Fic: 1951 Harley Davidson Panhead.
Title: 1951 Harley Davidson Panhead.
Author: dragonspell
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3248
Genre: Original short story; PWP.
Summary: Jack is the default owner of the Dead Head Bar, a crumbling building in the middle of the desert and, because of that, also the default leader of the local biker gang. And Tommy's the only guy who can see through Jack's bullshit.
Clouds of dust, driven by a harsh wind, danced over the barren desert landscape until crashing into the side of the again roadside bar. The bar, for all its faded gray paint peeling in the sun, still stood as sound as the day it was built-testament to its creator’s skill and determination.
The sun blazing overhead, Jack, default owner of Dead Head Bar and consequently default leader of the local biker gang (both an inheritance from his father), wiped the sweat from his brow. He coughed at the dust and waved it away, pulling the handkerchief tied around his neck up to cover his face. He shifted his body, his jean clad knees grinding against the gravelly dirt, and leaned closer to the old Harley. He tightened his grip on the ratchet but it still refused to turn the bolt. “Shit,” he muttered.
The guys were all gone, their harpies with them, into one of the nearby towns. Jack didn’t particularly care which town his boys were in, or even which direction. Over the past year, he’d spent entirely too much time carousing with them in the bar and for today, he’d asked to be left alone. Birthdays ought to be special.
The panhead cost more than any other piece of junk in Jack’s desert yard, but it was also the most thrashed. Jack knew he shouldn’t even be attempting to fix it-even his father had said the bike was cursed.
With a resounding ping, the entire bolt snapped off, flying towards Jack’s shed. “FUCK!” He threw the ratchet, bouncing it off the broken-down hut he called home and glowered at the bike, his lower lip jutting forward.
Jack shook himself, disgusted, and pulled his lip back in. His father had always said he looked just like his mother when he “pouted” (and didn’t the guys love that comment). His father had also been a complete asshole when Jack was growing up. He reached for the wrench, shifting his attention to the back of the bike. His fingers touched not metal, but flesh, as hands twice the size of his ensnared him.
His boot heel ground into the gravel as Jack turned, real slow, and tilted his head back, squinting in the sunlight. He stared at the sunny giant squatting beside him. “Now, I know that this is going to be good, Tommy,” he said. “’Cause we had a deal.” Tommy stared back, toothy grin and usual vacant expression. “That I got some time to myself on my birthday.”
“Yep,” Tommy said, nodding.
Jack waited. He blinked, twice, and dipped his head to glare at Tommy. “Yep?”
“That’s why you’re out here, Jacky,” Tommy replied, tilting his head so his sandy blond hair curled over his right shoulder.
“Right,” Jack said, “I know that.” Tommy grinned. “Why are you here?”
Tommy furled his brow and sucked on his lower lip as he rolled his brown eyes skyward. “Well, Jacky, I was thinkin’…”
“Oh Lord…” Tommy’s attention snapped back to Earth, his face tightening with hurt. Jack sighed and waved for Tommy to continue. “You were thinking.”
Tommy grinned again and shrugged as he ran his thumb over the top of Jack’s hand. “I was thinkin’ that you’re always comin’ out here to fix these bikes but ain’t none of these bikes ever been fixed.”
Jack glared. “Are you saying I’ll never fix these bikes?”
Tommy shook his head, his curls bouncing. “Noooo,” he said. “I just think that you’re…comin’ at ‘em wrong.”
“What?” Jack squinted and cocked his head.
Tommy shoved his face in Jack’s, big puppy dog eyes and a pink tongue lolling out to lick his lips. “You’re always down, Jacky. When you come out here. Like you’re de-”
“Depressed?” Jack interrupted. “Depressed?! Is that what you’re saying?” He jumped to his feet. “I’m not-”
Tommy gripped Jack’s hand tighter, holding him in place as he shrugged. He squinted from the sun at Jack’s back as he stared up. “Just when you work on the bikes, Jacky.”
“I AM NOT-” Jack stepped back as Tommy stood, intimidated despite himself. Jack squared his shoulders and jutted his chin out. Tommy being over a foot taller than him was still sore point, even after three years. Jack pulled on his trapped hand. “I am not depressed,” he finished.
“They say,” Tommy began, nodding, “that that’s one of the sym…sym…side effects. ‘Denial.’” Tommy grabbed Jack’s free hand, the one that had curled into a fist. “So I’m going to cheer you up!”
“You’re what?” Jack barked.
Tommy released both Jack’s hands and wrapped his arms around Jack’s waist, tossing him over one heavily muscled shoulder.
