“Ooh. Bossy. I like it.” Nick spun around obediently, looking over his shoulder as he swayed his hips at Jackson. “So? Is it satisfactory?”
“I’d say it exceeds expectations. In fact, it looks good enough to eat.”
“Well that’s handy.” Nick crawled onto the bed and dropped his head onto his arms, leaving his butt sticking up, legs spread slightly. “Get on with it then.”
Jackson smiled as he joined Nick on the bed. Apparently he wasn’t the only one who could be bossy. Knowing Nick as well as he did, this was no surprise. Wasting no time, he parted Nick’s cheeks and licked over his hole with a firm stroke of his tongue.
“Fuck.” Nick’s body tensed.
Jackson licked again and then focused his attention where they both wanted it, moving his tongue in gentle circles.
Nick moaned loudly. “Oh Jesus.”
“Shhhh.” Jackson drew away. “Keep it down. Your parents are downstairs, remember?” He did it again, using a little more pressure now. When he pushed the tip of his tongue in deeper and wiggled it, Nick made a desperate groaning sound. Although there was a fierce satisfaction in hearing Nick do that because of him, he didn’t want anyone else to hear it, so he drew back again.
“Don’t stop. Please, Jackson.”
“Seriously, Nick. Keep it down. Pete might be on his way up soon and he doesn’t need to hear you braying like a donkey.”
“I’m not braying.”
“Whatever. Just shush.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll try.” Nick grabbed a pillow and buried his face in it while Jackson started rimming him again. Nick didn’t manage to keep quiet, but at least his sounds were muffled now. Jackson reached between Nick’s legs and cupped and squeezed his balls, and then he circled his hand around Nick’s cock and started stroking him. The noises Nick was making changed pitch a little, increasing in frequency. Jackson wasn’t surprised when he surfaced and gasped. “I’m getting pretty close. Do you want me to come like this? Cause if not, you’d better stop.”
“Do you want to come like this?”
“Ideally I’d like to come with your cock in my arse, but unless you packed any lube and condoms that’s not really an option.”
The idea planted in Jackson’s head took root. He wanted to fuck Nick so badly. “We don’t need condoms,” Jackson said. “Neither of us have had sex for ages, remember?”
“True. But lube then. My butthole isn’t used to having things shoved in it, and your cock’s not exactly small. I haven’t got anything useful we could use. I don’t think toothpaste or hair product will cut it, so unless you have anything better?”
“No, fuck. I wish I did.”
“Me too. Tomorrow maybe? We could go and find a petrol station shop for emergency sex supplies.”
“Sounds good.” The idea of sliding his cock into Nick’s arse made Jackson feel almost dizzy with desire.
“For now… I want something in my arse. Will you finger me while you jerk me off? Or you could blow me again? That’ll be less messy.”
“Of course. Roll over.” He slapped Nick lightly on the arse.
Nick lay on his back with his knees bent up and Jackson settled between them. As he slid a finger into Nick, he stroked Nick’s cock with his other hand. Nick gave a gasp of pleasure, and Jackson smiled. With his cheeks flushed and eyes dark and glittering, Nick was so gorgeous. Jackson still couldn’t quite believe they were doing this.
“Suck me!” There was an edge of desperation in Nick’s voice.
Jackson took Nick in his mouth and drew him deep as he curled his finger, thrusting it carefully in and out.
“Oh fuck, yeah. Don’t stop.” Nick’s body tightened, thighs squeezing Jackson’s shoulders. It was a matter of moments before he gave a strangled moan and his hips jerked with the first shot of come. “Fuck,” he muttered again, hands finding Jackson’s head and holding him there for a few more seconds until he was done. “Wow.” His body softened and he released Jackson, saying, “Shit. Was I really loud? I was so out of it I don’t even know.”
“Nah. You weren’t too bad.” Jackson knelt between Nick’s legs, relieved to be able to get a hand on his own dick at last.
Nick’s gaze dropped, eyeing Jackson’s cock hungrily. “Man. I wish you could fuck me. But at least I can return the favour. Just give me a minute for my limbs to stop feeling like wet noodles.
“I could fuck your mouth,” Jackson suggested. “Then you don’t need to move.”
Nick’s eyes lit up. “Yeah? Sounds good to me. And I think it’s your turn to do that anyway. Go for it.”
Sprawled back against the pillows, he grinned at Jackson, lips pink and inviting.
Jackson straddled Nick’s face, one hand gripping the headboard as he guided the tip of his cock and rubbed it over Nick’s lips, making them wet and sticky. “Open up.” He pushed, and Nick opened obediently.