by Lily Love
Craig obliged him.
Jack didn’t want to know what had changed. He didn’t care. All that mattered was that Craig was initiating intimacy and that he wasn’t pulling away.
Their lips locked. Jack moaned into Craig’s mouth, letting his fingers stroke Craig’s scalp. Craig’s hands strayed from his back. They followed the course of Jack’s spine to his ass. He squeezed.
This time around they had condoms. This time around they had lube. If this was going to go anywhere near where it had gone last time, Craig was going to own his ass.
Jack had never been so excited to bottom.
Craig pushed Jack down so Jack’s erection pressed against Craig’s. Craig was harder now than ever. The heat built between them. A chill raced down Jack’s spine, but not even that could dampen how hot he was for the man beneath him.
“Screw the movie,” Craig said as the kiss broke. His voice was deep with lust.
“Screw me,” Jack insisted.
“That’s the plan.”
Craig’s hands squeezed again, kneading Jack’s ass. Jack breathed out in delight and buried his head against Craig’s neck.
“Your room,” Craig said. “Let’s go to bed.”
Jack was up the stairs faster than he’d ever been before. Craig was right behind him.
23
Craig
It was like a switch had gone off in Craig’s head. Seeing Jack take care of Isaac and watching the two of them interact had changed him. What he felt for Jack wasn’t friendship — it went far beyond that.
Jack was the man who had taken him in when he was in a tight spot. Jack was the man who’d taught him what it meant to be a father. Jack was the man who’d helped calm Craig down when he’d been at his wit’s end with fear.
Jack was the one who took care of him. Jack was the one he adored.
Craig had always thought that love was a product of physical attraction and understanding. Over time, two people could adjust to each other’s quirks. Compatibility was never so much an issue.
Now he understood differently.
Since day once he’d gotten along with Jack. The way their personalities fit together was unbelievable. Craig didn’t have to settle for someone he could only tolerate. He found Jack handsome, and despite how new Craig was to his sexuality, he couldn’t keep explaining away the things he felt.
He was falling for Jack as more than just a friend. He’d felt it before and now he knew it was true.
He wanted Jack, and now he was going to see it through.
They fell onto the bed together. Jack landed on the mattress with a laugh, but soon enough the sound was stolen from him. Craig straddled him and kissed him again. Jack’s laugh turned into a moan. He kissed back.
Being with a man was different than being with a woman. Jack wasn’t delicate. Jack’s lean muscles and toned body meant that Craig didn’t have to be afraid he was being too rough or putting too much weight down on his partner. What they shared didn’t have to be interrupted by thought. Craig could act on instinct.
He hoped Jack would, too.
The coarse grit of Jack’s stubble felt strange against Craig’s face. Strange but right. Jack’s thicker body would take some getting used to, but Craig was ready to grow used to it. Craig had spent his entire life trying to please other people. Now it was time to please himself.
Jack broke the kiss to breathe. Craig took the opportunity to cast his own shirt off, then tugged at the hem of Jack’s. Jack bit down on his lip and looked up at Craig with guilty lust. Craig’s cock throbbed.
“You’re one hundred percent sure?” Jack asked. “Last time I wasn’t strong enough to stop myself, but this time around I am. I don’t want you waking up tomorrow morning and freaking out. I don’t want to strain things between us.”
“I’m one hundred percent sure,” Craig said. He still felt a twinge of uncertainty, but he managed to push it aside. The only thing holding him back was himself. It was time he lived life the way he wanted to live it — and he wanted to live it with Jack.
Jack lifted his torso and let Craig lift his shirt. Craig pulled it free of his body and tossed it aside. He marveled at Jack’s smooth, flat chest. Back in the hotel room, Craig hadn’t known what to do with it. Now he understood. He traced his palms along Jack’s abdomen and over his pecs. He pinched the erect buds of Jack’s nipples.
Jack let out a pretty gasp and settled back onto the bed. He threw his head back among the pillows, showcasing his strong jaw and the stubble along it.
God, he’s so sexy and he doesn’t even know it.