Jack gaped at the ground. “Put me down!” He twisted in Tommy’s grasp. “Put me down, you cocksucker!”
Tommy patted Jack’s thigh. “Cheer you up, Jacky,” he said, nodding, as he headed for Jack’s shed, long legs eating up the distance.
At the squeak of the wooden door, Jack kicked at the air, his hands fisting in Tommy’s blue T-shirt. “The fuck you are!” he hissed. Jack’s face began to burn at Tommy’s laugh. Motherfucker didn’t even care; just who was supposed to be the big, bad, biker boss here?
The bed nearly collapsed when Jack landed on it. He sputtered and jumped off, ready to fight but Tommy just grinned and gave him a shove, sending him sprawling back onto the sheets. Tommy knelt down on the bed, crawling towards Jack and before he could suppress it, a shudder ran down Jack’s spine and arousal spiked in his belly. Fucking traitorous body; his dick was minutes away from begging for it. Jack growled and scooted back towards the headboard, trying to get his legs off the bed to stand up. Like fuck he was just going to lie there and let Tommy manhandle him.
Tommy grabbed him by his pant leg and hauled him back down, the loose sheets sliding with him as he was forced back under Tommy’s body. Jack sucked in a breath at the feel of Tommy surrounding him and his dick jerked in his pants. No, no, no. He grabbed Tommy’s wrists, intending to use them to topple the big man off the bed and onto the floor.
But Tommy smiled. Not his usual goofy grin, but that predatory smile he put on whenever he finally got Jack underneath him. Jack bit off the embarrassing whimper threatening to voice itself. “Cheer you up, real good…” Tommy whispered and leaned down to kiss Jack.
Jack surged up-completely to protest, he was sure-meeting Tommy half-way and latching on to his lips. He opened his mouth at the swipe of Tommy’s tongue, letting him in, as Tommy’s big hands popped the top button on Jack’s jeans. Christ but his dick was throbbing. Jack growled and reached down to give himself a squeeze, ignoring Tommy’s chuckle. Someone that big and stupid just had no right being a sex god. Jack flipped his hand and cupped Tommy’s crotch instead, watching the green eyes darken. Turn about was fair fucking play.
Tommy licked his lips, “real good, Jacky…” and slid down the bed to nuzzle at Jack’s crotch. Jack sank his teeth in his lower lip to stop a moan and thrust his hips up into Tommy’s face. Tommy buried his nose in the crease of Jack’s hip and breathed deep as his fingers fumbled with Jack’s zipper.
Well, fuck, Jack thought. The guys were all lost somewhere and who was he to turn down a blow job? He striped off his t-shirt-Tommy had a real bad habit of being messy-and sank his right hand into Tommy’s blonde curls. Fuck yeah, he could deal with this and after Tommy “cheered him up” by sucking his brains out, he could go right to the panhead. Ten minutes, tops. He leaned back, enjoying the show as Tommy pushed down his jeans and his underwear, compliantly lifting his hips to help. The jeans slid all the way off Jack’s legs and Jack frowned a bit-when the hell had his boots come off?-but decided in the grand scheme of things, it didn’t matter. An extra minute to pull them back on wouldn’t matter.
Jesus, but it was a good thing he didn’t have to impress Tommy-he was already leaking before Tommy even touched him. When Tommy’s hand encircled the base of Jack’s cock, Jack let his head fall back onto the bed with a moan. “Ah, fuck yeah…” Tommy huffed a laugh and licked a quick stripe up Jack’s cock, making him jerk. “Jesus!”
Tommy’s tongue teased at the slit, lapping up the precome and Jack pushed the side of his face into the bed, biting down on a tuft of sheet and fisting his hands in Tommy’s hair. “Ya taste so good, Jacky,” Tommy said, swiping at Jack’s dick like he was some kind of deranged cat.
Jack yanked on Tommy’s hair, pulling him side ways as much as Tommy would let him. “Don’t fucking tease, you bastard.” Tommy smiled and swallowed him whole.
“Jesus Christ!” Jack shot upwards, curling over Tommy’s head as the guy fucking undulated his tongue against the underside of Jack’s cock. Jack panted, his eyes squeezed shut and threw himself back on the bed with a whine. “Christ, Tommy, Christ, Christ!”
