Jack

by A M Snead

  His mind clogged with images of their stage dance, Jack grinned and leaned against Garrett, gripping his shirt for support. “You weren’t complaining earlier.” He smirked, eyes heavy, a faint slur to his words. “When I was bumping against you.”

  Garrett ducked his head and rubbed his lips on Jack’s mouth. “I’m not complaining now either.”

  The heat of Garrett’s body and the crowded, noisy atmosphere of the club was intensifying Jack’s dizziness and disorientation. “I need some air,” he mumbled, “or I’m gonna pass out…or puke.” He clutched Garrett’s shirt. “Or both.”

  “Well, we don’t want either,” Garrett surmised and wrapped his arm around Jack’s waist. He wasn’t quite as unbalanced as Jack and weaved them through the lively crowd to the entrance door.

  Jack sucked in a deep breath of cool night air as soon as they emerged from the club and leaned against the side of the building.

  “You okay?” Garrett grinned.

  “Yeah,” Jack chuckled and pressed his back to the cool bricks. If felt like lead weights were dragging down his eyelids as he looked at Garrett. The man’s stare was equally heavy and locked on his face. Jack smiled. “Come closer.”

  “Why?” Garrett cocked an eyebrow.

  “I wanna kiss you,” Jack said bluntly.

  Garrett came forward, lips twitching. He flattened his hands on the wall and dipped down, kissing Jack without hesitation. Jack sucked Garrett’s tongue into his mouth as the man pinned him to the side of the club with his body. Hard groans rumbled in Garrett’s chest and he pushed his hips harder against Jack, his cock a steel rod in his pants.

  “Fuck,” Jack gasped, pulling out of the kiss and twisting his head as Garrett latched onto his neck, sucking hard. “I hate you, Garrett North,” Jack moaned.

  Garrett grinned and nipped at his skin. “Doesn’t feel like hate,” he murmured, working his hips in a slow rocking rhythm, causing Jack’s dick to jump and swell. He drew back and kissed Jack’s mouth. “Why do you hate me?”

  A deep sigh escaped Jack and he shoved his hands under the back of Garrett’s shirt, raking his fingers on the man’s hot, sweaty skin. “I hate you for making me like you so much.” His head dropped back against the bricks, eyes closing. “I don’t want to like you this way,” he whined.

  Garrett rested his forearms against the wall and smiled at Jack. “What way?” He kissed his exposed throat sensually, sucking his Adam’s apple. Jack swallowed hard. “Tell me.”

  “No,” Jack moaned.

  “You getting sweet on me, Jack?” Garrett whispered. He rubbed his mouth along the curve of Jack’s jaw and laid soft kisses to his skin. “Is that it?” The intensity in his body eased and he rolled his crotch on Jack’s groin in slow, tantalizing movements. “Thinking you might want to give up your heart…Mr. Heart?”

  Even in his inebriated state, the idea jolted Jack. But he was in no condition to analyze the pros and cons of such a notion. Garrett’s mouth and body had convinced Jack it was a great idea, to just relinquish all to the man, hold nothing back.

  Jack slid his hands up Garrett’s back beneath his shirt and curled a leg around the man’s hip. “Take me home,” he murmured. He tipped his face and coaxed Garrett’s lips to his mouth. Their kiss heated with passion and want and…so much more. “Then take me to bed.”

  23 “The Weakness”

  JACK and Garrett were hardly out of the cab and through the front door before Jack was all over Garrett, tugging hurriedly at his clothes, kissing him everywhere skin became exposed. Garrett latched onto Jack, working their way up the staircase, nearly stumbling a time or two as their mouths crushed together and bodies screamed to just stop where they were and fuck right there.

  Jack’s bedroom was the closest and they shoved inside. Garrett caught the door with his foot and kicked it closed then grabbed Jack’s ass and lifted him up, slamming him against the door. Jack squeezed fistfuls of Garrett’s hair and devoured his mouth, his hot breath puffing down Garrett’s throat.

  Heat surged through Garrett’s body as he shoved himself hard against Jack, grinding his crotch to the young man’s solid cock. His legs clenched tight around Garrett’s waist, Jack thrust his hips at him. Garrett’s legs were unsteady, a little weak, the effects of the whiskey shots and Jack’s hot kiss making his head spin.

