by David Horne
Jackson felt at a loss. He had no idea how to help the man he loved. Andrew had just been given shocking news, and Jackson didn’t know how to make him feel better. Instead, he retreated. Wisely, Caitlyn didn’t say anything when Jackson came downstairs. She just hugged him as she burst into tears.
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It was a very subdued house that afternoon. Andrew didn’t come out of his room, so Jackson focused on the children. Billy was nervous, but he helped Jackson concentrate on Charlie. The little boy was more subdued in his playing, but he was still smiling as Billy and Jackson joined in. Caitlyn sat nearby, curled up on the couch watching them. She was still sniffling. Jackson allowed her to cuddle up to him when they calmed for a moment to watch cartoons, and Caitlyn hugged him, her head on his chest.
Barely anything was said about their day at court. It was as if the three children knew that now was not the time. Instead, everyone busied themselves in doing something else. The court case was tiptoed around, barely addressed. That wouldn’t stay like that for long, but Jackson didn’t think it was for him to say anything. That was up to Andrew.
Jackson was exhausted by the time bedtime rolled around. He helped Caitlyn put Charlie to bed, reading three stories to him before Charlie let him leave. He helped Billy with some homework before the teenager retreated into his room. And he sat with Caitlyn watching mindless television until Caitlyn headed up to bed.
He should have let himself out. But Jackson couldn’t leave Andrew. He hadn’t heard a word from his partner since putting him to bed. Jackson went upstairs and let himself into Andrew’s bedroom. Andrew was asleep, the duvet tangled around his waist as he slept on his back. The tension was still in his face, but he was looking more relaxed than before.
Jackson stripped down and slid into bed, tucking himself next to Andrew with an arm sliding around Andrew’s waist. Andrew stirred at Jackson kissed his shoulder.
“Jackson?”
“I’m here.” Jackson felt Andrew’s arm slip around his back. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good.” Andrew’s arm tightened, drawing Jackson closer. “Just be here. I need you.”
Jackson didn’t have anything to say to that.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Andrew had been in a state of restlessness for several hours. Trying to comprehend how deep Antoinette had got herself into trouble and how she had tried to get out of it had made his head hurt. He felt guilty hiding away from his family, but Andrew just couldn’t find any motivation to do anything except bury himself into his bed.
If Jackson hadn’t been there, keeping things afloat, Andrew would have completely fallen apart. But his lover was there, making sure the children didn’t burn down the house and also taking care of him. All through the night, Jackson had kept Andrew close to him, as if he was scared Andrew was going to run from him.
Andrew had no intention of doing that. He practically clung onto Jackson as he finally fell into a deep sleep. Jackson was like an anchor, and Andrew didn’t want to be floundering tonight.
When he opened his eyes again, he could see sunlight coming through the curtains. The duvet had been kicked down to his knees, tangled around his legs.
Just his legs. Jackson was not asleep next to him. Andrew sat up with a snarl. Not again. Hadn’t Jackson learned his lesson the last time? They had come to an agreement about their relationship, and yet he was still running away.
That bastard was going to get more than a talking to when Andrew got hold of him.
The door opened and Andrew gasped, scrabbling for the duvet.
“Hang on a minute!”
“I think I’ve seen it all before.”
Andrew stopped and looked up to see Jackson standing in the doorway with a big grin on his face. He was wearing his suit pants and shirt from the day before, the shirt open at the neck. Andrew had thought Jackson looked gorgeous in a suit, but this was an even sexier look.
“Fuck.” Andrew slumped. “I thought you’d abandoned me again.”
“Not a chance. I just figured you needed some more sleep.” Jackson held up the steaming mug in his hand. “I’ve got you some coffee.”
“Thanks.”
Andrew flopped back onto the pillows as Jackson placed the mug on the bedside cabinet and sat on the bed. He sighed as Jackson’s hand rested on his knee, his hand very warm against Andrew’s leg.
“How are the kids? Are they okay?”
