by David Horne
He could feel Andrew smiling against his neck.
“I know.”
Jackson groaned. Screw everything. Tugging Andrew’s head up, he kissed him hard. Andrew let him take charge of the kiss, allowing Jackson to pull him closer, sliding his hands under Andrew’s sweater. Jackson dug his fingernails into Andrew’s back, which had Andrew gasping into his mouth.
Then he was pulling back, breathing heavily. His eyes were bright, and the look of hunger on his face had Jackson’s heart racing. Andrew finished unbuttoning Jackson’s shirt with shaking fingers, pushing his shirt off Jackson’s shoulders.
“You top or bottom?”
Jackson grinned as he tugged his arms out of the sleeves, dropping his shirt to the floor.
“I can do both.”
“Good.” Grabbing his hand, Andrew tugged Jackson off the door. “Then I’m in charge. Upstairs. Now.”
Jackson eagerly followed Andrew up the stairs. For a moment, he did wonder if they were going to wake up the children. But when Andrew led him toward a bedroom at the front of the house, clearly separated from the other rooms, his doubts faded away. Unless he screamed really loudly, nobody was going to hear him.
Except Andrew.
As soon as they were in the bedroom, Andrew shut the door and tugged Jackson in for another kiss, his hands all over Jackson’s body. They edged toward the bed, Jackson toppling onto the bed as Andrew gave him a firm push. He started to get up and stopped when he saw Andrew undressing. First, the sweater came off and Jackson saw the sinewy body, beautifully carved muscles across his belly, with his tattoos curling around his pectorals and along his arms.
Then Andrew kicked off his boots and sent them flying across the room. And last, his jeans. This time, Andrew took it slowly. Jackson couldn’t look away as Andrew lowered the zipper, very slowly, before undoing the button to reveal to Jackson that he wasn’t wearing any boxers. His cock sprang free as Andrew opened his jeans, and Jackson’s mouth fell open. Delicious. Long, thick, and seemed to be getting bigger as he watched.
Dear God, if Jackson had known Andrew had been hiding this all this time, he would have made a move on him much earlier.
Never taking his eyes off Jackson, Andrew shoved his jeans down his thighs and kicked them aside. Removing his socks, he now stood before Jackson fully naked, his cock proudly on display. Jackson licked his lips, unable to look away as Andrew started stroking his cock, pulling back the foreskin to reveal the head. Precum was already there, and Jackson felt as though he could already taste it on his tongue.
“You hungry?” Andrew asked.
Jackson couldn’t speak. He simply nodded.
“Good. Then come over here and suck my cock. Now.”
Jackson was immediately off the bed and kneeling before him. The angle from the floor, looking up at Andrew, was more erotic than he thought. He slid his hands up Andrew’s thighs, sliding his tongue over Andrew’s cock. Andrew sighed, and Jackson looked up to see Andrew’s head falling back, his hips thrusting out.
Emboldened, Jackson grasped Andrew’s cock and gave it a squeeze as he swirled his tongue around the tip, licking up the precum. It was delicious. Then he slid his lips around the shaft, taking in as much as he could. Even when Andrew’s cock bumped the back of Jackson’s throat, he still had half of Andrew’s penis in his mouth.
Andrew seemed to think he was going too slow, because he grabbed the back of Jackson’s head, holding Jackson still as he began to fuck his mouth. Jackson let him take charge, one hand on Andrew’s hip and the other fondling Andrew’s balls. Andrew growled and thrust faster, consistently bumping Jackson’s throat. Jackson tried hard not to gag, and he didn’t care. This was something he didn’t want to stop.
Suddenly, with a growl, Andrew pulled away and tugged Jackson to his feet. He kissed Jackson hard, and Jackson could feel how much he was trembling. Or was it him? He wasn’t sure.
Andrew broke the kiss, his breath tickling Jackson’s mouth.
“You’re going to make me cum too soon if you’re not careful.”
Jackson grinned.
“I want you to cum. And I’m going to take it.”
“Good.” Andrew’s hands went to Jackson’s waistband and he gave a sharp tug. “Take these off and get on the bed.”
“Yes, sir.”
