Lost In You

by Remmy Duchene

  Slowly, Jackson went down on his knees and pushed Ko’s legs apart. Without breaking eye contact, Jackson undid Ko’s belt, then his zipper and button. Ko licked his lips and held his breath as Jackson stuck a hand in, wrapped long, warm fingers around his now rigid cock and pulled it from the confines of his pants and boxers. Ko moaned.

  “Tell me what you want, Ko,” Jackson whispered between licks of Ko’s dick. “Tell me how you like it.”

  “Slow,” Ko said through gritted teeth. “Hard. Wet.”

  Jackson smiled then lowered his head. He pulled in the tip in, lashed his tongue over it before sucking hard, yet slow. A rumble filled the room as Ko wrapped his fingers against the back of Jackson’s head. As if they had minds of their own, Ko’s toes curled in on themselves even as his eyes crossed and rolled back into his head. He’d never been sucked that well before and though he wanted to tell Jackson so, Ko couldn’t find the words.

  Each time Jackson pulled him deeper down his throat, Ko’s body jerked as sparks of electricity surged through his core. He looked down on one of those odd moments when he could pull his mind from the daze and caught Jackson’s eyes.

  “Baby,” was all Ko managed, for Jackson sucked him deep again while massaging his balls. “Yes, darling.”

  Jackson lathered Ko’s whole shaft, leaving it wet and glistening, only to impale his mouth on the dick again, slurping all the wetness away. He hummed against the head, grazed it with his teeth then sucked the sting away. Ko’s hands slipped from the back of Jackson’s head and fell to his sides. It was like he had no power to lift them. He was sweetly frozen, his body being pushed closer and closer to exploding, and he didn’t care. He craved that big finish, that rush of adrenaline that would course through him. Knowing Jackson was the one doing this to him sent his heart racing faster and his cock twitching in Jackson’s grasp.

  “Cover the head,” Ko gasped. “Just the head.”

  Jackson followed instructions.

  “Now, suck—damn, Jackson! That’s it.”

  Ko allowed his very soul to be carried away by Jackson. From his scent, to the beauty of him on his knees before Ko, left Ko trying desperately to hold off on climaxing. But the more he tried, the more control he lost.

  “Don’t do that,” Jackson said, his voice soft before he licked a finger and pushed it under Ko’s body for his hole.

  “Jack…”

  Jackson didn’t stop. He inserted the finger slowly and Ko’s eyes widened. It’d been so long since he’d been penetrated, he’d forgotten how good it was when done right. He moaned, lifted his hips from the sofa and surged down again to get Jackson’s finger deeper. That was his complete undoing, having Jackson finger him while sucking his dick.

  “You like getting fucked, Ko?”

  “By you…baby, harder, please.”

  Ko ground his hips down, taking Jackson’s finger as deeply as he could get it just as Jackson’s tongue passed over the now tender head of his cock. With a soft whimper as a warning, he watched through a blurred daze as Jackson lifted his head just in time for Ko’s spunk to go flying. Ko trembled, jerked his hips up and off Jackson’s finger but he couldn’t control where his cum went. He growled and reached down to still Jackson’s hand that was still jerking him, for he knew he’d combust if Jackson continued.

  Instead of backing off, Jackson covered Ko’s dick as it sent cum everywhere, sucking every last bit out. “Oh, fuck, Jackson. So good.”

  Ko sat forward, pulling his cock from Jackson’s grasp. He expected Jackson to spit but he watched as Jackson’s Adam’s apple danced.

  “Open your mouth for me,” Ko said.

  Jackson did.

  “You’re so sexy right now.”

  Jackson laughed. “Wasn’t I sexy before?”

  “You know what I mean.” Ko gathered Jackson up and into his arms. Covering Jackson’s mouth with his own, Ko could taste himself, hot and musky on Jackson’s lips. He deepened the kiss, enjoying their closeness even as he realized there was no turning back now. They’d just done something more intimate than sex and Jackson hadn’t once hesitated.

  As he reached his palms down to cup Jackson’s perfect ass cheeks, Ko pulled back his head. “I want to take you home so bad.”

  “But, Mr. Takao. You must be responsible. You are at work, after all.”