His thigh was twitching uncontrollably when Tommy ran a hand over it and Jack jerked to the side. His dick nearly left the heaven that was Tommy’s mouth and he jerked back, shoving into the wet heat. Tommy’s hand forced Jack’s hips to the bed, keeping them still even as Jack strained upwards, his instincts screaming at him to thrust. With a wet pop, Tommy released Jack’s dick, letting it flop onto Jack’s stomach. Jack gentled his grip on Tommy’s hair as his brain jumpstarted itself. He stroked his hands through Tommy’s curls in soothing pets. “Christ, Tommy, I’m sorry…” He’d probably choked the poor guy. Jack knew that anybody that did that to him would end up bitten so thank God Tommy was so laid back.
Tommy’s laugh was warm, rumbling through his chest. “It’s okay, Jacky,” he said, pulling away for a minute while Jack scrubbed his eyes. “I like it when you get excited.” Jack released a shaky breath and tried to calm his thundering heart. He felt like he’d just survived a war or something…
Tommy came back, nosing at Jack’s cock and giving his little cat-licks again, directly under the head and making Jack twist into an arch. Jack whined, ‘cause pride be damned, and spread his legs wider, trying to coax Tommy into getting back into the business of blowing his damn mind. Tommy flattened his tongue and swiped it over the vein running up Jack’s dick, continuing up to the head to suck Jack back into his mouth. Jack carefully knotted his hands in Tommy’s hair again, trying his best not to hurt and choked out a gasp. When Tommy pushed Jack’s knee up, Jack obediently kept it there, biting his lip as Tommy’s fingers skimmed over Jack’s balls.
Tommy’s fingers were slick and they slid lower, circling his hole. The nerves screamed ‘God, yes!’ but Jack jerked away. “No…” No, no, no-he was not rolling over for Tommy again no matter how fucking good it felt. Couldn’t Tommy just suck him off? That’d be good; he’d like that-a quick wham, bam, thank you ma’am.
But then Tommy hummed around Jack’s cock and Jack forgot what he was protesting. Until that first finger sank in but by then, Jack found he didn’t care so much anymore. For not being the smartest guy in the room, Tommy sure had clever, clever fingers. They always seemed to know what they were doing.
Jack whimpered, unable to choke the sound back as Tommy curled the finger he’d sunk into Jack, pressing into that cluster of nerves. Jack’s dick jumped, already with the program, and Tommy hummed again in pleasure as he licked at the drooling precome.
As Tommy pushed in another finger, Jack carefully removed his hands from Tommy’s hair, one at a time, and reached back to clutch at the sheets and the old headboard. If this continued on the way it usually did, he wasn’t going to be able to control himself in about three minutes.
He groaned at the burn as Tommy stretched him, a third finger joining the others. As Tommy began to thrust them in and out, adding a twist at the end of each upstroke, Jack gritted his teeth and began to push back, unable to stop himself from fucking himself on Tommy’s hand. Christ…
When Tommy leaned toward the bedside stand, the bed tilted with him and Jack gasped, trying to catch his breath. Tommy was going for the lube-Jack knew that. But he also didn’t have it in him to protest. He groaned and rolled onto his hands and knees, panting as Tommy’s fingers twisted inside him with the motion. He buried his face in the sheets, biting at the fabric. Jack knew he wasn’t blushing because 38 year old men didn’t blush but fuck, his face was burning.
Jack groaned. God, he was a cheap whore, wasn’t he? Some of the sluts that frequented the bar put up more of a resistance than he did. Tommy’s hands caressed Jack’s hips, sliding back to cup his ass and, God help him, Jack arched his back and shoved into the touch. Yeah, Tommy… Come and get it… Tommy’s big hands spread Jack and Tommy pushed inside. Jack whimpered and pulled at the corner of fabric in his mouth, chewing on it as he tried to find his self-control.
Don’t you dare beg for it, he growled at himself. Don’t you dare, don’t you dare…
“Yeah, Jackie?” Tommy whispered, leaning over Jack’s back to nuzzle at his ear. Now that he was inside, buried fully with his arms around Jack, he knew that Jack wasn’t going anywhere. He knew it was safe to start talking. Damn the man. “Yeah, you like this?” he asked, thrusting enough to shove Jack a few inches on the bed. Jack moaned and spread his thighs wider. Fuck yeah… “Oh, yeah Jackie, just like that…”
God, but Tommy had to shut up. Jack pressed his face hard against the mattress. Tommy was so dead for this. So fucking dead.
Later.
Tommy’s hands skimmed over Jack’s chest, thumbing over Jack’s nipples before he pulled at Jack, encouraging him to sit up. Jack growled but it ended in a whimper as he settled onto Tommy’s lap, Tommy’s cock sliding in even deeper than before and stretching him wide.
