“Are you sure you’re okay with that side?” Jack asked, putting his bag on the bed and pulling out a vest top with the slogan “Sounds Gay. I’m In”, printed across the chest under a little rainbow, nodding at the side of the bed I stood next to.
“Yes, of course,” I said. My thoughts trailed off as Jack pulled off his t-shirt, exposing acres of skin I wanted to run my hands, and my tongue, across. His nipples had pebbled in the cool air of the room, and my brain was flooded with memories of how beautifully he’d always moaned when I’d tugged them gently with my teeth. I remembered having him in my lap, my cock buried deep inside him, fucking him slowly as I’d sucked on his nipples while he fisted my hair and begged for more.
My cock throbbed in my boxers, and my jeans were becoming more uncomfortable by the second. It didn’t help when Jack slid his skinny jeans over his thighs to reveal a tiny pair of red boxers that clung to his skin. He’d always had a perfect ass, but I’d forgotten just how perfect it was. Round and pert and oh so fucking squeezable. His boxers hugged his dick, and I licked my lips. I’d never really had much preference when it came to sex, but Jack preferred to bottom, so that’s what we’d done more often than not. It was always amazing to watch him fall apart on my cock. We’d switched a couple of times, and holy shit, had he been good. He’d been the first and only person I’d ever let top me, and every time had been mind-numbing.
God, maybe we could fuck now. Would that be the worst idea in the world? Maybe it would be easier to talk if we fucked first. At least I’d be able to think then.
Jack must have noticed me staring because a slow smile spread across his face.
“See something you like?”
“You’re… you’re gorgeous. You know that, right?”
“I do.” He winked at me. It was like a bolt of lightning shooting down my spine. I swallowed. “You’re very gorgeous too.”
“I’m, um, I’m really not,” I said. “Not like you.”
“Well, I think you’re fucking gorgeous. Especially with the beard.”
“Yeah?” I ran my hand across the blond stubble on my jaw. I’d started growing it in New York when I felt morose and couldn’t be bothered to shave. Then I’d seen a picture of Chris Evans with a beard and thought I’d try growing it deliberately for a while. I knew I’d made the right choice when I’d seen the look on Jack’s face that first night when we’d had dinner and I’d caught him staring at me when he thought I wasn’t looking.
“Yeah. Very sexy. I like the feel of beard burn on my thighs.”
I groaned softly, reaching for the front of my jeans to try and adjust myself. My cock was achingly hard and even just brushing my hand against it through my jeans was torture.
It got worse when Jack climbed onto the bed, crawling towards me on his hands and knees before kneeling on the edge of the bed in front of me. His cock was straining against the front of his tiny boxers, a wet patch staining the bright material. He was so close it wouldn’t be hard for me to reach out and close the gap between us. I wanted him so badly, but I was sure this was a terrible idea.
“Jack… we should talk about this.”
“Later,” he said, reaching out his hand. “Now, I need you inside me.”
Then again, I’d always been known for my bad ideas.
Our lips crashed together as my hands found his body, pulling him to me. It had been far too long since I’d held him in my arms and felt his lips against mine. My hands wrapped around him, tracing down his spine to his perfect ass. I groaned as I squeezed it, loving the way he thrust against me, his cock brushing against mine. Our kisses were messy and desperate, all teeth and tongues and nipped lips. Jack moaned against me as I thrust my tongue into his mouth, claiming him. His hands gripped the bottom of my polo shirt, trying to tug it off without us parting, but eventually we realised it wasn’t going to work.
“Get naked,” he demanded, leaning back onto his heels.
“Do you have any lube? Condoms?” I asked, suddenly worried that everything was about to come to a grinding halt or make a quick shift in direction. I tugged at my shirt, throwing it to the floor and doing the same with my jeans and boxers, letting my erection spring free before hurriedly toeing off my socks. The air was gloriously cool against my heated skin. Jack was watching me from the bed, a wicked glint in his eye. I knew that look far too well and it made my heart race with anticipation.
“In my bag.” Jack smirked, and I raised my eyebrow. “I was hoping I might get lucky.”
“I was just thinking the same thing.” I grabbed his bag off the floor, rummaged through it to find a box of Durex and a bottle of lube, then chucked them on the bed and dropped the bag. It had only been a couple of minutes since I’d stopped kissing Jack, but every moment felt like a lifetime.
“Come here,” he said, curling his finger towards me. He’d reclined himself back in the middle of the bed, head propped up on a mountain of pillows. His boxers were gone, and his cock rested against his hip, hard and glistening with precum.
I didn’t need any more encouragement.
I crawled over him, savoring the feel of his firm body under mine. Our lips met in another round of explosive kisses as my fingers explored. Our cocks brushed, and I let out a deep groan of pleasure. Jack frotted against me, silently begging for more. We ground together as we kissed, our pace growing more frantic as pleasure danced through me.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this good. I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to have a warm body pressed against mine. Jack had asked if I’d gotten laid in New York, and I’d been moments away from admitting that I hadn’t fucked anyone since the last time I’d been with him. The only thing I’d had for company had been my right hand, porn, and a million fantasies of the man I loved.