  Ko chuckled. “I think we’ve crossed that line a while ago.”

  “Maybe. But if you go back to work, I’ll make sure I’m waiting for you when you get home.”

  Ko moaned his disappointment. He wiped a splat of cum from Jackson’s chin with his thumb. “I hate it, but you’re right. I have one more phone call to make then I will try and get home to you.”

  “I like the sound of that.”

  “Of what?”

  “You coming home to me.”

  Ko caressed Jackson’s cheeks. Without replying, he kissed Jackson again, throwing his whole self behind it. “You should clean up.”

  “Sure,” Jackson said.

  But Ko only released him after another kiss. He pointed Jackson to his private restroom then sat back to fix his clothes. He was aroused again and it hurt pushing his cock back into the confines of this boxers and pants but it wasn’t like he had a choice. Frowning, he grabbed some Kleenex and cleaned up the mess he’d made.

  “Do you see what you did to me?” Ko called through the bathroom door, dropping the used papers into the garbage.

  “I enjoyed that.”

  Ko smiled, letting himself into the bathroom. He washed his hands then leaned his shoulder against the doorframe to watch Jackson rinse his mouth. “I’ll be coming home to you, Jackson Stark.”

  Jackson grabbed a fresh towel and tapped his mouth then kissed Ko. Ko smirked when Jackson reached into his pocket and Ko leaned back. Jackson held up Ko’s keys and jangled them.

  “Get your mind out of the gutter,” Jackson said. “House key?”

  “Sure, baby.” Ko took them, removed his house key and handed it to Jackson. “Make yourself at home and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

  “Good. I’m going to head home and get a few things.”

  “Not too much clothes—I prefer this beautiful body bare.”

  Jackson cuddled into Ko’s chest. He trembled and Ko wrapped his arms tighter around him. “Are you cold, darling?”

  “No. Just not used to this—a man calling me baby or darling. You did that earlier and it drives me crazy.”

  “Good crazy or bad?”

  “Good. How would you say it in Japanese?”

  “Dārin.”

  “Doesn’t sound as good.”

  “I prefer koibito.”

  Jackson lifted his head. “And that is?”

  “Sweetheart.”

  “Hrm—well, tonight when you fuck me deep and hard, I want you to call me that again with fire in your voice. I’ll decide if I like it better then.”

  Ko chewed his bottom lip, thinking of that, but released Jackson. He knew if he didn’t they’d be tearing each other’s clothes off and he had no condoms or lube in the office.

  When he was finally alone, Ko couldn’t focus on work. Even though he got through his next meeting and managed to make some decisions, it was hard. At the end of the day, he rushed out of the office and sped down the street. He stopped to pick up some takeout. When he got home, the house was quiet. If he hadn’t seen Jackson’s motorcycle outside, he would have thought Jackson wasn’t there. He walked through the house and found his lover, lying naked on his stomach, fast asleep in the master bedroom.

  He sat on the edge of the bed and caressed a palm down Jackson’s back and over the slope of his ass. For a silent breath, he simply stroked Jackson with his fingertips then his lips. Ko reached into the bedside table for condoms and lube. Though he’d wanted to eat first, food could wait. He saw something much more delectable lying in his bed. Ko kneeled at the foot of the bed, opened Jackson’s legs and palmed his ass cheeks. Unable to stop himself, Ko spread those supple chee
ks and licked at Jackson’s hole. He growled in heat as his cock rose to attention at his first taste of his lover.

  “I’m home, baby,” Ko said.

  Even in his dream, Jackson knew Ko’s touch. From the soft caresses of a fingertip to the powerful, all-consuming stroke of Ko’s tongue. It passed over his puckered hole softly at first, like a whisper on the wind. Then, it demanded entry, sought to be satisfied, and Jackson woke, shouting Ko’s name and trembling. But it hadn’t been a dream. Ko’s palms were hot against his cheeks, as his tongue dipped deeper and deeper.

  “Ko.”

  “I’m home, baby,” Ko whispered between licks.