  He clutched Jack in his arms and pulled back from the door, turning quickly toward the bed. He ripped out of the kiss with a hard gasp and threw Jack down on the mattress immediately landing on top of him as he lost his balance. They both grunted as the weight of Garrett’s body crushed Jack beneath him. Jack hardly noticed and tugged hurriedly at Garrett’s shirt, dragging it up over his head as they panted erratically.

  “I want you so fucking bad, Jack,” Garrett groaned and kissed him hungrily, working his hands under Jack’s shirt, practically ripping it off him. He went for his pants and had the boy stripped of his jeans and briefs in moments.

  Garrett started to go for Jack’s stiff cock, but Jack drew back. “I want you naked,” he panted. “Get out of your pants.”

  Grinning, Garrett shed his remaining clothes, tumbling back onto the bed as he struggled to get his feet from the pant legs. He growled and kicked at the offending trousers until his feet came free then turned around and crawled up between Jack’s legs. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned deeply, eyes heavy and burning as they focused on Jack’s erection. “I love your cock.”

  Jack smiled, his stare hazy. “Then suck it, baby.” He smirked with a slur to his voice.

  Garrett grinned wide, baring his teeth, and engulfed Jack’s dick, sucking and pumping him fast and hard.

  “Fuck!” Jack grabbed Garrett’s head and thrust his hips up, fucking his mouth urgently. “Ahhh fuuuck! Uuuhh! God!”

  Sucking Jack during their first scene together had been great but was nothing compared to this. The reality that they were here alone, no staging or scripting, just their pure and primal want of each other driving them—it blew Garrett’s mind. He had been wanting “alone time” with Jack from the instant he’d laid eyes on him. And finally having Jack give in—it pumped Garrett full of excitement.

  Jack yelled and clenched Garrett’s hair, straining the roots, body arching. “Uuuhh!” His hips worked as he shoved his cock into Garrett’s mouth again and again. “Oh fuck! Fuck! Oh God…fuck me, Garrett. Now!”

  The insistent order snapped electric shocks straight to Garrett’s cock, stiffening him painfully. He shifted his hips as his dick ground into the mattress, wetting the blankets. He sucked up Jack’s shaft then sat back on his heels and pulled Jack up into his lap. Jack wrapped around him with arms and legs and kissed him desperately. “Oh fuck, Garrett,” he gasped shakily. “Give it to me. I want it. I want you.” He clutched the back of Garrett’s head and kissed him again, stabbing his tongue into his mouth, shifting his body as Garrett directed his cock to Jack’s back entrance. He slicked himself with saliva and his own leaking juices then pushed inside Jack’s tight hole.

  “Uhh!” Jack yelled, and his nails gouged Garrett’s scalp as his body arched fiercely. “Oh fuck! Yes! Uuuhhh…” His face pinched with sweet sexual anguish. “Oh God yes…yes…fuck me, Garrett…fuck me…”

  A hard groan knotted Garrett’s throat and he thrust up, sinking in deep. Jack choked on a cry and buried his face in Garrett’s shoulder and started pumping up and down on his cock.

  “Ahh fuck!” Garrett gasped and gripped Jack’s hips, helping him move. “Oh fuck yes…ride me, baby…fuck me…”

  Jack raised his head and grabbed Garrett’s face, kissing him with starving force as his rhythm grew with intensity, his body straining with tension as he pounded his ass on Garrett’s cock. The bed shook and rattled against the wall. Jack panted and grunted and whimpered in unison with Garrett.

  A strangled growl twisted up Garrett’s throat and he shifted Jack quickly, settling him on his hands and knees. “Oh my God,” Garrett moaned and kissed the young man’s ass, licking through
his crack.

  “Mmm!” Jack whimpered hard, squeezing fists of blanket. His body arched and curved, ass swaying and rocking as Garrett teased his hole with his tongue. “Uh! Fuck, baby!”

  Garrett spit on his tight hole then rubbed it in before straightening and shoving his cock back inside Jack’s tight cavern. The boy jerked and shouted but instantly began to fuck Garrett, thrusting back on him vigorously.

  “Oh, fuck yes, baby,” Garrett gasped and squeezed his hips, fucking him hard, deep. Sweat trickled down his face, his chest. His fingers slipped against Jack’s hot, wet skin as his fingers gouged into the young man’s flesh. “Uuh! Jack! Fuck!” He slapped against Jack’s ass loudly, wetly, both their bodies slick with sweat. “Oh my God! Uuh!”

  They both dropped to the bed and Garrett’s arms encircled Jack as he fucked him wildly, bouncing off Jack’s ass in a frenzy, panting, grunting, gasping against Jack’s damp shoulder.

