"So, anyone else for coffee?" Jack asked.
Dave and Tina shook their heads.
"I'm off to primp and pamper myself," Tina said. "Dave and I are off to see Markus Maginley at the Hydro tonight. I want to soak in the bath and then be taken for a nice meal before the show. With cocktails."
"Ohh, and I need to primp myself," Dave said and guffawed. "Check my dress and backcomb my hair. And then join Tina in the bath and have a nice meal." The innuendo was obvious. He ducked the tea towel she flicked at his ass and left the room.
Tina shook her head.
"Men. You're all the same."
Chapter Five
"I feel like a prisoner in my own home," Jack grumbled as he and Coll split the non-tabloid Sunday papers they’d had delivered each week. Even those had stories about his supposed antics, albeit brief and not headlines. "It's a catch twenty-two. If I'm here no one knows what I'm doing, except you, and would people accept that you weren't covering for me? If I go out, people can say it's not me." He knew he sounded whiny and whinging, but it was an impossible situation. Of course his friends would say he was with them, but would anyone believe them? "I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't. Fuck, fuck, fuckety fuck." He slammed the table so hard the cups rattled.
"Stop it now. There's no point ranting about something you can do bugger all about." Coll moved toward Jack and put his arm around Jack's shoulder. "Park your ass on the sofa, watch the golf, and shut everything out for five minutes except envy that we can't play like them." He led Jack to the seat in question, pressed on Jack's shoulders so he folded his legs and sat, switched the TV on and left the room. "Be back before you have time to miss me."
Jack sat back on the soft squabs and sighed. If only it were that simple. He gave his attention to the manicured lawns of the golf course, and envied the swings and shots—to say nothing of a few asses and abs—of the golfers.
Ten minutes later he turned his gaze away from the TV to look at Coll, who had re-entered the room.
"Come on, on your feet." Col grabbed his hand and tugged him to his feet. "Ditch the remote. You won't need it where you're going." He took the remote control for the TV from Jack's hand and threw it onto the sofa. "Follow me."
Jack didn't have much option. Coll pulled him forward as if Coll was a tugboat, and Jack the tanker needing guidance and direction.
Not far from the truth, Jack decided, and resolved to go with whatever Coll had in mind. It had to be better than sitting and wallowing over something, which, as yet, he could do nothing about.
They headed across the hall towards the staircase. Coll didn't speak but began to mount them, and Jack perforce had no option except to imitate him, albeit several paces behind.
When they reached their bedroom, Jack smiled. Hot, sweaty sex would be a good way to clear his mind. He was to be disappointed, however. Coll walked around the bottom of the bed and towards the en suite. Jack wanted to groan. He didn't want a shower. He was clean and showered out.
"Wha…" He was silenced as Coll spun around and pulled Jack tight against his hard and aroused body and thrust his tongue into Jack's mouth. The scent and flavor of coffee mixed with mint and Coll was a welcome aphrodisiac. Cock rubbed against cock as they strained to get just that bit closer.
Jack took a tight hold onto Coll's ass, and massaged the soft flesh beneath the denim that hid it from view. The tortured groan Coll gave reverberated around Jack's mouth, and was enough of an incentive to move one hand between them to pull at the snap of Coll's jeans.
Coll drew back and ended the kiss.
"Oh no." His voice was thick and the words slurred. "Not yet. Something else, something more needed, is on the agenda."
It is? For the life of him, Jack couldn't think of anything he needed more than to fuck with his husband.
"Follow me." Coll let go of him and walked into the bathroom. Jack was pleased to see Coll's gait was a bit uneven. With a hard-on such as he himself sported he reckoned his would be the same. He adjusted his boner under his clothes and followed Coll into the next room.
Once he got through the door he rocked back on his heels in pleasure. The room was shuttered and lit by candles. Dozens of candles of all shapes and sizes, scented in vanilla and lavender, their favorite scents for ambiance. The bath was filled with gently steaming water and covered in stalks of lavender. A waterproof pillow was attached to where his head would rest, and soft chill-out music filled the air. On a table placed in exactly the right place for easy reach, a glass of sparkling wine stood, with the bubbles in it fizzing slowly up and down the liquid.