  Jackson sighed loudly and rooted his ass upward, giving Ko better access. Stuffing his face into the pillow did nothing to silence the screams of pure pleasure that escaped his lips like a river overflowing its banks. It all became too much so he pulled away from Ko’s mouth and turned over. Instead of letting him go, however, Ko tugged at the sides of his own shirt and discarded the fabric behind him. He then climbed to the bed and started all over again by kissing Jackson before trailing his mouth down Jackson’s body.

  “I want to tell,” Jackson whispered as Ko dragged his tongue down Jackson’s abs. “I can’t keep us a secret. I don’t want to keep us undercover.”

  “Then tell.”

  “It can’t be that simple.”

  “Sure it can.” Ko stopped and lifted his head so their eyes met. “Claim me as yours.”

  “You want me to do that?”

  “Not if you don’t think it’s true.”

  Jackson smiled. “You’re mine,” he whispered, pulling at Ko’s shoulder so their mouths could meet. “I’m yours—you’re mine. Mine. Mine…”

  They kissed, tumbling on the bed, one on top then the other. Their cocks hard and crushing against each other, Jackson whimpered and tried snaking a hand between them. Ko simply caught it and pressed the hand over Jackson’s head.

  “Do you want my cock, Jackson?” Ko asked between kisses.

  “Yes.”

  “Where?”

  “In me…”

  “Can you still beg me or are you ashamed?”

  Jackson groaned. His heart hammered as the memory of what had happened the first time they’d made love swam through his mind.

  “Are you…ashamed to be wild in my bed?”

  “Ko, please…”

  Ko climbed astride him and began undoing his belt. Jackson watched, mouthwatering, eyes fused to Ko’s body.

  “Tell me, when you talk to Charlie about what we do, can you honestly tell him how wild you are in my arms? Or is it a secret?”

  “How do you know what Charlie and I talk about?”

  Ko didn’t reply right away. Instead, he took his dick from his pants, licked his palm and stroked his palm. Jackson just about climaxed at how sexy that was to him.

  “You two are best friends, isn’t that what you said?”

  “Can we not talk about Charlie right now? You’re killing the mood.”

  Ko smirked. “Not for me.” He used a finger to gather some pre-cum from the head of his cock and extended the finger to Jackson. Unashamed, Jackson wrapped his lips around it and sucked. Ko moaned.

  “Yes,” Jackson said, pulling back. “I tell him the truth.”

  “So you can tell me what you want?”

  Jackson nodded. “I want you to fuck me.” He reached for Ko’s cock and shoved Ko’s hand away. Jackson took over stroking the hard muscle, loving the way it pulsed, hot and throbbing in his palm. “As hard as you can.”

  “Good boy.” Ko’s voice cracked.

  Jackson was so far gone, he wasn’t sure how it happened. The world could end and he wouldn’t care. All he wanted, all he needed was to have Ko so deep inside him, their bodies would be one. When Ko finally filled him, Jackson had to hold his breath, close his eyes and bite down into the pillow beneath him. The harder Ko rode him, the wilder he became.

  The first time they had made love, it had scared him. This time, he remembered what Ko had said and let himself go. The first inkling of his undoing started from the tips of his toes before surging to the pit of his stomach.

  “Ko…”

  “I’m here.” Ko nibbled at Jackson’s shoulder while driving into him from behind. “Give me what I want, koibito.”

  That word, that perfectly placed word stirred something inside Jackson. He wasn’t sure why but his whole sweat-covered body trembled before sparks pulsed off his heart. He surged to his knees, arched his body and gave in to the light that courted the lust inside him.

  He had no power to warn Ko. He simply shouted his joy, reached across for one of Ko’s hands and dug his nails into the flesh. He broke for Ko, into a million different pieces of light. Jackson allowed it to radiate through him, sending powerful spurts of cum against the sheets beneath him. He shook uncontrollably, whimpering, shouting and pleading all at the same time.

  “You are so sexy when you come,” Ko whispered, dropping kisses all over Jackson’s back.

  Jackson moaned. “Your turn.”

  They switched position, Jackson on his back with his legs spread. Ko found his hole again, but this time he pumped slowly. With their gazes locked, Jackson played with Ko’s nipples—pinching them, grazing them with his nails.

