down Jack’s neck, gently nipping as he went. He wrapped his mouth around one of Jack’s nipples, licking and gently biting, causing Jack to gasp.

  “My God, Dax, you feel so good.”

  “Shhhhhh....”

  Dax licked the trail of strawberry blond hair that ran down Jack’s abs and past his navel. He tasted a smorgasbord of salt and sweat mixed in with Jack’s wonderfully musky scent. Jack was simply delicious, and the taste of his skin sent pulses of electricity from Dax’s tongue to his brain and then directly to his rigid dick. He traced up the other side of Jack’s tight stomach and chest until he reached the other nipple. He gave it the same attention he’d given the first, and Jack was moaning and gasping as he whispered Dax’s name over and over.

  The sound of Jack’s voice whispering his name was enough to make Dax come without even a touch, but he knew he had much more to show Jack. He wanted Jack’s first sexual experience with a man to be the best he’d ever had. In addition, he wanted him to feel sensations he’d never felt before or even knew existed.

  Dax traced his tongue back down Jack’s chest and stomach toward the bulging tent in his underwear. He’d seen the outline of Jack’s dick through the tight bathing suit he’d worn under his dry suit and knew he was very well endowed, but it wasn’t until he placed his hand on it, through Jack’s underwear, that he knew just how large it was. Dax moved his mouth further down Jack’s torso until he reached the waistband of Jack’s underwear. He continued down and slipped his mouth over Jack’s still-clothed dick. Jack gasped and called his name when Dax slid his teeth over his erection. Dax slowly slid Jack’s underwear down to his knees and then to his ankles and finally off, never once taking his eyes off of the prize.

  Jack’s dick was the most beautiful dick he’d ever seen. It was perfectly shaped and larger than he’d expected for Jack’s height. It was thick and long and held a certain air of magnetism, and it stood there at attention, waiting to be admired. He looked from Jack’s dick to his eyes and to his dick again and thought he had died and gone to heaven.

  “Dax!” Jack shouted when Dax swallowed the head and most of the length of Jack’s dick in one gulp. He applied a tight suction and began a slow, steady bob, gradually taking more and more until he could feel Jack’s dick striking the back of his throat.

  “Oh my God! Dax, that’s gonna make me cum!”

  Dax slowed down and backed off, then looked up at Jack. “You like?”

  “Oh, yeah,” Jack replied. “If you don’t slow down, I’m gonna cum in record time.”

  “Okay by me. I like breaking records.”

  Dax returned his mouth to Jack’s cock and swallowed his entire length this time in one gulp.

  “Oh my God!” Jack shouted as he shot his load into Dax’s warm, waiting mouth. Dax quickly licked and gulped to savor as much as he could of Jack’s unique flavor. It had been quite some time since Dax had tasted another man’s load, but he wanted to savor every drop of this one as it was coming from Jack, his Jack. Dax drained every bit of cum he could out of Jack’s semi-erect cock and then released it from his mouth. He pushed himself up to straddle Jack and smiled as a thought came to mind. I wonder how Jack would react to the taste of his own cum in my mouth? Before Jack knew what hit him, Dax was kissing him fiercely, sliding his tongue in and around Jack’s warm and sensuous mouth. When the kiss ended and Dax sat back, he watched Jack and waited for a sign.

  Jack smacked his lips together. “That’s so weird,” he said. “I’ve never tasted my own cum, or anyone else’s, for that matter.”

  “And?” Dax asked.

  Jack reached up and cupped his hand behind Dax’s neck and pulled him in ever closer and devoured his mouth. Jack’s cock was getting hard again very quickly, and Dax could feel it against his own.

  “Dax,” Jack whispered. “I want to take care of you, but I’m not sure how good I’ll be at it.”

  “It
doesn’t matter how good you are at it, Jack, the fact that you want to try can just as easily push me over the edge.”

  Jack rolled over on top of Dax and started nibbling at his neck. He worked his way down, just as Dax had done to him, and caressed his chest and nipples. He encircled Dax’s nipples with his tongue one by one until Dax was arching off the bed. Jack took this as a good sign and continued his romantic assault.

  “God, Dax, you smell so good, I just can’t get enough of you.”

  Desperate to sample every inch of Dax’s muscular body, Jack feasted on him until every part of Dax had been nibbled on, lightly bitten, or kissed into submission.

  In the past, Dax had always been the aggressor and more dominant lover, but with Jack, he plunged into a state of abandon, giving himself completely to his lover and savoring the realization that this was the first time Jack had ever explored the strength, warmth, and hard body of another man. Dax was so lost in this man that, at this particular moment, Jack could take everything he had to offer and Dax would give it gladly.

  Jack slid down the length of Dax’s lean and muscular body and stopped when his fingers reached the waistband of Dax’s boxers. He hesitated for only a second when he slid them off and tossed them to the floor. He studied Dax’s rock-hard erection as if seeing a dick for the first time. Dax’s dick was a tiny bit longer than his and just as thick, and he felt a quick sense of pride that he could compete with his lover in any dick contest. He dropped his head and hesitantly tasted the precum leaking from Dax’s bulbous head. The taste was bitter and sweet and pure Dax, and he’d never tasted anything so good. He tentatively took the head of Dax’s dick into his mouth. It was soft and smooth and warm, and although the sensation was foreign, it wasn’t at all unpleasant. He remembered what it had felt like when Dax was swallowing him, and he wanted to give Dax the same sensation. He slowly moved his mouth up and down in small motions, getting completely used to the feeling. He quickly picked up steam and moaned as he forced his mouth down the entire length of Dax’s cock. He immediately gagged and choked and backed off just a little to catch his breath, but he wouldn’t stop. Dax deserved better than that. His persistence finally won out, and he was soon moving with a vengeance. Although his technique wasn’t great, he more than made up for it with his enthusiasm.