by J. M. Colail
Shaking his head, all Julian could say was, “You are amazing.”
“Yeah? You’re not half-bad yourself.” Jack slid his hand into Julian’s hair, fingernails scraping delicately over his scalp. The teasing touch made Julian’s nipples pull taut under his shirt.
“Umm,” Julian said around Jack’s tongue in his mouth. “Hold that thought.” He broke away from the kiss and half-galloped up the stairs, yanking open the drawer to his bedside table and fishing in it for the half-empty bottle of lube. Julian considered the rest of the drawer’s contents for another few seconds before slamming the drawer shut and racing back downstairs again.
Tossing the lube onto the couch beside Jack, Julian launched himself into the other man’s lap.
“Oof,” Jack grumbled as Julian settled his legs on either side of Jack’s thighs. “What’s got into you?”
“Nothing yet,” Julian wriggled, feeling Jack’s body respond to his provocative movements. “I think we can fix that, though. What do you think?”
Jack grabbed him by the hair, sending little sparks of interest from Julian’s brain to his already hardening prick, and crushed their mouths together. Surprised, Julian opened automatically under the onslaught, relishing the hot slide of Jack’s tongue over his lips and teeth. Moaning contentedly, Julian chased after the wet muscle with his own tongue, breath hitching when Jack sank his teeth into Julian’s bottom lip. He felt Jack’s cock starting to strain against the confines of his jeans, and he realized his own cock had gone from zero to a hundred in about three seconds without ever once being touched.
“Umm,” Jack agreed, fingers fumbling with the hem of Julian’s pullover. “Take your shirt off already.”
Julian did, taking the T-shirt he’d worn under it with it accidentally. The cool air caused goose bumps to raise on his skin, chased by Jack’s fingertips tracing the muscles of his back from his shoulders down to his waist. “Your turn.” Julian made short work of the buttons on Jack’s shirt and helped him peel it off of his arms before rising up on his knees to grasp the back of Jack’s undershirt and tug it upward. He let it drop to the floor.
Jack’s hands were back on his skin in record time, massaging small circles into the skin of his back as they kissed languidly. Time seemed to slow down as they explored each other with their hands. Julian shuddered as one of Jack’s thumbs migrated upward from his back and ghosted over his nipple, causing the sensitive bud to harden.
Shuddering, Julian dug his blunt fingernails into Jack’s shoulders, pulling him closer and sliding his mouth along Jack’s cheek to his neck. Jack’s rough stubble branded his tongue as Julian followed his jugular from his jaw to his collarbone, his own skin thrumming with anticipation the whole way. His cock pressed insistently against the fabric of his jeans, but Julian wasn’t going to take a single step away from Jack until it was absolutely necessary.
“Cold?” Jack murmured, his lips hot against Julian’s neck.
Breathing heavily, Julian managed to shake his head no, his body arching into Jack’s gentle touch. Jack must not quite have believed him, because a half-second later he was standing, sliding Julian off of his lap, and retrieving the lube and a pillow from the couch. “Over here,” he said, stretching out in front of the fireplace.
Jack was good-looking in the worst of lighting, but in firelight he was otherworldly. His skin glowed in the light cast by the flickering flame, highlighting the plateaus and crevasses of his cut abs, the thin sheen of sweat only adding to his allure. His lust-dark eyes and hair were painted with red and orange, and his jeans had to be getting uncomfortable; the stark relief outlined his hardening cock just right. Julian almost fell to his knees beside him, then straddled him again for a kiss that took his breath away. Jack’s hands inched up his thighs until they met at his groin, framing the bulge in his jeans. Subconsciously, Julian pressed forward into the touch, fists clenching convulsively where they were planted on either side of Jack’s head.
Jack’s fingers made quick work of the button fly, tugging the two opposing flaps of fabric down roughly to free Julian’s trapped erection.
“A guy could get used to this,” Jack drawled, thrusting his hips upward a bit as he stroked Julian’s cock.
“You mean you’re not… already?” Julian managed with some difficulty. After all, they had been sleeping together for three months. His jeans started to slip the rest of the way over his ass.