“They’re fine. I’ve just dropped Charlie and Billy at school.”
“What about Caitlyn?”
“She’s gone to see some of her friends. They’re going shopping and then heading to the movies. I gave her some money to pay for the movie.”
Andrew winced.
“Shit. Some father I am if I can’t even do that.”
“You had a big shock yesterday. I think you’re entitled to have some recovery time.”
“But you shouldn’t need to give Caitlyn your money.”
“I’m fine with it.” Jackson grinned as his fingers trailed slowly up Andrew’s thigh. “If it makes you feel any better, Caitlyn protested as well, but I was the one who insisted.”
Andrew was trying to concentrate on what Jackson was saying, but he was aware of Jackson’s hand crawling up his leg. His fingers tickled Andrew’s balls, and Andrew had to bite back a gasp.
“Is this a hint to me that we’ve got the house to ourselves?” He panted.
“Well, I’m not at work until tomorrow. And from what I can see,” Jackson added as his hand closed over Andrew’s now-hard cock, “You’re up for a bit of fun.”
Andrew moaned and thrust his hips up as Jackson stroked his cock. That felt really good.
“Sounds like an idea. And I take it you’re in charge?”
Jackson chuckled as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to Andrew’s belly, his chin brushing against Andrew’s cock.
“Definitely. I’m calling the shots.”
His mouth closed over Andrew’s cock had Andrew almost shooting up off the bed. Jackson’s hands fondled his balls and stroked his shaft, his mouth and tongue sliding over Andrew’s shaft. He could feel Jackson’s shirt rubbing against his thighs, and the friction had Andrew trembling. His hands fisted into the bedding as Jackson took more of his cock into his mouth. Andrew could feel his cock bumping the back of Jackson’s throat, and then he moaned as Jackson took him in even further.
Damn, that man’s mouth.
Jackson pulled away so suddenly Andrew’s head spun, and he watched as Jackson hopped off the bed, tugging at his clothes. As soon as he was naked, he was rummaging around in the cabinet, shaking it enough that coffee sloshed over the mug. Andrew sat up as Jackson found the condoms and the KY jelly, stopping him as Jackson withdrew a wrapped condom.
“None of those.”
“You what?” Jackson stared at him. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” Andrew took the bottle of lube and shifted to his knees. He licked the end of Jackson’s cock, grinning up at him as Jackson hissed. “I want to feel you.”
Jackson growled. Dropping the box of condoms, he grabbed Andrew’s head and thrust into Andrew’s mouth. Andrew relaxed his throat as Jackson’s cock hit the back of his throat in one go, tightening his lips around the soft, warm skin. He had seen Jackson unleashed before, and Andrew loved it. His lover certainly preferred to be in control, and he was relentless with it when he was.
Before Andrew could get a rhythm going, Jackson pulled out and stepped back. He was breathing heavily, his cock glistening from Andrew’s mouth. Precum was visible at his tip. He swathed the precum over his cock.
“Slather my cock.” He ordered. “Plenty of it.”
Andrew grinned. He squirted lube into his hand, tossing the bottle aside. Then he rubbed it over Jackson’s cock, massaging it into his balls. Jackson groaned and grabbed Andrew’s wrists as his hand shifted further, probing for his ass with his fingers.
“I’m in charge, remember?” He set Andrew’s hands away, wiping
the lube excess onto his own hands. “Which means you do as I say.”
“I’m a top, remember?”
Jackson smirked.
“Not with me, you’re not. Now, on your hands and knees.”
Andrew turned over, his knees on the edge of the bed. Jackson pressed up against him from behind, and Andrew almost shot forward as Jackson, without warning, thrust two fingers into Jackson’s ass. He fucked him with his hand to the point Andrew felt his head spinning. He dropped down to his elbows, resting his head on his hands. Damn, he took no prisoners.
Then Jackson leaned over, pressing his chest to Andrew’s back, and started stroking Andrew’s cock in time to his finger-thrusting.