Craig worked Jack’s nipples until Jack was whining and panting beneath him. Every now and then, Jack would lift his hips and press up against Craig like he was needy for something more. He was. The erection that strained the front of Jack’s pants spoke for him. Craig wanted nothing more than to feel it again.
When Jack was so worked up that his moans grew high pitched, Craig stopped teasing his nipples. Craig let his hands wander over the mountains of Jack’s abs and down his flat stomach. The dip of his bellybutton was alluring. Craig’s fingers passed by it, then came to a stop when they reached the top of Jack’s jeans.
Craig sat back on his haunches. He looked down at Jack, drinking him in. In only a short amount of time, Craig had worked Jack up so he was beside himself with lust. The way Jack’s eyelids drooped and the way his lips were always slightly parted now spoke to his arousal. Jack wanted him.
Craig undid the button of Jack’s fly. His hand found Jack’s zipper. He pulled it down. All the while Jack fixed him with a look that made Craig want to rush everything. Craig had never wanted somebody so badly.
Jack lifted his hips. When he did, his fly gaped open. The prominent bulge of his cock hung through the open space, tucked away behind white cotton. An obvious bead of precum darkened a spot on it. Craig saw it. He took in the sight and for the first time in his life, he found himself hungry for cock.
“God, you’re hot,” he whispered out loud. Craig’s fingers curled beneath Jack’s open jeans. He tugged them down over Jack’s thighs, then over his calves. Vaguely he was aware that Jack stepped out of them, but Craig’s attention was drawn elsewhere. When Jack moved his legs, his erection moved beneath his boxer-briefs. Seeing it shift made Craig’s stomach clench.
Craig wasn’t able to resist anymore. He palmed Jack through his boxer-briefs, feeling the erection he’d stirred from him. Jack was hard because of him. Jack was leaking because of him. Craig wanted him to come because of him, too.
Craig worked his hand. Jack moaned and arched into him. If sex was already this good for Jack, what was he going to sound like when Craig was inside of him? Craig shivered as he imagined it. The thought of Jack on his stomach, ass in the air, moaning into a pillow and begging for release, made Craig want to strip off the rest of their clothing and fuck him on the spot.
He didn’t think he’d have much objection from Jack. Not with the way he was bucking and panting.
“You want it?” Craig asked. He eyed Jack’s cock, unable to look away for long. It still felt so guilty to do, but he wasn’t going to deny himself anymore. He’d told himself no too many times for the sake of his family, his social standing, and his public image. No more.
“God, Craig, do I look like I don’t want it?”
“Smartass.” Craig grinned. He glanced away from the bulge beneath Jack’s boxer-briefs to catch his eye. Jack was breathless and eager. He was stunning. Craig had never thought that about a man before.
Heart in his throat, Craig pulled at the elastic waistband of Craig’s boxer-briefs and tugged them down. They snagged on the bulge of his cock, so Craig adjusted course and lifted a little higher. The glossy head of Jack’s cock came into view, then the shaft and the balls beneath. The dark tuft of hair at his base stirred Craig in a way he wasn’t used to.
He was genuinely, physically attracted to a man. He never thought it would be like this, but he was glad that he’d come to his senses.
“God,” Craig breathed, astonished. He moved Jack’s boxer-briefs down his thighs.
“Like what you see?” Jack asked. A corner of his lips quirked in amusement, but despite his cocky attitude, his face was still overcome with lust. His eyelids drooped, he looked up at Craig from beneath his lashes, and when he wasn’t smirking, his lips were slightly parted. His body was tense with anticipation.
“Hell, yes, I do.” Craig slid a hand up Jack’s thigh. Even though they’d fallen into bed together before, he still felt shy about touching Jack’s cock without a barrier between them. It felt like doing that in his conscious state of mind was letting go of the last tethers of his heterosexuality.
Craig wasn’t gay. He knew he would always, on some level, be attracted to women.
But when it came to Jack, he was more than willing to bat for the other team.
“You can touch it,” Jack said. “It’s not going to hurt you.”