With a sudden surge of determination, Julian managed to slide backward far enough to attack the fly of Jack’s pants. “You keep me on my toes,” Jack groaned, lifting his hips so that Julian could tug his jeans and boxers down to his knees.
“Funny,” Julian said, slipping to the side and laying down so that their bodies were flush from chest to toe. He rubbed his dripping cock into Jack’s hip, belly clenching at the sensation. “You seem more interested in keeping me on my back.”
“You complaining?” Jack took that as a cue and kicked off the rest of his clothing, then sat up straight just long enough to take care of Julian’s. “It sounded like you were complaining.” Jack insinuated one of his legs between Julian’s thighs, and Julian threw his head back. Jack’s erection was wet and hard against his hip, and his thigh was providing delicious friction.
“No chance,” he managed weakly, his hands fastening to Jack’s hips without his input. “No complaints. Definitely not. Oh, God, do that again.”
Julian could barely make out Jack’s wicked grin in the partial darkness. Then he felt his right leg being raised. Sharp stubble against his calf made him gasp out loud; then Jack settled Julian’s ankle on his shoulder and scooted forward, knees under Julian’s ass. “What? This?” A dry finger brushed across Julian’s opening and he bucked, balls tightening.
“Yes,” he hissed, feeling his own prick leaking pre-come on his belly as Jack returned to his hole again, fingers now slick with lube. Jack prepared him slowly, sliding in the first finger a knuckle at a time until Julian was cursing and pressing against it. His mind went white the first time Jack brushed against his prostate, and he groaned again as Jack continued to rasp his stubble against the skin of his legs as he worked.
“Are you sure this is okay?” Jack teased darkly, adding another finger to the first, slow and methodical. “You don’t seem comfortable. Maybe you’d like to try something different?”
Incapable of answering, Julian just moaned as a third finger filled his ass, stretching him almost perfectly. The only thing better would be to have Jack’s dick inside of him, fucking him into the floor. In this position, Julian couldn’t even reach it. “I… uh….”
“Not interested?” Jack said blithely. The twist of his fingers in Julian’s ass brought his hips clean up off the floor, despite his lack of leverage. “That’s too bad. I thought you might like to ride my cock for a change.”
Fuck, would he ever! Julian’s hard-on jerked against his stomach. “Shit, let me get up.”
Jack released his leg—none too quickly—and pumped his fingers in and out of Julian’s hole a few more times before backing off, once more lying flat on his back in front of the fireplace. “Tell me you brought a condom down here. I can’t wait another second to be inside your sweet ass.”
Swallowing hard, Julian just shook his head, heart beating double time in his throat.
Jack’s eyebrows raised slightly in the darkness, and Julian thought that maybe his green eyes had darkened all the way to black, the way he was looking at him. “No, you forgot, or no, you want to fuck without one?”
Yeah, right. Odds of Julian actually forgetting a condom were pretty slim. “The second one,” he said a little nervously, distracting himself by taking Jack’s cock in hand and slicking it up with lubricant. “I know I’m clean and I’m sure you would have said something by now if you weren’t. Besides, I sort of have access to your medical records, remember?”
“How could I forget?” Jack moaned, thrusting upward into the touch. “I had Bella do a full panel two weeks ago anyway, just in
case. You’ve got nothing to worry about. Except the possibility of me going completely crazy if you don’t get up here in the next three seconds.”
Stomach clenching in anticipation, Julian crawled up the older man’s body until his ass was right above Jack’s thick staff. He bit his lip and watched as Jack gripped himself in one hand, the other guiding Julian downward.
The second Jack’s bare cock touched the ring of muscle, Julian knew he was in trouble. He bit his lip hard as first the wide head, then the long shaft, of Jack’s dick forced its way into his body. The smooth sensation of a bare Jack sliding into him was indescribable, and he leaned back, resting his weight on his hands, breathing hard as Jack was seated fully within him.
“Jesus,” Jack groaned, sliding his hands up Julian’s thighs again. “This, I don’t think I can get used to.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Julian panted, raising up experimentally. “I think it’s worth a try.”