Jack’s hips jerked against his will and Tommy pushed his nose into the crook of Jack’s neck. “You feel so good, Jackie. So good…” Jack moaned and tossed his head, biting his lip because he didn’t trust himself to speak. Tommy breathed him in. “You smell good too…” Tommy’s tongue flickered against Jack’s neck and Jack whined, surging upwards and arching his back. “Yeah…”
Tommy ran his hands down Jack’s sides to grip Jack’s tensed thighs. Enjoying the burn inside his body, Jack rocked against Tommy and Tommy licked his ear in reward. “I want to see you, Jackie.” Jack shuddered and covered Tommy’s hands with his own. No. No, this was good. This was great. Tommy just had to stop talking. “Please, Jackie?” Tommy asked, moving his hands to Jack’s inner thighs and Jack jerked towards him, trying to coax Tommy into touching him.
But Tommy moved away. “I got an idea,” he said and lifted Jack off of him, pulling out. Jack groaned in disappointment but followed Tommy’s lead as the bigger man turned him around. Jack found himself straddling Tommy’s hips, facing him as Tommy slowly lowered himself to the bed. “Yeah…” Tommy sighed and thrust up into Jack, big hands clutching Jack’s hips to keep him still.
Jack gasped, his head jerking backwards.
“Now you look good, too,” Tommy said, coaxing Jack into fucking himself. Jack bit his lip again. Tommy was definitely dead. Tomorrow. He ignored the shameless, slutty whimpers he was helplessly grinding out and focused on the shudders now wracking his body. He wasn’t going to last. At all. Jack leaned back, arms resting against the bed holding himself up. Christ, that felt good. The angle pressed Tommy’s dick in just the right places.
Tommy moved his hands over Jack’s body, his fingers feathering over Jack’s groin. He delicately traced Jack’s cock and Jack surged, shoving into the touch. Oh fuck yes.
“You like that?” Tommy asked. He gripped Jack’s cock tightly and ran a free hand up to smooth over Jack’s belly, tickling through the trail of hair there. Jack didn’t bother to hide his panting. “Can you come? Are you going to come for me, Jackie?”
Jack’s lip throbbed with the pain from his teeth sinking further in and he tossed his head back and forth, trying to fight back, to last, but Tommy thrust up, taking the choice away as he slammed into Jack’s prostate. Jack’s eyes snapped open and he came with a shout, his cock pulsing onto Tommy’s toned stomach.
Tommy gave him a few more strokes, sending aftershocks through Jack’s body before he mercifully let him go, his too clever fingers sliding up Jack’s sides and around to grip his back. Tommy leaned close and licked under Jack’s jaw. “You came all over me, Jackie…” And Christ, had his voice always been that husky? Jack shuddered and closed his eyes.
At Tommy’s urging, Jack leaned backwards, trusting Tommy to support him as the big man bore Jack down to the bed. Tommy nuzzled at Jack’s throat, licking every now and then and Jack couldn’t help himself. He never could around Tommy when he was weak. He purred and pushed his hands into Tommy’s thick hair.
Tommy started thrusting again, panting quietly against Jack’s neck. “Yeah…Yeah, yeah, yeah…”
Jack smiled languidly, letting his limbs move wherever Tommy wanted them, too relaxed to protest, too complacent to move. “Yeah, Tommy…” Jack sighed. “Yeah, yeah, yeah…”
At the echo of his own words coming back at him in Jack’s voice, Tommy kissed Jack’s skin, biting down gently. “Jack…”
Jack sighed contentedly and turned his head to catch Tommy’s mouth, swirling his tongue lazily when Tommy’s lips parted. Jack smiled again. “You gonna come, Tommy?” He asked him, deliberately mimicking Tommy’s earlier question in his own way. “You gonna come?”
Tommy’s breath hissed, a sharp intact as he stared down at Jack, his hands tightening convulsively and his muscles rippling. “Yeah, Jack. Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He shoved forward, his mutters of “yeah, yeah, yeah” growing quicker and less defined with each thrust.
Mmm, Jack thought, looking at the man sweating above. Yeah. That was his. Jack moaned and arched his back, pressing his chest against Tommy’s. Even after he was spent, Tommy still felt good inside him and Jack knew that Tommy was such a sucker for the little wanton moves. He liked appreciative responses and right after having an orgasm, Jack felt relaxed enough to give them to him.
“Jack,” Tommy groaned. He surged forward and came, his dick pulsing inside of Jack.
Jack sighed and carded his hands through Tommy’s golden hair. “Yeah,” he agreed and didn’t complain with all 260 lbs of Tommy collapsed on top of him. Oh, yeah.