  Jack buried his face in the pillow, clutching it fiercely, his cries muffled as he fucked Garrett back, ass slamming up onto his cock.

  “Fuck, Jack…fuck…I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum! Oh fuck! Ahhh!” Garrett bit Jack’s shoulder, hot breath rushing up his throat, puffing through his cheeks and hissing out around his teeth. He clawed Jack’s chest, clinging, hugging as he fucked him desperately.

  Garrett hurriedly repositioned them again, turning Jack onto his back then wrapped around him face-to-face, kissing him hard and urgent as he slammed into him, out of control. Jack ripped out of the kiss and yelled, “I wanna cum! Oh fuck! Jerk me off, Garrett! Fuck me and jerk me off!”

  Shoving up on one arm, hovering over him, Garrett grabbed Jack’s pulsing cock and pumped him hard as he drove his own cock into him erratically, feeling the orgasm right there, tightening his balls, pushing the cum up his shaft. “Oh fuck, baby! I’m cumming!”

  Jack writhed and thrust. His fingers gouged into the bed and his body arched fiercely as his head shoved back into the pillow and a wrenching wail tore out of him. Hard shots of creamy white cum burst from his cock and splattered his stomach and chest. He yelled and fucked Garrett’s fist frantically as Garrett shouted out loud and came hard and forceful.

  “Fuuuck!” Garrett dropped down on him and fucked him wildly, the orgasm surging through his tense body. “Jack! God! Uuuhhh!”

  Shudders coursed through Garrett as it took a few moments for the orgasm to finally release him. Jack trembled beneath him, panting hard.

  “Holy shit,” Garrett gasped thickly and rolled off Jack, chest heaving. Sweat trickled down his temples and into his damp hair. He rubbed a shaky hand over his flushed, wet face. “Fuck, baby…that was…whoa…”

  ♥

  The fragmented pieces of Jack’s thoughts floated lazily in the ebbing tides of the lingering ecstasy. He couldn’t speak—could barely breathe—as he lay next to Garrett. The man was silent but for his ragged breath and occasional shift of his body. The combination of liquor and passion had left Jack emotionally immobilized. Somewhere in his mind, disoriented as he was, he knew he needed to get a grip, think things through before he let this incident turn into something more than just a one-night fuck-fest. But he couldn’t think. All he could do was feel. Feel the intense heat of Garrett’s hot, damp body beside him. Feel the uncontrollable beat of his own heart as he recalled Garrett’s recent touch. Feel the need to open up to the man in ways he swore he would never open up to anyone.

  “How you doing?” Garrett asked quietly. His breathing remained uneven, ragged. “You okay?”

  Just the sound of his voice spiked Jack’s heart rate. He swallowed a couple times then managed a weak, “Yeah.”

  “So, what was this?” Garrett murmured. “So…this was…wow…what was this?”

  What answer was he hoping for? Jack wondered. Did he want it to be more? Or was Scotty right? Was this Garrett’s mission—to conquer Jack off camera?

  Jack’s thoughts continued to elude him. He couldn’t analyze his feelings right now. The multiple shots from back at the club still saturated his brain and he was sure if he attempted to deal with this now…he would make the wrong decisions. His heart felt too vulnerable at the moment, because all he could really think about was begging Garrett to hold him again, make slow love to him, give him something more than just…sex.

  When Jack failed to answer Garrett’s question, the man turned his head and looked at him. Jack stared at the ceiling, afraid to meet Garrett’s probing eyes, afraid of what he would—or possibly wouldn’t—see in them.

  “Jack?” Lingering effects of the whiskey shots were still audible in Garrett’s voice. How much of what came out of his mouth at this point would be sincere?

  “Hm?” Jack didn’t look at him.

  “What you said back at the club…” he whispered. “What did you mean exactly? When you said you didn’t want to like me this way?”

  Jack closed his eyes. “I’m drunk,” he mumbled. “I didn’t even know what I was saying.”

  “I don’t believe you,” Garrett said quietly. “I think you did know.”

  Jack opened his eyes slowly but didn’t respond.

  “Just so you know,” Garrett sighed. “I don’t want to like you this way, either. I just wanted us to be fuck friends. I don’t do well with anything more complicated than that.”

  Exhaling deeply, Jack murmured stiffly, “Who’s asking for anything more complicated?”