“Wait,” Jack gasped out, resting his hand on my chest. His lips were deliciously swollen and wet. “I don’t want to come like this. I need you to fuck me.”
“Your wish is my command.” I kissed him again before sitting up and reaching behind me to grab the lube and box of condoms. Jack spread his legs, wrapping his arms around his thighs and bringing them to his chest to expose his dusty pink pucker. My tongue darted out, wetting my lips.
“Later,” Jack said, obviously reading my mind. “You can eat my ass later. I need you to get the fuck inside me before I go mad.”
“I’d forgotten how bossy you are.”
“You love it.” His voice caught slightly, stumbling over the words. My heart leapt into my throat while my stomach dropped through the mattress.
“I do… and I love you too.” It probably wasn’t the classiest way to declare your love for someone, looking down at them while they spread their ass for you, waiting for you to finger them, but apparently my brain had decided now was as good a time as any to tell Jack how I felt. So much for talking everything out with him.
Jack stared at me, his mouth dropping open. I froze. I was suddenly very aware that I had probably made a very bad choice. I wondered if Bea and Anna would let me sleep on the floor of their room.
“Do you mean it?” Jack asked, releasing his thighs and sitting up, staring at me.
“Y-yes. I love you. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you dare be fucking sorry.” He reached out, his hand wrapping around my neck and pulling me down to him, his lips finding mine in a deep kiss. “I love you too, asshole.”
“Asshole?” I chuckled against his lips.
“You know what you’ve done.” He smiled. “But I’m just as bad.”
“We should probably talk about this.”
“Sex first. Talking later.” He gave me one more kiss then dropped back onto the bed, a hungry smile on his perfect lips as he hooked his arms under his thighs again, spreading himself wide.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I said, unable to take my eyes off him as my hands fumbled for the lube. I managed to click the bottle open and poured a little of the cool gel onto my fingers. Jack
gasped as I ran a finger across his hole, then moaned as I slowly pushed into him.
“Fuck, yes!” He stared at me, desperation written all over his face as I began to fuck my finger in and out of him. “More. Fuck, I need more.”
I smirked and ignored him, waiting for him to relax before I slid a second finger into him, loving the way he groaned as I pressed into him. Two fingers soon became three, and my patience was reaching breaking point.
I gently slid my fingers out of him, blindly reaching for the box of condoms and pulling one out, unwrapping it quickly and rolling it onto my cock, slicking it with the last of the lube and groaning as my fingers wrapped around my shaft.
“Need you,” I said. “Need to be inside your perfect ass.”
Jack moaned, nodding his head. His arms were still wrapped around his thighs, presenting me with his perfect hole, stretched and ready for me. “Please.” His voice caught, sending a little flutter of want through me. “Please, Harry.”
It was impossible to resist him.
I stretched out over him, my lips meeting his as I pressed my cock into him. Jack gasped against my lips, and a moan caught in my throat. Fuck he was tight. Tight and hot and so fucking perfect.
“I missed you,” Jack said softly as I a bottomed out, stilling to give him a chance to adjust. “I missed this.”
“I missed you too.” I kissed him, pouring everything I couldn’t say into it—how much I’d missed him, how much I loved him, and how sorry I was for everything.
When I moved, it was slower than I’d originally anticipated. I’d thought we’d fuck hard and fast, taking out our frustrations on each other. But this was slower and deeper, and infinitely hotter. There was something unquestionably sexy about making love to Jack.
The way he wrapped his thighs around my waist, pulling me deeper, while his fingers caressed my spine and my shoulders. His infinite kisses and soft moans punctuated by little whispered words of pleasure. The sheen of sweat on his skin. He was everything I’d ever wanted, and I couldn’t believe he loved me.
“I love you,” I said. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too. God, you don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say those words.”
“Then I’m never going to stop saying them.” I smiled, gazing down into his eyes, taking in every detail. “I’m never going to let you doubt how much I love you.”
Pleasure consumed me, sweeping endlessly through my body. Jack cried out against my lips as he reached a hand between us, and when he came, he cried out my name as his cum coated our skin, his channel tightening around me. I gasped against him, my body shaking as my orgasm rushed through me, stronger than I could ever remember it being.
We didn’t stop kissing, even then.
Slowly, we separated, and I quickly disposed of the condom before rushing back into Jack’s embrace. It was as if I couldn’t be separated from him for more than a minute. I needed to feel his body against mine, as if I was making up for lost time.
Eventually, Jack leant back, looking up at me through his lashes, and I knew what was coming. “I guess we should talk.”
“I suppose so,” I said. My brain had quickly dropped all the notecards it had assembled with my thoughts on them as soon as Jack had started stripping off his clothes, and now it was rapidly trying to collect them again. I had a sneaking dread that they were going to be horribly out of order, and I was going to trip over my tongue.
“How long?”
“How long what?” I asked, momentarily stumped by his question. Jack snorted.
“How long have you loved me?”