  “Jackson, if you don’t stop that I—”

  “That’s what I want,” Jackson whispered. He licked his lips. “Let me taste you again.”

  Those seemed to be the magic words. Ko tossed his head back and all the muscles in his body tensed beautifully. When he came, the condom bulged inside Jackson’s body but he didn’t mind. In fact, he sat up, wrapped his arms around Ko and pulled him down to the bed. Together their bodies shook as they tried catching their breaths.

  Time passed.

  Slowly…

  “Was Charlie your first?” Ko asked.

  Jackson swallowed. “Again with Charlie.”

  “Last question, I promise.”

  “Yes, he was.”

  Ko shifted against him and Jackson tightened his arms around him. The fear of losing Ko did something to him—terrified him.

  “Don’t go…”

  “I’m not going,” Ko said. “I’m not as young as I used to be and my leg is cramping.”

  “Oh!” Jackson quickly released him and moved over so Ko could have space on the bed.

  Together, they settled in once more.

  “I used to be jealous of him—Charlie, I mean.”

  “Oh, yeah? Used to?”

  Ko nodded. “Yup. I know that even though he was your first, I’ll be your last.”

  “You seem sure of yourself.”

  “I am.” Ko pushed to his elbow to steal a kiss.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Leaving Ko’s, Jackson had a ton of thoughts swirling nonstop through his mind. But no matter how many of them there were, they all boiled down to one irrefutable conclusion. Ko wanted him—not just for his body or his work with Hansamu, but wanted him. And he could dance around it all he liked but eventually, if Ko’s and Jackson’s hearts had their way, he would have to tell his father and Darius and Feng.

  Jackson yearned for Ko, too. After they’d made up, fear still curled his insides. He spent the next two days alone with Ko, learning about him, making love and simply enjoying each other without the outside world intruding. But Ko’s touches had overpowered the trepidation Jackson had experienced. Every kiss had brought Jackson further and further out of the darkness of his head that he wanted to yell their budding relationship to the world.

  ‘I want to tell,’ Jackson whispered as Ko dragged his tongue down Jackson’s abs. ‘I can’t keep us a secret.’

  ‘Then tell.’

  ‘It can’t be that simple.’

  ’Sure it can.’’ Ko stopped and lifted his head so their eyes met. ‘Claim me as yours.’

  ‘You want me to do that?’

  ‘Not if you don’t think it’s true.’

  Jackson smiled. ‘You�
��re mine,’ he whispered, pulling at Ko’s shoulder so their mouths could meet. ‘I’m yours—you’re mine. Mine. Mine…’

  Glancing over his left shoulder to check on traffic, Jackson switched lanes to avoid the congestion caused by one blocked-off.

  ‘Claim me as yours.’

  That was the sexiest thing any man had ever said to him. With those words, Jackson had had to give himself to Ko all over again. Strange, he was weak when it came to Ko and his advances. But the strength Ko gave him with just a look left Jackson speechless every time.

  Jackson climbed off the motorcycle and removed his helmet. He looked up at the sky and frowned. Pretty soon he would have to take the pickup out of storage and get it serviced, for winter was coming. With a mental note to himself, he jogged up the front steps. The second he opened the door, Oliver barreled into his body. Jackson laughed and returned the hug.

  “Papa never said you were coming,” Oliver said in his accented English. “I’m glad you’re here.”

  “I missed you, too,” Jackson said, walking his new grand-nephew into the living room where Darius was sitting with Feng. He hugged them both before turning to Oliver. “Ollie, could you give me a moment to talk with your fathers, please?”

  Oliver looked hesitant but nodded. He accepted a kiss to his head from Feng before skipping from the room, dragging a teddy bear after himself. Jackson rubbed his palms on his thighs and fell into the sofa beside Darius. He never imagined telling his family about himself and Ko would be so hard. Coming out to his father had been damn near impossible and it had taken him sneaking a shot of tequila from Kent’s liquor cabinet to do it. This was almost the same intense sensation, only this time he couldn’t drink because he rode his motorcycle.

  The silence in the room was only momentarily interrupted by Feng’s camera whirring.

  “Something on your mind?” Darius asked, setting his book aside. “What’s wrong?”