“Fuck!”
“Fuck is right.” Jackson kissed Andrew’s back, nipping at the back of Andrew’s neck. “You’re so tight. I can’t get enough.”
“Shut up and just fuck me.”
He could feel Jackson smile against his skin.
“Not until you answer a question I have for you?”
“Don’t tease me, Jackson, just fuck me!”
The thrusting in his ass slowed, and so did Jackson’s hand on Andrew’s cock. Jackson licked over Andrew’s spine.
“Say you’ll marry me first and then I’ll fuck you until we both pass out.”
Andrew stilled. Marry him? Did he hear that correctly? He shuddered as Jackson scissored his fingers deep in his ass.
“You didn’t need to get me in a compromising position to ask me. I would have given you your answer.”
Jackson chuckled.
“I like to have the upper hand. You can’t run from this.”
“As if I want to.” Andrew looked over his shoulder. “Are you going to make me beg?”
“For now.”
Andrew groaned. He pushed back against Jackson’s hand, but Jackson withdrew his fingers a little.
“Will you marry me, Andrew?”
Andrew was trembling. Jackson knew just how to put him on edge.
“Yes.” He whispered.
“Say it louder.”
“Yes! Now just fuck me!”
Jackson growled and bit down on Andrew’s shoulder.
“Thank fuck for that.”
His hand disappeared, and Andrew felt the blunt, wide head of Jackson’s cock pressing against his asshole. Jackson didn’t take it slow, slamming into Andrew hard enough that Andrew fell onto the bed. Jackson came down over him, nudging Andrew’s thighs out wide. Then he began to pound his ass, his hips slapping against him. He rose up onto his hands, still leaning over Andrew, never slowing the pace.
Andrew didn’t want him to; this felt far too good. He clutched onto the duvet as he moaned, trying to get closer, but Jackson had him pinned. His orgasm was rising fast, and Andrew didn’t think he could handle it. And yet he didn’t care. It was far too good to run away from.
When his climax did hit him, it was like a tidal wave. Andrew yelled as it slammed into him, his body shuddering under Jackson. Jackson growled and shifted onto his knees, grabbing Andrew’s hips.
“That’s it, Andrew.” He panted as he jackhammered his hips. “Cum for me.”
Almost as soon as the first orgasm abated, Andrew was hit by a second wave. He started and jerked against his lover, the bursts of pleasure making him feel like he was on fire. He could feel his stick release coating his belly as he came on the bed.
“Jackson!”
“That’s it, you’ve got it.” Jackson was panting. “You want me to cum for you?”
Andrew was breathless. He could hardly speak. Jackson smacked his ass.
“Say it! Say you want me to cum for you.”
“Cum for me!” Andrew panted. He rose up onto his elbows and tilted his hips back. “Cum in my ass, Jackson. Fuck me!”
Jackson was trembling as he pounded into Andrew. Moments after Andrew’s declaration, he let out a low moan and thrust deep into Andrew’s ass. Andrew could feel his release explode as Jackson’s cock twitched, leaving him shaking. God, that had been intense.
Jackson sagged, cuddling Andrew from behind. Slowly, he shifted his cock out of Andrew’s ass and flopped onto the mattress. His body was covered in sweat and he was shaking as much as Andrew. Andrew pressed a hand to Jackson’s chest.
“Are you always that fierce?”
Jackson managed to give him a smile. His eyes were bright.
“Only when someone’s agreed to marry me. Then I know that ass belongs just for me.”
“Always.” Andrew shifted closer, nipping at Jackson’s lower lip with his teeth. “Just make sure it’s a long engagement.”
“Not too long.”
“Just until the dust has settled.” Andrew stroked Jackson’s hair. “I love you.”
“And I love you.” Jackson cupped Andrew’s face in his hands. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good.” Andrew kissed him, shifting to lie on top of his lover. “Because I wouldn’t let you.”