Andrew smirked.
“I love it when you say that. Keep doing it.”
Jackson sniggered as he unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them and his boxers off.
“Yes, sir.”
As Jackson turned around and climbed onto the bed, he watched as Andrew reached into the bedside cabinet, rummaging around the top drawer. Moments later, he retrieved a bottle of KY jelly and an open box of condoms. Then Andrew was standing there staring at the things in his hands.
“I…”
“You okay?”
“Sure.” Andrew dropped the box onto the cabinet and retrieved a condom. “I just feel like a kid having their first time. I’m not exactly finesse at this anymore.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” Jackson lay back and started stroking his cock. “Now just shut up and fuck me.”
“I thought I was the one in charge.”
“I told you I can do both.”
Andrew smiled. Then he ripped open the condom packet.
“I’d like to see that,” he said as he slid the condom over his cock. “I don’t let people take charge of me outside the Blackhawks.”
Jackson grinned.
“Get used to it.”
“Oh, I’m sure I will.”
Andrew squirted KY jelly into his hand and then rubbed it over the condom. Then he clambered onto the bed. Jackson eagerly accepted his kiss allowing Andrew to press him into the bed. He didn’t object as Andrew tugged his legs up, resting his thighs on Andrew’s shoulders. Jackson started as he felt Andrew’s finger press against his back passage, thrusting in deep. He broke the kiss with a moan as Andrew began to finger-fuck his ass. His muscles instinctively tightened around Andrew’s digit, which had Andrew groaning.
“Fuck, Jackson, your ass is so tight.”
“Wait until your cock is there.” Jackson writhed under him, trying to stay still but his pleasure was building at a speed that was taking over his body. “And you don’t need to get me ready. I’m already there.”
Andrew growled. His eyes seemed to glow in the darkness of the room. Removing his finger, he rose up onto his knees and grasped his cock, pressing it gently against Jackson’s asshole. Jackson didn’t want slow and careful. This was a long time coming.
He wanted it now.
Forcing his legs down, Jackson wrapped his legs around Andrew’s waist.
“Too slow, Andrew.”
He pulled Andrew toward him, and Andrew shot toward him with a gasp. His cock slid in to the hilt, his balls pressing against Jackson’s backside. The change from his finger to his cock was alarming, but the pleasure rippling through Jackson’s body overpowered any momentary pain. His whole body tensed, and Andrew snarled. His hands grasped onto Jackson’s hips, digging his fingernails into his skin.
“Fuck, Jackson!” He was trembling. “I don’t need to move for you to make me cum.”
“Not good enough for me.” Jackson tugged Andrew down and kissed him as he lifted his hips. “You need to move if you want to make think you’re good in bed.”
Andrew chuckled.
“Yes, sir.”
He withdrew a little until the head of his cock was left in Jackson’s ass, and then he rammed forward, almost sending Jackson’s head into the headboard. Lifting Jackson’s legs up higher, Andrew began to pump his hips. He didn’t just make love to Jackson’s ass. He fucked him. Hard, rocking Jackson enough that Jackson had to brace his hands on the headboard.
Jackson felt like he was going to explode. He had known Andrew had some passion, but this was something else. It was incredible.
Andrew reached between them and started stroking Jackson’s cock. Jackson let out a loud moan that
he was sure was going to wake up the neighborhood. Andrew’s thrusts were getting more erratic, jerking his hips as his breathing started to become just as erratic.
“Wow, Jackson, wow.” His head feel back. “You feel fucking incredible.”
Jackson wanted to give him a retort, but he couldn’t. It was just too much to even speak. His pleasure had built far too much, and now Jackson was grasping onto this.
His orgasm hit him hard, and Jackson felt his release splash across his stomach. Moments later, Andrew let out a shout and he thrust once more into Jackson’s ass. His cock was twitching hard, which has Jackson shuddering. Andrew’s body had tightened up like a bowstring, and now he slumped, falling over Jackson.
Jackson felt like he didn’t have any control of his hands, but he grasped Andrew’s head and kissed him. Andrew returned the kiss, sliding a finger over Jackson’s chest. Then he licked his finger, grinning at Jackson.