Best birthday ever.
Author: dragonspell
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3248
Genre: Original short story; PWP.
Summary: Jack is the default owner of the Dead Head Bar, a crumbling building in the middle of the desert and, because of that, also the default leader of the local biker gang. And Tommy's the only guy who can see through Jack's bullshit.
Clouds of dust, driven by a harsh wind, danced over the barren desert landscape until crashing into the side of the again roadside bar. The bar, for all its faded gray paint peeling in the sun, still stood as sound as the day it was built-testament to its creator’s skill and determination.
The sun blazing overhead, Jack, default owner of Dead Head Bar and consequently default leader of the local biker gang (both an inheritance from his father), wiped the sweat from his brow. He coughed at the dust and waved it away, pulling the handkerchief tied around his neck up to cover his face. He shifted his body, his jean clad knees grinding against the gravelly dirt, and leaned closer to the old Harley. He tightened his grip on the ratchet but it still refused to turn the bolt. “Shit,” he muttered.
The guys were all gone, their harpies with them, into one of the nearby towns. Jack didn’t particularly care which town his boys were in, or even which direction. Over the past year, he’d spent entirely too much time carousing with them in the bar and for today, he’d asked to be left alone. Birthdays ought to be special.
The panhead cost more than any other piece of junk in Jack’s desert yard, but it was also the most thrashed. Jack knew he shouldn’t even be attempting to fix it-even his father had said the bike was cursed.
With a resounding ping, the entire bolt snapped off, flying towards Jack’s shed. “FUCK!” He threw the ratchet, bouncing it off the broken-down hut he called home and glowered at the bike, his lower lip jutting forward.
Jack shook himself, disgusted, and pulled his lip back in. His father had always said he looked just like his mother when he “pouted” (and didn’t the guys love that comment). His father had also been a complete asshole when Jack was growing up. He reached for the wrench, shifting his attention to the back of the bike. His fingers touched not metal, but flesh, as hands twice the size of his ensnared him.
His boot heel ground into the gravel as Jack turned, real slow, and tilted his head back, squinting in the sunlight. He stared at the sunny giant squatting beside him. “Now, I know that this is going to be good, Tommy,” he said. “’Cause we had a deal.” Tommy stared back, toothy grin and usual vacant expression. “That I got some time to myself on my birthday.”
“Yep,” Tommy said, nodding.
Jack waited. He blinked, twice, and dipped his head to glare at Tommy. “Yep?”
“That’s why you’re out here, Jacky,” Tommy replied, tilting his head so his sandy blond hair curled over his right shoulder.
“Right,” Jack said, “I know that.” Tommy grinned. “Why are you here?”
Tommy furled his brow and sucked on his lower lip as he rolled his brown eyes skyward. “Well, Jacky, I was thinkin’…”
“Oh Lord…” Tommy’s attention snapped back to Earth, his face tightening with hurt. Jack sighed and waved for Tommy to continue. “You were thinking.”
Tommy grinned again and shrugged as he ran his thumb over the top of Jack’s hand. “I was thinkin’ that you’re always comin’ out here to fix these bikes but ain’t none of these bikes ever been fixed.”
Jack glared. “Are you saying I’ll never fix these bikes?”
Tommy shook his head, his curls bouncing. “Noooo,” he said. “I just think that you’re…comin’ at ‘em wrong.”
“What?” Jack squinted and cocked his head.
Tommy shoved his face in Jack’s, big puppy dog eyes and a pink tongue lolling out to lick his lips. “You’re always down, Jacky. When you come out here. Like you’re de-”
“Depressed?” Jack interrupted. “Depressed?! Is that what you’re saying?” He jumped to his feet. “I’m not-”
Tommy gripped Jack’s hand tighter, holding him in place as he shrugged. He squinted from the sun at Jack’s back as he stared up. “Just when you work on the bikes, Jacky.”
“I AM NOT-” Jack stepped back as Tommy stood, intimidated despite himself. Jack squared his shoulders and jutted his chin out. Tommy being over a foot taller than him was still sore point, even after three years. Jack pulled on his trapped hand. “I am not depressed,” he finished.
“They say,” Tommy began, nodding, “that that’s one of the sym…sym…side effects. ‘Denial.’” Tommy grabbed Jack’s free hand, the one that had curled into a fist. “So I’m going to cheer you up!”
“You’re what?” Jack barked.
Tommy released both Jack’s hands and wrapped his arms around Jack’s waist, tossing him over one heavily muscled shoulder.