The lump in his throat threated to render Jack speechless. "For me?" He croaked the words.
Coll nodded. "Just for you. Dr Roberts prescribes half an hour minimum soak, followed by a massage, and hot sex. Or should that be hot sex followed by a massage? Either way, that's the three components of your afternoon. Enjoy." He began to walk out of the room.
"Hold on," Jack said urgently. "Where are you off to? Aren't you joining me in here?" He waved toward the bath.
Coll shook his head. "Nope. You need to relax. We'd never get past the hot sex bit if I get in there with you."
He had a point, but even so Jack tried another tack. "Hey, Dr Roberts, isn't the ‘doctor’ bit in philosophy, not medicine? Non-Doctor Carrick prescribes you in the bath with him, to wash his bits…I mean, back." He opened his eyes wide and did his best to look pleading.
"And Dr of Philosophy Roberts says good try, but nothing doing." Coll dropped the bantering tone. "Seriously, love, I've something to check whilst you soak, and then, well..." He smiled and the corners of his eyes crinkled up. "You can amend or rearrange the rest of the agenda to your satisfaction. But first, at least half an hour. In there. With wine. Yes?"
Jack nodded. "Yes. Thank you." He moved towards Coll to nip his earlobe and then took a step back. "Now, honey bun, get out of my boo-do-our and let me primp." He imitated a high falsetto and fluttered his eyelashes.
Coll sniggered, and his shoulders heaved. "You so would have gotten that part in Hairspray, if you'd auditioned for it."
"Shoo, boy." Jack flapped his hands as a still-grinning Coll left the room. How he could tell exactly what Jack needed when Jack himself didn't know was one of life's unsolved mysteries. Jack wasn't bothered. Coll could, and he sorted it whenever possible, and that was all that mattered.
Jack stripped in record time for when the end result wasn't his cock in Coll or vice versa, and stepped into the warm, but not too hot, silky water. He sat down, slid under the water until it lapped at his neck and he sighed with pleasure. The theme from Harry's Game flowed around the room, and the lilting voices of Clannad aided his relaxation. It was almost too much of an effort to reach out for his glass of wine and put it to his lips. He managed though, and the smooth, cool, Moet slid down his throat like honey over a spoon.
How long he just lay back in the water, swirling his free hand lazily, and sipping his wine, as one track morphed into another Jack had no idea. Eventually he realized the water was cooling and his glass empty. His heart wasn't. It was full of thanks for Coll's foresight into what would work in Jack's favor.
He put the empty glass down and stood up. The water streamed off his body and created tiny splashes and whirlpools in the bath. Just as Jack stepped out onto the bathmat, Coll reentered and looked at Jack's naked, wet body. The lust and love he had for his husband was open and obvious.
"Nice." Coll passed him a bath sheet.
Jack's cock twitched when Jack saw the naked desire in Coll's eyes. Coll looked at it for long seconds and then up at Jack's face.
"Yes, well, most of you looks relaxed."
"Most of me is." Jack toweled himself off. "My cock is a law unto itself, however, and in its usual state of interest when you're around." He hung the damp towel over the heated rail to dry off before he put it into the laundry hamper.
"Well, cock's law isn't ruling at the moment, Coll's law is," Coll said. "Get you and your cock
onto the bed face down. Your massage awaits." Coll bowed and pushed the bathroom door wide open. "After you."
Jack dipped his head. "Oh yes, Master."
"I wish."
"Nah, you like us the way we are," Coll said from somewhere behind Jack. "Share and share alike."
"True enough." Jack climbed onto the bed and stretched out on his stomach with his head to one side. His cock sunk into the soft coverlet, and settled down somewhat. "This do?"
"Mmm-hmm. Close your eyes and try to relax again." There was a rustling noise, which Jack translated into Coll undressing. Or he hoped it did. He had a good idea how their naked massages usually ended, and he looked forward to that.
The bed dipped and Jack felt what he assumed were Coll's naked thighs on either side of his hips. Then Coll's hands began to weave their magic.
He began to massage Jack's shoulders and tutted.