“Delicious.” He panted.
Jackson groaned. Then he felt Andrew’s cock twitching again. Even after he came, he was still hard. Jackson grinned.
“Feels like you’re up for round two already.”
“Like I said, it’s been a while.”
“I can tell.” Jackson stroked his face. “Get yourself cleaned up, and I can take charge for round two.”
“Sounds like an idea.” Andrew’s smile faded a little, and Jackson saw the doubts settling in. “Stay the night?”
Jackson didn’t need to be told twice. Even if it was just for one night, he wasn’t going to pass that up.
“I will.”
Chapter Twelve
The night was incredible. Andrew couldn’t describe it other than incredible. Jackson was very energetic, and he was happy to switch control in the bedroom. His appetite was hungrier than Andrew’s, and Andrew found it hard to keep up after a while.
Hopefully, the next night would involve in a lot more. Andrew wasn’t going to stop at just one night. Not after taking years to get the courage to seduce Jackson. Andrew wasn’t going to let anything ruin this moment.
But when he woke the next morning, still slightly buzzing from the beers the night before, Andrew found himself alone in bed. There was no sign of Jackson, no sign of his clothes. The man was nowhere.
Andrew sat up. He hadn’t noticed Jackson leaving at all. Was he downstairs? Jackson had mentioned that he had the day off, so he didn’t need to head out anytime soon. Andrew was hoping that he could have Jackson a bit more to himself once the boys were off at school and Caitlyn was at a doctor’s appointment to get her stitches.
Now it was beginning to look like Jackson had done a runner. When he said he wouldn’t.
Cursing, Andrew got out of bed and dressed. Jackson had promised that he wasn’t going to leave but clearly, he had snuck out. Was he ashamed about what they had done? Did he think of it as a mistake? Andrew didn’t think so. It had been a long time coming, in his opinion.
Obviously, Jackson didn’t think the same.
“Fucking bastard.” Andrew grumbled as he went downstairs.
There was no sign of Jackson’s shirt in the hall, but he could hear someone in the kitchen. Maybe he had been too harsh. Maybe Jackson was here.
But when Andrew hurried into the kitchen, he found Caitlyn buttering toast at the counter. Billy and Charlie were at the center counter, both eating their breakfast. Charlie beamed when he saw his father.
“Hey, Dad.”
“Hey, buddy.” Andrew kissed his head, ruffling Billy’s hair. “You sleep well, lad?”
“Yes, Dad.” Billy ducked away from him. “Would you stop doing that? I spent ages getting it right.”
“I can tell.” Andrew wiped the gel on his hand onto his shirt. Then he frowned at Caitlyn as his daughter joined her brothers. “You shouldn’t be up and about like that, Caitlyn. You should’ve called for me.”
“I’m fine, Dad. I just need to take it easy, and making toast isn’t exactly running a marathon.” Caitlyn grinned as she sat down. “In any case, I had a feeling you were a little busy.”
Andrew stared. Had they really been that loud? He didn’t think, at the back of the house, the children would hear anything. Clearly, Caitlyn had. He cleared his throat and looked away.
“Where...have you seen Jackson? He...he dropped me off last night and... well, he spent the night on the couch.”
“Oh.” Caitlyn’s eyes were glinting. “Well, if he was here, he left before we came downstairs.”
The bastard. He really had left. After promising that he wouldn’t. Andrew couldn’t help but feel pained at that. He had already been betrayed by one lover. Having another walk out on him was something he didn’t think he could handle anymore. Especially as it was Jackson leaving him.
“Dad?” Billy was looking at him curiously, his mouth full of toast. “What’s going on? Why do you look mad?”
From the look on Caitlyn’s face and how she was trying to hide her laughter, she knew exactly what was going on. But Andrew was saved from answering as his cell phone rang. Breathing a sigh of relief, he fished it out of his pocket and shook his head at his son.
“It’s best that you don’t know.” He shot Caitlyn a warning look. “And don’t you dare tell him anything.”
“I wasn’t going to say a word!”
“Really?” Andrew turned away and headed into the dining area. “Harry.”
“Hey, bud. I thought I’d update you on some things regarding Caitlyn’s assault.”