Jack gaped at the ground. “Put me down!” He twisted in Tommy’s grasp. “Put me down, you cocksucker!”
Tommy patted Jack’s thigh. “Cheer you up, Jacky,” he said, nodding, as he headed for Jack’s shed, long legs eating up the distance.
At the squeak of the wooden door, Jack kicked at the air, his hands fisting in Tommy’s blue T-shirt. “The fuck you are!” he hissed. Jack’s face began to burn at Tommy’s laugh. Motherfucker didn’t even care; just who was supposed to be the big, bad, biker boss here?
The bed nearly collapsed when Jack landed on it. He sputtered and jumped off, ready to fight but Tommy just grinned and gave him a shove, sending him sprawling back onto the sheets. Tommy knelt down on the bed, crawling towards Jack and before he could suppress it, a shudder ran down Jack’s spine and arousal spiked in his belly. Fucking traitorous body; his dick was minutes away from begging for it. Jack growled and scooted back towards the headboard, trying to get his legs off the bed to stand up. Like fuck he was just going to lie there and let Tommy manhandle him.
Tommy grabbed him by his pant leg and hauled him back down, the loose sheets sliding with him as he was forced back under Tommy’s body. Jack sucked in a breath at the feel of Tommy surrounding him and his dick jerked in his pants. No, no, no. He grabbed Tommy’s wrists, intending to use them to topple the big man off the bed and onto the floor.
But Tommy smiled. Not his usual goofy grin, but that predatory smile he put on whenever he finally got Jack underneath him. Jack bit off the embarrassing whimper threatening to voice itself. “Cheer you up, real good…” Tommy whispered and leaned down to kiss Jack.
Jack surged up-completely to protest, he was sure-meeting Tommy half-way and latching on to his lips. He opened his mouth at the swipe of Tommy’s tongue, letting him in, as Tommy’s big hands popped the top button on Jack’s jeans. Christ but his dick was throbbing. Jack growled and reached down to give himself a squeeze, ignoring Tommy’s chuckle. Someone that big and stupid just had no right being a sex god. Jack flipped his hand and cupped Tommy’s crotch instead, watching the green eyes darken. Turn about was fair fucking play.
Tommy licked his lips, “real good, Jacky…” and slid down the bed to nuzzle at Jack’s crotch. Jack sank his teeth in his lower lip to stop a moan and thrust his hips up into Tommy’s face. Tommy buried his nose in the crease of Jack’s hip and breathed deep as his fingers fumbled with Jack’s zipper.
Well, fuck, Jack thought. The guys were all lost somewhere and who was he to turn down a blow job? He striped off his t-shirt-Tommy had a real bad habit of being messy-and sank his right hand into Tommy’s blonde curls. Fuck yeah, he could deal with this and after Tommy “cheered him up” by sucking his brains out, he could go right to the panhead. Ten minutes, tops. He leaned back, enjoying the show as Tommy pushed down his jeans and his underwear, compliantly lifting his hips to help. The jeans slid all the way off Jack’s legs and Jack frowned a bit-when the hell had his boots come off?-but decided in the grand scheme of things, it didn’t matter. An extra minute to pull them back on wouldn’t matter.
Jesus, but it was a good thing he didn’t have to impress Tommy-he was already leaking before Tommy even touched him. When Tommy’s hand encircled the base of Jack’s cock, Jack let his head fall back onto the bed with a moan. “Ah, fuck yeah…” Tommy huffed a laugh and licked a quick stripe up Jack’s cock, making him jerk. “Jesus!”
Tommy’s tongue teased at the slit, lapping up the precome and Jack pushed the side of his face into the bed, biting down on a tuft of sheet and fisting his hands in Tommy’s hair. “Ya taste so good, Jacky,” Tommy said, swiping at Jack’s dick like he was some kind of deranged cat.
Jack yanked on Tommy’s hair, pulling him side ways as much as Tommy would let him. “Don’t fucking tease, you bastard.” Tommy smiled and swallowed him whole.
“Jesus Christ!” Jack shot upwards, curling over Tommy’s head as the guy fucking undulated his tongue against the underside of Jack’s cock. Jack panted, his eyes squeezed shut and threw himself back on the bed with a whine. “Christ, Tommy, Christ, Christ!”