"Sheesh, man, and this is after your bath. Goodness knows what you'd've been like before hand. Talk about knotted muscles." Coll began to press onto the tense spots and Jack groaned as pain shot from them and did a mad gallop around his body.
Jack let his breath out in one long hiss and Coll grunted. "Exactly. Now breathe evenly and let me sort you out. Boy, am I glad I took lessons."
So was Jack.
Half an hour later, Jack felt Coll tighten his legs and lean forward. His weight lifted from Jack's body. Coll's breath tickled the hairs in the nape of Jack's neck and his tongue stroked the skin from ear to ear.
"Mmm, more." Jack mumbled the words. He wasn't asleep—not quite. Just in that pleasant state of awareness, but not really conscious. A slap to his ass stung, and he would have reared up if Coll hadn't held him down. "Oy, what's that for?"
Coll nipped Jack's ear with his teeth. That touch was always guaranteed to make Jack's heart speed up and his body tighten. This time was no exception.
"Does there have to be a reason?" Coll asked.
"Put like that, no reason at all. As long as I can do this." Jack managed to rear up, and dislodge Coll, who rolled onto his back and laughed.
"Oh yes." Jack swung to one side, slid off the bed, stood up and dived toward a laughing Coll.
"My turn now."
Chapter Six
Coll looked up into Jack's face as Jack smirked, missed him by inches, and bounced onto the mattress next to him. The mattress dipped and swayed, as Jack wriggled and rolled onto his side and propped himself up on one arm, with his cheek cupped in his palm. He smelled of bath oil mingled with the massage oil Coll had used on him.
Coll inhaled the aroma. Subtle hits of vanilla and lavender hit his senses and grew ever stronger as Jack moved closer.
"Mm, you smell of a flower garden." He murmured the words as Jack dipped his head and licked around one of Coll's nipples.
"Are you calling me a pansy?" Jack asked and grazed his teeth over one of the hard nubs on Coll's chest.
Coll chuckled and Jack tugged on the nipple hard enough for the pleasure-pain of his actions to sting and translate into, 'More, please' as Coll's cock hardened almost to the point of agony. It would take very little to demand more so he could tip over into a mind-blowing climax, but he didn't want to, not yet. He wanted to savor each touch, let his mind linger on every sound and word, and relish the tenderness and love they had for each other.
Coll tugged on Jack's hair. Jack's mouth tightened around Coll's nipple for a brief second, before he loosened his hold and looked up.
"Slow down," Coll said. "I want to feel you inside me. Feel you swell and fill me and shout your completion."
"That sounds good to me." Jack moved up the bed to kiss Coll on the lips, very briefly before he turned away and fumbled in the bedside drawer.
"Aha." He held lube and condom in his hand. "Gonna help me?"
Coll took the protection from Jack and ripped the foil packet open. Even though they'd played turn and turn about ever since they met, his hands still shook as he stroked the latex over Jack's cock and circled the base with his fingers. It was such an intense, personal, and emotional thing to do for the one you loved. Jack had confessed he experienced the same feelings when he did that little thing for Coll.
"Ready?" Jack asked him.
Coll nodded. "Oh, yeah. How?"
"Knees?" Jack suggested.
Coll rolled over and knelt up so his ass was in the air and his head nestled on the pillow so recently occupied by his lover's head.
"This is where I wish we’d dare use a camera," Jack said in a soft, reverent tone. Something cold drizzled around the entrance to Coll's anus, and then he felt a cool digit begin to probe gently inside his channel. "To see you presented like that is fucking gorgeous. Hell, it turns me on so high and fast, I could nearly come all over your ass, not in it."
"Feel free." Coll's voice was muffled by the pillow.
The pressure inside Coll's anus increased as, he judged, Jack added two or three more fingers.
"Not this time." Jack spoke in a husky and emotional voice. "That's for later."
Coll breathed evenly as his sphincter opened and welcomed the intruders. The scrape of Jack's fingers on the sensitive skin made the goose bumps that immediately covered his skin, sting with the intensity of his emotions.
"Coming out and going in." Jack used the words they always used to show a cock was about to replace fingers. The words always added a notch or three to their arousal. Jack's irregular breathing was loud in Coll's ear, and Coll knew his wouldn't sound much different.