“Oh.”
“Are you okay?”
Andrew glanced back at the kitchen. His children were eating their breakfast, Charlie chattering away happily to his brother and sister. Andrew unlocked the French windows and stepped out onto the back terrace, shutting the sliding door behind him.
“I’m fine. Absolutely fine.”
“Andrew.”
“What? What have I done now?”
“How long have we known each other? What’s going on with you?”
Andrew braced himself. Harry knew that his best friend had a “thing” for his brother, but to say that they finally spent the night together was something Andrew wasn’t sure Harry would be happy with that.
“Andrew?”
“I don’t know what’s going on with me?” Andrew paced around the terrace, trying not to slip on the wet planks. At some point it had been raining, and now it was like an ice rink. “Other than I wish Jackson would stay still long enough for me to know what’s going on in his fucking head.”
“That didn’t make any sense.”
“Come on, Harry, you’re not stupid. You’ve teased me about having a crush on your brother. You figure it out.”
“Oh.” Harry was silent for so long Andrew thought the line was disconnected. “I see. Finally.”
That had Andrew stopping, almost falling over mid-turn.
“What? What do you mean by that?”
“I was beginning to think the two of you were going to chicken out. I didn’t think either of you had it in you to actually make the move.”
“What are you saying?”
“The crush is mutual, Andrew. Ever since Jackson figured out he was gay, he’s had a type. And, apparently, his type is a lean biker of mixed race with tattoos.”
That completely threw Andrew. He was not exactly sure he heard correctly. Only recently Andrew had become aware that Jackson had an interest in him, and that flattered him. But to have hidden a crush for all the time they knew each other? It was hard to take in.
“You still there, Andrew?”
“I’m still here.” Andrew ran his hand over his head. “This...this is a little surprising to me.”
“Oh, come off it!” Harry snorted. “Jackson’s had guys in his bed before, but he’s never had a relationship. Ever wondered why?”
“He’s lived in Washington as well. I don’t follow his sex life.”
“You never noticed he had a crush on you?”
“Of course not. I was more wrapped up with my ex
at the time.” Andrew kicked at one of the wooden railings. “Why didn’t he say something?”
“You know very well that having a pathetic crush on a guy for practically all of his adult life is not something anyone is willing to admit to.”
“It’s not pathetic!”
“Sure it is.” Harry snorted. “And did you fuck him because you wanted him, or you were drunk?”
“Because I wanted to.” Andrew winced. “I did need a couple of drinks to get the courage to do it, though.”
“Well, Jackson may not have seen it like that.” Harry let out a heavy sigh. “Shit, you’ve got more problems on your plate than I thought.”
“Enough of that, Harry. Now what’s this about Caitlyn?”
“Maybe it’s best that I come over and talk to Caitlyn in person.” Andrew could hear the smirk in Harry’s voice. “Only to make you squirm more.”
“Very funny.”
“Well, it won’t be possible if you go and talk to Jackson.”
“You’re going to blackmail me now?”
“Well, he is my brother.”
Andrew groaned. He looked back into the house and saw Caitlyn watching him.
“Come on over, but I’ll talk to Jackson later. I need to get my head on straight.”
Chapter Thirteen
Jackson knew sneaking out while Andrew was still asleep was a bad idea. He had never considered himself a coward, but he had committed a cowardly act. Andrew had looked surprisingly peaceful sleeping there, and Jackson had been tempted to go back and cuddle up, but he just couldn’t. Doubts filled his head, and they were driving him out of the house.
The night had been incredible. Andrew was like an animal in bed, something Jackson thrived on. They had made love until they passed out. Jackson wouldn’t change anything. Except maybe that they were sober.
Drink was driving it all. Andrew wouldn’t have come on to him like this if he hadn’t been drinking, no matter what he said. If he was sober, Andrew wouldn’t have acted so amorous. Jackson felt like he was taking advantage.
He wasn’t prepared to stay until the morning and deal with the awkwardness. This changed everything for them. It certainly did for Jackson. He knew his feelings for Andrew couldn’t disappear now. Andrew knew everything. How could he look Andrew in the face?