Jack’s laugh was cut off by a grunt as Julian lowered himself back down again, all the way so that he could feel Jack’s lightly furred balls against his ass. “I think I can get on board with that idea.” His hands dug into the flesh of Julian’s hips and Julian felt himself being lifted until just the head of Jack’s prick was inside of him. Then Jack pulled him back down again, hard, striking right at Julian’s prostate.
“Fuck,” he half-shouted, trying to keep his voice down. They’d never fucked with someone else in the house before, and it was difficult to start trying to restrain himself now. Julian felt his hands curling around Jack’s legs behind him and his thighs burned from the exertion. Faster and faster they moved, Jack’s upward thrusts timed to match Julian’s. He could feel bruises forming on his hips, but he didn’t care. Nothing mattered, nothing but Jack’s rock-hard cock in his ass and his own erection jutting proudly between them, leaking fluid copiously now as Jack’s cock struck his prostate repeatedly.
“God, you feel good.” Jack reached a hand between them to stroke Julian’s swollen member, callused hand sliding easily through the natural lubricant. “So fucking hot and tight. I can’t wait to feel you come apart around me.”
Mouth open, it was all Julian could do to keep from coming at the words. He loved it when Jack talked dirty. “Shit. Shut up; you’re going to make me come.”
Jack played his thumb across the head of Julian’s cock, and Julian felt his balls draw up close to his body. God, any second now he was going to lose it. Without meaning to, he looked down and met Jack’s eyes. “Maybe that’s what I want,” Jack said. “Yeah, it is. I want to feel your whole body shake, Julian, with nothing between your hot ass and my cock. I want to feel your hot little hole tighten around me. I want to feel your hot come all over my hand, on my stomach, on my chest. And then I’m going to shoot my load inside of you, fill you up with it, watch it run down your legs—”
Julian’s head rolled back and with a wordless howl he came, body convulsing around Jack’s dick. His own prick jerked and spurted hot, sticky semen between them, covering Jack’s hand and stomach. Inside him, multiple bursts of wet heat told him that Jack had fulfilled his promise, filling him up with his seed. The knowledge made his dick pulse again, spewing what had to be the last drops of come his body could produce.
Breathing hard, Julian let his head fall forward. His body curved with it, and he rested his forehead on Jack’s chest, Jack’s own harsh breath tickling his scalp. “Just when I think you couldn’t possibly come up with something dirtier to say, you prove me wrong.”
“You like it,” Jack accused mildly, shifting his body until his softening cock slipped from Julian’s ass.
“I fucking love it,” Julian corrected, trying to sit up without pressing his own chest or stomach into the semen covering Jack’s. He finally decided on rolling onto the floor as a safer option. “I don’t know how you do it.”
“What can I say, Jitterbug? You are an inspiration.”
Rolling his eyes, Julian sat up and stretched, reaching for the Kleenex box on the coffee table. “Only to you,” he said, wiping the last of the seed from his dick before attending to Jack’s stomach. Wincing, he felt some of Jack’s come start seeping out of him. That was less than romantic. “Okay, I don’t know about you, but I think a shower’s in order. Kleenex just isn’t going to cut it this time.”
“Couldn’t agree more,” Jack said, holding out a hand for Julian to help him up. Julian did, making a face when he heard Jack’s knees crack. “No old man jokes or I won’t fuck you for a week.”
Julian snorted. He’d like to see Jack try to resist him for that long. Well, no, actually, he wouldn’t. “Empty threats. Come on, cowboy. Let’s go before I drip on the floor.”
“GOT EVERYTHING?” Julian asked, taking Roz’s backpack from her and squeezing it into the back of the truck. It’d be a bit uncomfortable for her back there, but luckily Jack had a cover for the back of his pickup, so most of their luggage and all of the gifts were safe and dry back there. Roz, however, needed access to food, water and anti-nausea medication, just in case, so she was stuck in the backseat with all of her goodies.
“I’ll be fine,” she told him, hopping in. “Unlike some people, I am capable of packing for myself without forgetting the essentials.”
Julian wanted to make a quip about having forgotten condoms at one point roughly three months ago, but decided not to risk a pregnant lady mood swing, especially since they’d be in the car together for the next few hours. “I forgot my toothbrush one time,” he protested instead. “I was twelve!”