The first slight intrusion of the head of Jack's dick was cool, warm, silky, and hard… Something so fantastic and good, Coll had no words to describe it.
As his channel became full of Jack's cock, and the slight burn he first experienced became full-blown, pleasurable friction, Coll used his head and one elbow for stability. Then with his other hand he grabbed his own dick and covered it with his pre-cum.
"Mine." Jack began to move inside Coll. He removed Jack's hand from Jack's cock and replaced it with his own.
The thrust and resistance in his ass, the tightening and releasing of Jack's fingers on Coll's cock worked their magic in record time. Within minutes Coll experienced the familiar pins and needles that danced over his skin and challenged his tightened muscles to give in and let him come.
As if he knew the fight going on inside Coll—and Coll thought hazily, he probably did—Jack increased his pace. His thrusts became more forceful, almost as if he intended to impale Coll on his dick, to reach his heart, and remind Coll that it was his.
Coll needed no reminding.
"Let it go." Jack panted the words. "Cos, hell, I'm gonna co…o…me… now." He shouted the last word.
It was enough for Coll. With a shout to equal Jack's, he let himself fall over the abyss into sensations of pleasure and fulfillment.
****
Jack squeezed Coll's cock and the last few drops of cum slid out of its opening and onto his fingers. His body heaved, his mind went blank, and his senses throbbed with the emotions that coursed through him. The harsh sounds of their breath mingled, loud in the quiet room.
Coll slid onto the mattress and Jack slumped over him. His cock was loath to leave the warmth of Coll's ass. Eventually Jack stirred himself enough to warn Coll he was pulling out, and then rolled over onto his back. His limp dick rested on his stomach. The condom was now slack and ready to slip off.
"I'm gonna have to move before I fall asleep," he said drowsily as Coll traced circles across with his fingertips across Jack's chest.
"Move, then." Coll didn't stop his tracing.
"Can't, you're playing with my chest hair. Can't make you stop." Jack grinned, and tugged Coll's earlobe. "It's that creativity, and industry. Got to let you give it full reign."
Coll tugged one hair and moved his hand away to wave it above Jack's head. "New creativity to the fore. Hand waving."
Jack rolled his eyes. "You have an answer for everything." The events of the day intruded into his mind and he sighed. "Well,
almost everything." He sat up, pulled a tissue out of the box that lived on his bedside table, and wrapped the now discarded condom into it. "Hold on and I'll get a cloth and towel."
He swung his feet onto the floor, and stood up.
Coll made a production of putting both his hands around his semi-erect dick. "Holding on."
Jack chuckled. "No playing without me."
"Spoilsport," Coll called after him as Jack went into the bathroom.
"Save yourself for round two," Jack advised him.
He did.
****
An hour or so later, they lay sated in each other's arms. The duvet covered their lower bodies and their heads sank deep into the feather pillows.
"Coll?"
"Hmm?" Coll sounded half asleep. "It's your turn."
Jack kissed the nearest part of Coll's anatomy he could reach easily. His nose.
"My turn for what?" he asked, amused.
"Whatever. I have no energy."
"I didn't notice."
"That was then, this is now." Coll turned onto his side and faced Jack. "What's up?" His grey eyes darkened, which was a sure sign he was worried.
Jack had tried to keep his anxiety out of his voice, but he accepted he probably hadn't succeeded.
"My doppelganger. You know, the sod that wants to change my sexuality and do me over. What the fuck is it all about, eh? Why me?"
"Oh, love." Coll kissed Jack hard on the lips, and thrust his tongue into Jack's mouth. Jack welcomed the intrusion, and used his own tongue to encourage and tease. By the time Coll pulled back, they were both panting.
"Hah." Jack took in one long shuddering breath to try and force his lungs to work properly. "I reckon we'd have made a good tape for a heavy breathing phone call then. Let's hope the bastard hasn't bugged the bedroom."
Almost as if those words had been the cue, a mobile phone rang.
It was too much for both of them. They sprang apart like guilty school kids caught making out behind the bike sheds. Staring at one another's faces, they burst out laughing.
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