  “Jack…”

  Jack’s throat tightened with emotion, his eyes suddenly stinging. You happy now, Jill? I got caught. But we both know there’s only one way this can end. The way this shit always ends. Jack stiffened when Garrett shifted onto his side and his arm slid across Jack’s stomach. He drew Jack against him, his back to Garrett’s chest as the man wrapped him in a snug embrace.

  “Who hurt you, Jack?” Garrett kissed his shoulder then brushed his lips against Jack’s ear. “Tell me why you don’t want to feel this way about me, and…I’ll tell you my reasons for not wanting it.”

  Jack rubbed his hands over Garrett’s then laced their fingers together. In telling Garrett his story, he would be exposing his throat to a potential predator. Just because Garrett appeared tender and caring at this specific moment, that didn’t mean it was real. But Jack’s resistance to the man was nil. And with his hot body pressed up against Jack, the evidence of Garrett’s slowly forming arousal revealing itself, Jack was helpless, able only to give him what he asked for.

  “His name was Aaron,” he whispered thickly, the memories pouring in on him in a sudden flood. “But he didn’t hurt…me.” All the pain of the past events concerning Jill converged on him at once. “Aaron was Jill’s fiancé. They were only a month away from getting married when Jill got sick.” An unsteady breath escaped him. “Aaron had had their whole future planned out. He was in his last year of law school and already had offers from major law firms. Jill was studying to be a paralegal, so they could work together. Eventually, Aaron wanted to open his own private practice. Everything was perfect.” Jack swallowed thickly, vision blurring. “I had never seen two people more in love. Aaron adored Jill, practically worshipped the ground she walked on. He couldn’t wait to make her his wife.”

  Garrett held him tighter. Tears slipped out and seeped into the pillow beneath Jack’s cheek. He closed his eyes, wanting to shove away the memories as he’d done for the last six months, but they had surfaced now, and he was forced to reckon with them.

  “When Jill was first diagnosed with leukemia,” Jack said quietly, his throat tight. “Aaron stood by her, said they would get through it, that she was strong. He promised…” Jack bit his lip as his chin trembled. “He promised he would be by her side all the way, that he would never leave her or…or give up on her.” He sniffed and cleared his throat. “And I saw how much strength that gave her, how much hope.” He fell silent, a knot swelling his throat.

  “What happened?” Garrett whispered.

  Jack pressed against Garrett’s warm body, felt the strong beat
of his heart against his back. “He lied.” Jack’s brow pinched, eyes squeezing tight. “Jill’s condition disrupted his plans and he just…walked away.” Jack ducked his head, tears pushing out beneath his closed lids. “He killed her,” Jack cried softly, brokenly. “He broke her heart and took away her will to fight. She tried…for me, for our parents, but…” He trembled. “But her heart was gone. The man she loved, her future, everything…just gone in the blink of an eye. She lost her will to live.” Jack opened his eyes and warm tears rushed down his face. “She could’ve still been here…even now.” He buried his face in the pillow, shaking. “If she had never fallen in love with him, never given him that…that power over her…she would still be alive today, still fighting.” His chest heaved with a surge of anger and pain. “I swore to myself I would never let someone have the same hold on me, the same power over me as Aaron had over Jill. I never wanted to meet someone that…that I couldn’t live without. I never wanted to be that…weak.”

  24 “The Heartbreak”

  AN age-old anxiety twisted through Garrett’s gut. That warning sign that things were getting too serious. But he hadn’t tried to stop Jack from opening up, had even asked him to reveal the source of his fears…he couldn’t pull back now.

  Run, Garrett. Run for your life. Don’t get caught, baby.

  Garrett had always listened to that voice. And the one time he hadn’t…had been a disaster. The only good thing to come out of his relationship with Scotty was the reinforced belief that love was a lie and would tear you down. Clearly Jack believed the same thing—so why were their hearts trying to push them beyond what could be a wonderful, easygoing sexual friendship? Why did Garrett long to hold Jack close and soothe away his fear and pain, and not just fuck him…but make love to him?

  You’re not falling in love with him. You’re not. But the denial was weak, and unconvincing. His emotions were all fucked up tonight. After the stage dance, and their recent intense-as-all-hell fuck right here in this bed…Garrett’s thoughts were jumbled, drowning in feelings he wasn’t accustomed to nor comfortable with. He could blame it on the alcohol, but that would be as lame as his denial. Yet he couldn’t let go of Jack, he couldn’t leave his bed and go to his own room.