“Wanna head up to bed?” Nick gave him a suggestive grin.
“Yes.” He shoved Nick’s hand away, glancing nervously at Pete who was still fixated on the TV, oblivious to the sexual tension that was building fast on the other side of the room.
Nick got up and offered Jackson a hand, helping to pull him up as he said cheerfully, “Night, Pete. See you in the morning.”
“Yeah, night, guys. Sleep well.”
They held hands as they hurried up the stairs. As Nick pushed open their bedroom door Jackson’s heart was pounding hard, and not just because of the two flights they’d climbed. The moment Nick shut the door behind them he put one hand on Jackson’s cheek and held his gaze intently. “Can I kiss you?”
Not trusting his voice, Jackson nodded.
Nick moved closer, pressing their bodies together, and Jackson leant into him, closing his eyes as their lips touched and slowly parted as the kiss deepened. Nick tasted of red wine and chocolate, the flavours as decadent as the slow erotic flicker of his tongue against Jackson’s. The rest of the world faded away as arousal wound around them, binding them together, and stripping Jackson of reason and logic. The whys and what ifs didn’t matter in this intimate space. He put his arms around Nick and held him close, kissing him more deeply as he lost himself in pure sensation.
Nick’s hand was under his shirt, resting warm against his chest. Jackson moved his hands down, cupping Nick’s gorgeous arse and squeezing.
How often had he imagined doing this? Way too many times. It was easy to imagine, because fortunately—or unfortunately perhaps—Jackson was all too familiar with the contours of Nick’s arse. In his club dancing days, he’d worn nothing but a jock, so Jackson had had ample opportunity to admire it when he’d been lucky enough to get a position near the stage. And nowadays, Nick was prone to wandering around the flat in his underwear so Jackson still got to ogle it on a regular basis.
Nick’s arse felt as good as it looked, but in Jackson’s imagination, there had always been fewer clothes in the way. With a heady rush, he suddenly realised there was nothing stopping him from getting into Nick’s pants… literally. He started working on Nick’s fly, breaking the kiss briefly to mutter, “Is this okay?”
“Yeah,” Nick said breathlessly.
Once he’d undone Nick’s fly, Jackson slipped one hand down the back of his underwear. He groaned as he made contact with the warm curve of Nick’s arse. Kissing Nick’s neck instead of his mouth, he pushed his fingers into the heat of Nick’s crack. “God, that feels good,” he muttered.
Nick laughed. “It should be me saying that. Oh!” he gasped as Jackson pressed more insistently. “Wow. You’re such an arse man, going straight for the hole without so much as a dick squeeze.”
“Sorry.” Jackson flushed, withdrawing his hand a little. “Your arse is very distracting. Tell me what you want, Nick. I’m up for anything.”
“No need to apologise. I’m happy that my arse is such a distraction.” He grabbed Jackson’s wrist and lifted his hand. Opening his mouth, he sucked on Jackson’s middle finger for a moment. “Now carry on,” he said with a grin. “And kiss me some more.”
Happy to oblige, Jackson pressed his mouth to Nick’s while he felt for Nick’s hole with his wet finger. Nick adjusted his stance a little, widening his legs to give Jackson access, and they moaned in unison as the tip of Jackson’s finger slipped past resistance into the heat of Nick’s body.
They carried on kissing, grinding together and Jackson could feel Nick growing hard against him. After a little while Nick broke away and asked, “Will you use your mouth on me instead?”
“On your arse?”
“Yeah, if you’re into that? You said you were up for whatever.”
“Fuck yes. I’m into that.” Into that was an understatement. Licking Nick’s arse was the stuff Jackson’s most shameful and secret fantasies had been made of for the last several months.
“Brilliant. Let’s get naked first.” Wriggling out of Jackson’s arms, Nick started undressing, tossing his clothes aside carelessly. Jackson followed suit, stripping until the floor was littered with garments and they had nothing left on. They stood there for a moment, both taking a good look. It was so weird standing there opposite Nick, stark naked with their boners pointing at each other.
“I can hardly believe this is actually happening,” Jackson said.
“Me neither.” There was a pause, then Nick blurted out, “You look so fucking good. All that time at the gym really shows.”
“Thanks.”
“Nice cock too. I didn’t really get a good look at it earlier. I was too busy cramming it into my mouth.”
Jackson laughed. “Glad you approve. You look great too.” He let his gaze slide appreciatively over Nick. “Turn around so I can see your arse.” He gestured with a spinning finger.