Craig glared at him in indignation, but Jack’s jab was poignant enough that he reached forward and grasped Jack by the shaft. A moan broke in Jack’s throat, emerging as a breathy noise. Craig stroked. It was strange to touch another man’s cock, but seeing Jack twist on the bed and work into his hand was worth it.
Craig was bringing him pleasure. Craig was going to make his best friend come.
It was hot as hell.
Craig pumped. He kept his eyes on Jack’s face, watching his lips part in silent ecstasy and his eyes squeeze shut in delight. The apples of his cheeks grew red. A similar blush spread along his collarbone. Craig hadn’t noticed it their night in the hotel, but that night had been more about instinct and sensation than observation.
When Jack was aroused, he was at his most handsome. Strong, capable, and yet vulnerable.
Fuck.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll come,” Jack warned. His voice was strained. “God, your hand.”
“You like it?” Craig asked, leaning forward. The longer he touched Jack, the more confident he became. He leaned over Jack’s body, his free hand beside Jack’s shoulder while his other hand pumped.
“Yeah.” It was breathless and needy. Jack was his.
“Wait until I put my dick inside you,” Craig whispered. “Wait until you’re so full up with me you feel it in your throat.”
Jack squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. His cock pulsed. For a frightening moment, Craig thought he’d made Jack come.
But Jack didn’t come. He rolled his head forward and opened his eyes to look up at Craig. Jack’s bedroom eyes locked on Craig’s. Craig couldn’t look away.
“Condoms are in my bedside drawer,” Jack rasped. “So is the lube. I need you right now.”
Craig’s hand stopped pumping. He reached for the drawer, fumbling with the handle. Jack snickered. He reached out and helped Craig open it.
“Gets stuck,” Jack explained. He jiggled the drawer loose. “Here. Now get a condom on and fuck me.”
Craig didn’t need help after that. The box of condoms was open but not depleted. He took one and slipped it down his shaft. The lube was a little more troublesome. He opened the cap but hesitated.
“My hole,” Jack said pointedly. “Play with it a little. Get me relaxed. Then you’re going to push the lube inside of me.”
Push it inside of Jack? Craig groaned, trying to hide his sudden flush of arousal.
Jack grinned, smug.
“You like that?” Jack asked as Craig’s fingers slipped down Jack’s taint. He found Jack’s hole and worked it in small, gentle circles. “You like the idea of pushing all that lube into me?”
“Fuck, you have a mouth,” Craig murmured. If Jack kept talking to him like that, he wasn’t going to last long.
“You like the idea of getting me all wet?” Jack asked. “You like the idea of pushing all that slick lube into my hole?”
Craig drizzled lube onto his fingers. When he resumed his circles, he applied pressure. Jack’s hole opened for him and he pushed inside.
Craig and Jack moaned in unison.
Craig wasn’t even inside him yet, but knowing that he was finger-fucking Jack was a powerful feeling. He worked the lube in, never moving too fast or going too far. He applied more lube when his first load was depleted, then another, until Jack was soaked for him.
“Mmph.” Jack bit down on his lip and turned his head to the side. Craig worked his fingers in and out, watching what the movements did to Jack. He wanted to figure out what Jack liked before he worked his dick in. “You sure you’ve never been with a guy before?”
“I’m sure.”
“My ass doesn’t believe you.”
Craig watched in awe as Jack wormed against him. Jack guided Craig’s fingers, setting a pace and a depth. Then, while Craig stared, enchanted, Jack looked up, lost in lust.
“Put it in me,” Jack begged. “I need more.”
Craig sucked in a breath. He worked his fingers into Jack one last time, then drew them out. Jack propped himself up, lifting his legs until his cheeks were spread and his hole was exposed. Craig had no questions as to what he was supposed to do. He hurried to strip the last of his clothes, then lowered himself over Jack and lined the head of his cock up with Jack’s entrance.
“Do I need to go slow?” Craig asked.
God, I hope not.
“Just at the beginning,” Jack said. “I don’t usually bottom, so… so I need a little bit of time to adjust, but not long. It’s not the first time I’ve taken dick.”
Startling jealousy clenched in Craig’s chest. Other dick? No. No, he didn’t want that. Jack was his. His best friend, his co-parent, and his lover. No one else would have him.