His thigh was twitching uncontrollably when Tommy ran a hand over it and Jack jerked to the side. His dick nearly left the heaven that was Tommy’s mouth and he jerked back, shoving into the wet heat. Tommy’s hand forced Jack’s hips to the bed, keeping them still even as Jack strained upwards, his instincts screaming at him to thrust. With a wet pop, Tommy released Jack’s dick, letting it flop onto Jack’s stomach. Jack gentled his grip on Tommy’s hair as his brain jumpstarted itself. He stroked his hands through Tommy’s curls in soothing pets. “Christ, Tommy, I’m sorry…” He’d probably choked the poor guy. Jack knew that anybody that did that to him would end up bitten so thank God Tommy was so laid back.
Tommy’s laugh was warm, rumbling through his chest. “It’s okay, Jacky,” he said, pulling away for a minute while Jack scrubbed his eyes. “I like it when you get excited.” Jack released a shaky breath and tried to calm his thundering heart. He felt like he’d just survived a war or something…
Tommy came back, nosing at Jack’s cock and giving his little cat-licks again, directly under the head and making Jack twist into an arch. Jack whined, ‘cause pride be damned, and spread his legs wider, trying to coax Tommy into getting back into the business of blowing his damn mind. Tommy flattened his tongue and swiped it over the vein running up Jack’s dick, continuing up to the head to suck Jack back into his mouth. Jack carefully knotted his hands in Tommy’s hair again, trying his best not to hurt and choked out a gasp. When Tommy pushed Jack’s knee up, Jack obediently kept it there, biting his lip as Tommy’s fingers skimmed over Jack’s balls.
Tommy’s fingers were slick and they slid lower, circling his hole. The nerves screamed ‘God, yes!’ but Jack jerked away. “No…” No, no, no-he was not rolling over for Tommy again no matter how fucking good it felt. Couldn’t Tommy just suck him off? That’d be good; he’d like that-a quick wham, bam, thank you ma’am.
But then Tommy hummed around Jack’s cock and Jack forgot what he was protesting. Until that first finger sank in but by then, Jack found he didn’t care so much anymore. For not being the smartest guy in the room, Tommy sure had clever, clever fingers. They always seemed to know what they were doing.
Jack whimpered, unable to choke the sound back as Tommy curled the finger he’d sunk into Jack, pressing into that cluster of nerves. Jack’s dick jumped, already with the program, and Tommy hummed again in pleasure as he licked at the drooling precome.
As Tommy pushed in another finger, Jack carefully removed his hands from Tommy’s hair, one at a time, and reached back to clutch at the sheets and the old headboard. If this continued on the way it usually did, he wasn’t going to be able to control himself in about three minutes.
He groaned at the burn as Tommy stretched him, a third finger joining the others. As Tommy began to thrust them in and out, adding a twist at the end of each upstroke, Jack gritted his teeth and began to push back, unable to stop himself from fucking himself on Tommy’s hand. Christ…
When Tommy leaned toward the bedside stand, the bed tilted with him and Jack gasped, trying to catch his breath. Tommy was going for the lube-Jack knew that. But he also didn’t have it in him to protest. He groaned and rolled onto his hands and knees, panting as Tommy’s fingers twisted inside him with the motion. He buried his face in the sheets, biting at the fabric. Jack knew he wasn’t blushing because 38 year old men didn’t blush but fuck, his face was burning.
Jack groaned. God, he was a cheap whore, wasn’t he? Some of the sluts that frequented the bar put up more of a resistance than he did. Tommy’s hands caressed Jack’s hips, sliding back to cup his ass and, God help him, Jack arched his back and shoved into the touch. Yeah, Tommy… Come and get it… Tommy’s big hands spread Jack and Tommy pushed inside. Jack whimpered and pulled at the corner of fabric in his mouth, chewing on it as he tried to find his self-control.
Don’t you dare beg for it, he growled at himself. Don’t you dare, don’t you dare…
“Yeah, Jackie?” Tommy whispered, leaning over Jack’s back to nuzzle at his ear. Now that he was inside, buried fully with his arms around Jack, he knew that Jack wasn’t going anywhere. He knew it was safe to start talking. Damn the man. “Yeah, you like this?” he asked, thrusting enough to shove Jack a few inches on the bed. Jack moaned and spread his thighs wider. Fuck yeah… “Oh, yeah Jackie, just like that…”
God, but Tommy had to shut up. Jack pressed his face hard against the mattress. Tommy was so dead for this. So fucking dead.
Later.
Tommy’s hands skimmed over Jack’s chest, thumbing over Jack’s nipples before he pulled at Jack, encouraging him to sit up. Jack growled but it ended in a whimper as he settled onto Tommy’s lap, Tommy’s cock sliding in even deeper than before and stretching him wide.