“Oh.” That wasn’t the question I’d been expecting. “Two years, eleven months, and I guess, nine days? Give or take.” Jack stared at me and my brain took that as a sign to keep going. “I think it was the first morning you stayed for breakfast. You tried to make pancakes for me because I was still asleep, but I didn’t have all the ingredients, so you burnt them and set off the smoke alarm. I came in to find you talking to Toast and trying to clean everything up.”
“Oh my God,” Jack groaned, burying his face in my shoulder. “You bring up the one time I burnt something!”
“You were so cute,” I said, kissing the top of his head and chuckling. “And you looked so embarrassed because you’d ruined my frying pan. But I didn’t care because I’d never met anyone who’d wanted to do that for me before, let alone someone who treated my dog like he was a human being and co-conspirator. I knew right then and there that I loved you.”
“We went out after that… we got chocolate twists and coffee from Starbucks and walked Toast through the park near your house.” Jack untucked his head, resting it on my shoulder and spreading his hand across my chest. “For me it was when you walked to my flat in the rain with fish and chips because I’d had a bad day at work, and I was grumpy and hungry, and I wanted a blow job. You looked like a drowned rat.”
“I’d left my umbrella at the office!” I said. “It was August. How was I supposed to know it was going to rain?”
“It’s England. It rains all the fucking time.”
“It was a heatwave.”
“Never underestimate the stubbornness of the British weather system.”
I spluttered out a laugh while Jack grinned at me. “You’re right. As always.” I leant down, and he tilted his jaw to press a soft kiss against my lips.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked. I knew he already knew the answer, but he needed me to say it, and I needed to hear myself say it too.
“Because I was a fucking coward. I thought I was doing the right thing by keeping you at arm’s length, but I know I was just hurting both of us, and you deserve so much more than that. I just wanted my parents to accept me for who I was and who I loved, but I’ve realised that’s never going to happen. I’ve realised I don’t need their acceptance either. I just need you. All I can say is I’m so fucking sorry for what I did and how I treated you. And if you’ll forgive me, which you probably shouldn’t, I promise you I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you how much you mean to me.”
“The rest of your life?” Jack quirked his eyebrow, his lip curling into a smile.
“The rest of my life. You deserve nothing less. You’re amazing, Jack, and I love you more than you’ll ever know.”
“I’ll hold you to that. But I want to say I’m sorry too. I was a dick to you, even though I knew what you were going through.”
“No, you’re not allowed to apologise. I’m the asshole here.”
“Is this something we’re gonna argue about forever? Who’s the asshole?”
“Of course,” I said. “For the rest of our lives.”
Jack and I, along with Bea and Anna, dutifully reported to the local church the next day where Francesca’s wedding went off without a hitch.
It was a shame, Jack had lamented, as we’d stood around drinking champagne in Eric’s parents’ garden with Bea and Anna, that nobody had disrupted the ceremony. But then again, you couldn’t have everything in life.
I’d obediently posed for family photos, which I was sure I’d end up being Photoshopped out of, and told my sister she looked nice while she’d blatantly ignored me. It was the best result I could have hoped for. After that, I blandly answered all my relatives’ questions while introducing them, loudly, to my boyfriend Jack, who looked hot as fuck in the suit Angelo had made for him. Even my elderly great-aunt Betty, who was notoriously rude, seemed utterly charmed by him. The last I’d seen of her she’d been telling one of my uncles what a nice young man Jack was and didn’t he look handsome in his suit.
We even managed to get through dinner without incident, although I noticed Jack and I had been relegated to the back table in the far corner with the rest of the family outcasts. Not that it mattered because they turned out to be fabulous. Best of all was one of Eric’s half-uncles, Brian, and his wife Miranda who said they’d been treated frostily ever since 1987 when they’d d
ecided to buy a pig and name it after Eric’s grandfather. It hadn’t gone down well.
“You know,” said Jack, twirling in my arms as the soft crooning of the jazz band played behind us. “If we ever get married, we should do something completely scandalous, then your family won’t want to come.”
“Ooh, we could have it themed after that show you were telling me about? Everyone could wear bad eighties fashion. It would be a vintage wedding, but not the cute, fashionable kind people love.”
“That could be fun! We could have Toast be the ringbearer and he could wear tiny sunglasses. Our vows could have all the cheesy catchphrases in them, and we could wear garish, polyester suits with shoulders pads.”
I chuckled, pulling him close to me and swaying gently in place. “I think I’d get disowned for that, not least by Angelo.”
Jack smiled at me. A flood of warmth seeped through my chest. How could I ever have thought I could live without him?
“Or maybe, it could just be the three of us.”
“Three?”
“You, me, and Toast, obviously. We could take Ben and Dom to be our witnesses, and if you wanted, we could have a little party afterwards. Just us and a few close friends.”
“I like the sound of that,” I said, resting my forehead against his. “We could get Angelo to make Toast a matching bowtie.”
“You see, I knew it was a perfect idea.”
“Of course it’s perfect. It’s yours.”
As we swayed together, under the millions of fairy lights decorating the marquee, I knew one thing was for certain. There wouldn’t be any more “one more nights” between us. There would only be every night.
From now until forever.
THE END
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