“Uh-huh. Summer camp when you were ten?”
Narrowing his eyes, Julian crossed his arms over his chest. “Don’t think I don’t know you’re the one who unpacked my underwear, you little shit.”
Roz grinned. “I can neither confirm nor deny your accusation. Now close the door; it’s freezing.”
Julian did, turning and digging his hands into his pockets afterward. The sky was clear for once, promising good weather for at least the time it would take them to reach Calgary.
“Nervous?”
Whirling around, Julian was about to make excuses for his skittish behavior, then realized that the blood rushing to his face had already given him away. He was nervous; not just that Jack would find out his mother was sick and that Julian had known about it. Now he had to contend with fears that Jack’s mother wouldn’t like him now that they were, well, whatever it was that they were. Or that she wouldn’t like Roz. Or that she wouldn’t like her Christmas gift.
“You might say that,” he answered ruefully. Terrified might have been a better choice of word. He scratched the back of his neck with one gloved hand. “I’ve sort of never… done this before.”
“You’ve never had Christmas with someone else’s family? Not even when you were in Toronto?”
No, that wasn’t it. Julian steeled himself. “No, I, uh….” Was there a way he could put this that wouldn’t send Jack running for the hills? Too late to worry about that now. “I’ve never, um, met anyone’s parents before. In this context.”
The context of Hi, your son and I are screwing each other’s brains out. Because he didn’t think there was another way to put it.
“Really?” Jack looked genuinely surprised, like he couldn’t believe everyone wasn’t trying to drag Julian home to meet the parents. That would have been touching, except that it had taken Jack three months to get to this point and he was probably only doing it because it was Christmas. “Well, I wouldn’t worry. Mom’ll love you. Just don’t let her get you alone or she’ll ask you all kinds of embarrassing questions you won’t want to answer. Oh, and for my sake, if she goes for the photo album, fake a bathroom emergency.”
Laughing in spite of himself, Julian relaxed. It was unfair of him to pass judgment on Jack’s actions, especially since he hadn’t told his own parents about their… arrangement. “What, you don’t want me to see pictures of you as a kid? Were you fat?”
“Enormous,” Jack said, playing along. “And
I had acne. Ooh, and poor fashion sense. Lots of plaid.”
“And braces?” Julian suggested, going with the theme.
“Headgear,” Jack confirmed solemnly. “And glasses! With coke-bottle lenses.”
“You’re full of shit,” Julian told him with a grin. “You just don’t want me to realize how old you actually are when I see a picture of you in line for Return of the Jedi.”
Jack raised his hands in surrender. “All right, all right, you win. Go ahead and get your fill of the dorky pictures of me as a child. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m an only child. There are a lot of photos.” He paused. “And I never stood in line for Return of the Jedi.”
“That’s because there probably wasn’t a theater on Cape Breton at the time. Now would you get in the truck before Roz has to pee again? We’re never going to make it on time.”
Chapter Thirteen
TWO AND a half hours and three bathroom stops later, Jack pulled into the driveway of a modest brick two-story house in a suburb. Aside from the sidewalk, roof, and driveway, everything was covered in a deep layer of white; Jack knew the rooftop itself was only free because of the snow-melting wires he’d installed himself to prevent damage from heavy snowfall. There was a large green wreath above the door, and a string of lights wound up and down the bushes on either side of the front walk. “This is it,” Jack said, doing his best to sound nonchalant. Julian could probably still hear the apprehension in his voice.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
Well, that pretty much proved him right. Jack gave what he hoped was a winning smile. “Sorry. You’re not the only one who’s a little nervous, I guess. I haven’t introduced anybody to my mom since high school, and she had the annoying habit of running most of them off.”
“I like her already,” Roz quipped from the backseat, “but can we go inside now? I’ve got to pee again.”
Chuckling, Jack steadfastly ignored the butterflies in his stomach and reached for the door handle. He busied himself unloading the essentials from the back, handing half of them to Julian to carry. By the time they made it up the front walk to the house, Roz was shifting her weight from foot to foot. Jack made a valiant effort not to roll his eyes at her and rang the doorbell.