Jack’s hips jerked against his will and Tommy pushed his nose into the crook of Jack’s neck. “You feel so good, Jackie. So good…” Jack moaned and tossed his head, biting his lip because he didn’t trust himself to speak. Tommy breathed him in. “You smell good too…” Tommy’s tongue flickered against Jack’s neck and Jack whined, surging upwards and arching his back. “Yeah…”
Tommy ran his hands down Jack’s sides to grip Jack’s tensed thighs. Enjoying the burn inside his body, Jack rocked against Tommy and Tommy licked his ear in reward. “I want to see you, Jackie.” Jack shuddered and covered Tommy’s hands with his own. No. No, this was good. This was great. Tommy just had to stop talking. “Please, Jackie?” Tommy asked, moving his hands to Jack’s inner thighs and Jack jerked towards him, trying to coax Tommy into touching him.
But Tommy moved away. “I got an idea,” he said and lifted Jack off of him, pulling out. Jack groaned in disappointment but followed Tommy’s lead as the bigger man turned him around. Jack found himself straddling Tommy’s hips, facing him as Tommy slowly lowered himself to the bed. “Yeah…” Tommy sighed and thrust up into Jack, big hands clutching Jack’s hips to keep him still.
Jack gasped, his head jerking backwards.
“Now you look good, too,” Tommy said, coaxing Jack into fucking himself. Jack bit his lip again. Tommy was definitely dead. Tomorrow. He ignored the shameless, slutty whimpers he was helplessly grinding out and focused on the shudders now wracking his body. He wasn’t going to last. At all. Jack leaned back, arms resting against the bed holding himself up. Christ, that felt good. The angle pressed Tommy’s dick in just the right places.
Tommy moved his hands over Jack’s body, his fingers feathering over Jack’s groin. He delicately traced Jack’s cock and Jack surged, shoving into the touch. Oh fuck yes.
“You like that?” Tommy asked. He gripped Jack’s cock tightly and ran a free hand up to smooth over Jack’s belly, tickling through the trail of hair there. Jack didn’t bother to hide his panting. “Can you come? Are you going to come for me, Jackie?”
Jack’s lip throbbed with the pain from his teeth sinking further in and he tossed his head back and forth, trying to fight back, to last, but Tommy thrust up, taking the choice away as he slammed into Jack’s prostate. Jack’s eyes snapped open and he came with a shout, his cock pulsing onto Tommy’s toned stomach.
Tommy gave him a few more strokes, sending aftershocks through Jack’s body before he mercifully let him go, his too clever fingers sliding up Jack’s sides and around to grip his back. Tommy leaned close and licked under Jack’s jaw. “You came all over me, Jackie…” And Christ, had his voice always been that husky? Jack shuddered and closed his eyes.
At Tommy’s urging, Jack leaned backwards, trusting Tommy to support him as the big man bore Jack down to the bed. Tommy nuzzled at Jack’s throat, licking every now and then and Jack couldn’t help himself. He never could around Tommy when he was weak. He purred and pushed his hands into Tommy’s thick hair.
Tommy started thrusting again, panting quietly against Jack’s neck. “Yeah…Yeah, yeah, yeah…”
Jack smiled languidly, letting his limbs move wherever Tommy wanted them, too relaxed to protest, too complacent to move. “Yeah, Tommy…” Jack sighed. “Yeah, yeah, yeah…”
At the echo of his own words coming back at him in Jack’s voice, Tommy kissed Jack’s skin, biting down gently. “Jack…”
Jack sighed contentedly and turned his head to catch Tommy’s mouth, swirling his tongue lazily when Tommy’s lips parted. Jack smiled again. “You gonna come, Tommy?” He asked him, deliberately mimicking Tommy’s earlier question in his own way. “You gonna come?”
Tommy’s breath hissed, a sharp intact as he stared down at Jack, his hands tightening convulsively and his muscles rippling. “Yeah, Jack. Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He shoved forward, his mutters of “yeah, yeah, yeah” growing quicker and less defined with each thrust.
Mmm, Jack thought, looking at the man sweating above. Yeah. That was his. Jack moaned and arched his back, pressing his chest against Tommy’s. Even after he was spent, Tommy still felt good inside him and Jack knew that Tommy was such a sucker for the little wanton moves. He liked appreciative responses and right after having an orgasm, Jack felt relaxed enough to give them to him.
“Jack,” Tommy groaned. He surged forward and came, his dick pulsing inside of Jack.
Jack sighed and carded his hands through Tommy’s golden hair. “Yeah,” he agreed and didn’t complain with all 260 lbs of Tommy collapsed on top of him. Oh, yeah.
Best birthday ever.