Craig braced one hand on Jack’s thigh to keep him in place. The other braced Craig’s cock. He pushed forward and Jack’s hole parted for him. It swallowed the head of his dick, and Jack moaned so loudly Craig thought it might wake the baby.
“Fuck, are you big,” Jack uttered. “I didn’t… didn’t think… fuck.”
“Is it okay?” Craig asked. He inched forward, afraid to move too fast.
“It’s more than okay.” Jack panted. “Keep going. God, keep going. Stretch me.”
Craig’s cock slipped in deeper. He invaded Jack’s hole, filling it until they were so closely paired that Craig was sure there wasn’t a person in the world who was more perfect for him than Jack was. When at last he bottomed out, he breathed out in relief. Jack reached up and tangled his arms around Craig’s neck. He dragged Craig down and they shared a heated kiss.
Craig wanted to thrust. He didn’t think he’d ever wanted something so badly in his life. Jack was tight. He squeezed Craig’s cock like Craig belonged inside of him. Craig wanted to make that hole his.
“Move slowly,” Jack whispered against Craig’s lips. “Don’t go far. Just a little. Keep pushing it deep into me.”
Craig obeyed. He moved slowly, keeping himself buried deep inside Jack. The short distance he drew back he was quick to reclaim. Jack ground against him in turn. The kiss resumed.
The longer Craig worked, the more the passion between them grew. Craig never withdrew far, but he did pick up the pace of his thrusts. The short, shallow movements grew hurried. Jack moaned into his mouth and adjusted his pace, too.
They fucked each other.
Craig’s balls slapped Jack’s ass. The headboard hit the wall. The sheets rustled beneath them. Jack moaned into Craig’s mouth, and Craig kissed him hard enough to muffle those noises.
It wasn’t brutal, but after so long spent pining over each other, it wasn’t sweet, either. Craig let go of everything that held him back and indulged in true pleasure for the first time. Beneath him, Jack made it clear that he was living out a fantasy.
Craig kept Jack’s legs in place, and Jack pumped his cock between their bodies. The kiss continued.
The clench deep in Craig’s stomach and balls came too soon. Orgasm arrived. He worked more frantically, desperate to get off, and to get Jack off in turn. His breathing grew sta
ggered and ragged.
Jack noticed.
With a breathy gasp, Jack renewed his efforts. He bucked against Craig, letting Craig sink deep. Craig took advantage. The pressure built. The clench grew tighter. The air smelled of their sweat and sex.
Craig was happy.
And as he grasped Jack by the hair and pushed into him deep to come, he was happier still. Orgasm rocked through him, cum pulsing through his shaft to fill the condom. Beneath him Jack moaned and arched his back. He came, too.
“Craig,” Jack gasped as he came. “Oh fuck, Craig. Fuck.”
Craig kissed him. He thrust one final time, driving himself home, then fell still.
Jack was what he’d needed all these years, not prestige, money, and success. A simple life with someone who loved him, and who Craig loved in return.
A life with his best friend.
Craig drew out of Jack and settled into bed beside him. They cuddled and kissed and touched, and by the time noon arrived, Craig was back inside of him.
This was paradise. Craig only wished he’d known it sooner.
24
Jack
Early in the afternoon, roused by Isaac’s wailing, Jack and Craig settled in the living room in front of the television. The Netflix browsing screen was still open. Jack picked up the controller and flicked through the selection. They settled on something mindless. Jack put the controller back down.
Craig rocked the cradle with his foot. Jack curled up to his side and ran a hand along the course of Craig’s body. His fingers trailed up and down Craig’s thigh and along his side until Craig turned his head and kissed Jack all over again.
Jack melted into the kiss.
Craig was the kind of man he could kiss for hours without realizing it. The sweet hint of mint on his breath and the certainty of his lips were addicting. Jack thought he’d never grow tired of tasting him.
They’d had sex twice that morning. Craig had taken him each time. Jack was sore, but satisfied. He’d achieved the impossible. Not only did he have a straight man in his bed, but that straight man was his best friend. No one was going to believe him.