Ed dragged his hands to the sides of Jack’s head, thumb catching a stray tear. Jack swatted the rest leaking down his face. “I’m not usually this crazy, really. It just hurts sometimes, you know?”
“I don’t know, but I understand.”
Jack looked at him through blurred vision. “Do you think I should man up and get over it?”
Ed crushed him close, pressing hard lips against Jack’s eyebrow. “No, but….”
Jack stiffened.
“I think it would help if you talk about it more. Share your burden with the people who care about you so they can help you. It doesn’t have to be me. But I’m so touched you’re opening up and letting me hold you.”
Jack joined their fingers and lowered them to his thigh, and Ed snuggled in close and bumped their noses, their tangling breaths making a warm cocoon.
“I’m sorry I can’t take back what happened,” Ed said. “But I’ll never think less of you for missing your parents.”
“All these breakdowns, though…. That isn’t what you signed up for.”
Ed gently pushed Jack onto his back and straddled his midsection. He drifted sweet kisses over Jack’s chest, ring, throat, and lips. “Life sucks sometimes. When Dad lost his job, it was bad. For the first time in my life, I saw him scared. I think part of it was he thought he let us down. As if the company going bankrupt was his fault. We did what people who care for each other do—we were there to support him and let him know it would be okay. It happens to all of us.”
Ed rested his weight on Jack, and the closeness set his heart racing. He brushed a bit of hair off Jack’s forehead and kissed the skin underneath. “You are strong, Jack. You lost a lot, but you never stopped being who you are. I look at you and wish I were that strong. That I didn’t care about what others think. You inspire me. You make me hope.”
Tenderness seeped through Jack’s body. “I do all that?”
Ed combed a kiss over Jack’s lips. “You do.”
Jack chased after Ed’s mouth and kissed him again. The tips of their tongues met with a shock of electricity, and Jack needed more. He wrapped his arms around Ed and threw a leg over his thigh, locking them together. Their cocks swelled again, and Jack tilted his hips, baring his throat for Ed to suck. “You feel good against me, Eddy.”
Ed’s lips twitched into a smile under his ear. “Just good?”
A laugh breezed out of Jack, followed by a sharp surge of lust as Ed took both their cocks in his hand and squeezed. “Amazing. Incredible. The best.”
Ed nibbled the curve of Jack’s shoulder. “Better.” He let go of them, eased Jack’s thighs apart, and slipped between them. Ed kissed the crease at the back of Jack’s knee and inhaled sharply as he dragged his nose over the inner side of his thigh. Jack moaned as Ed suckled his sac.
A devilish dart of his tongue hit his perineum.
“Did I torture you this badly?”
“Worse.” Ed’s chuckle touched the million nerve endings at his entrance. Jack pinched the tight bedding so he wouldn’t grab his cock and come in three short strokes.
Ed read his desperation, reached for the small bag of supplies, and procured lube and a condom.
He made hurried work covering himself up. Wet fingers gently worked Jack open. Too gently. It had him throwing an arm over his mouth and pinching his skin with his teeth to calm down.
Ed freed Jack’s arm and knotted his hands to the bedspread above his head.
A hungry wet kiss slapped his lips, and Jack lifted his thighs, tilting himself for better access. His cock twitched as Ed gripped his shaft and positioned it against him.
Their eyes met as Ed pressed inside him. The first inch burned, his ass clamping against the intrusion. Then Ed slid his hand over Jack’s shaft and Jack was lost to sensation. Ed sank into him slowly, stretching, filling him. The twang of pain subsided, and Ed’s eyes rolled back and his moan vibrated through his whole body.
Jack rocked his hips, ass clamping around Ed, making him grunt. “Keep doing that and this won’t last long.”
At this rate, Jack wouldn’t either.
Ed dipped down and licked over the nub of his nipple. Ed rocked, first in short strokes, growing until he was pulling all the way out before thrusting back into him. Through lidded eyes, Jack rode Ed’s passion. Loving every spear into him, the way Ed’s muscles strained, head thrown back, mad in his need for Jack.
He pulled out with a moan, hands steering Jack onto his side. Ed settled himself behind him, clasping Jack against him. Teeth grazed over the back curve of his shoulder. Jack angled his legs as they worked this new position. Ed’s cock slid through his ass crack and on the second sweep reentered Jack, making him moan.
Ed kissed his neck, slowing his strokes, hand tightening on Jack’s hip with every upward thrust. “You turn me on so goddamn much.”
Jack strained his toes over the bedspread as delicious pressure built up every time Ed rubbed his prostate. Jack pushed back against Ed’s body, hungry for more. He clasped a hand to his leaking cock and twisted his head, demanding Ed’s mouth.
The kiss was all lips, tongue, teeth, and ragged panting. Then Ed’s hand nudged Jack’s away as he took over working his cock in an agonizing slow rhythm. “Faster, Ed. I’m right there.”
Ed shifted, hips and cock drumming into Jack faster and harder. Their skin slapped, the mattress groaned, the headboard tapped against the wall, and it was all background noise to Ed’s satisfied grunts echoing his own.
“My boyfriend,” Ed said in his ear, and the word thrust another layer of intensity into the moment. It should be impossible that sex with Ed felt this good, this comfortable, this heated.
“Your boyfriend.”
“Only me,” Ed said again, and Jack’s orgasm pounded into him and he cried out, ass clenching with the force of it. Shot after shot burst out of him and into Ed’s cupped palm.
Ed plunged deep inside of him and stilled, cock pulsing as he filled the condom. “Please don’t go with anyone else.”
In the morning, Jack woke, searching the bed for Ed. He cracked one eye open and found his boyfriend staring down at him, smiling.
“Time to wake up, sleepyhead, checkout is at noon.”
Jack blinked the cheap motel room into focus, the one they’d taken in the heat of the moment last night. They’d been up most of the night, and their clothes were a testament to how hot they’d been together: a messy trail leading from the door to the bed. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. “What time is it?”
“Eleven thirty.”
Jack leaped out of bed. “Shit. I promised Marcus I’d go with him to pick up our tuxes for Saturday. Wait, shouldn’t you be at work?”
Ed winked at him. “I called in sick. Something I never do, so they didn’t blink twice.”
That took an edge off the panic. Jack took off the ring around his neck, handing it to Ed instead of leaving it on the sink. Ed smiled as he gripped it, and Jack jumped into the shower while the jets still sprayed cold water. He danced under an icy wake-up call, howling at the shock.
Ed followed him inside the small bathroom. “Just how late are you?”
Jack grinned at the leer. “Damn. Very late.” He grabbed the flowery soap and started scrubbing in the slowly warming water. “Hold that thought for the next time?”