for running with the exchange of breath, for missing this,
and in that instant took Jack’s mouth just as hard, just as rough,
bodies so tightly pressed together that Jack’s hard-on dug into his
thigh with every slight grind of hip off them both.
Dangerous
ground, Gray knew that, and it would be so easy to fall, to push
Jack up against the wall, pin his hands above his head, fuck him
until he cried loud enough to stir life into Jan... but instead
Gray calmed, pulled out of the kiss. “Jack—”
“Gray. I miss
the fuck out of the way we touch, full on. Heat and chain.” A brush
of hand came at Gray’s jaw, followed by a soft nip of teeth on lip
that caught all of Gray’s attention. Then Jack looked down his
body, tracing the reaction of his own heat and running the back of
his hand down his own cock, just once. “Fuck. Talk to me, Gray....”
He shivered. “Talk to me about BDSM. About ways to get back to
touching your life, mukka. To touching you.”
Gray frowned.
Jack changed from that one stroke to a gentle grip down his cock,
and the frowned heat about him had Gray stroking at Jack’s side, to
calm, to cool him down. He had every look of needing to be fucked,
of missing being fucked in old ways, but—
“Have you
touched yourself yet?” he breathed against Jack’s ear, although he
knew the answer already.
Jack choked a
soft smile, a blush, and it hurt to see this awkwardness at such a
simple question. “I play.” His look said just that. “But it’s
alone, it’s... it’s... alone.”
“And Jan?” Jack
had found it hard, but Jan...? “Has he played alone yet?”
Jack shrugged,
and Gray caught the fall of his shoulders. “He...” Jack came in,
kissing at Gray’s shoulder, nibbling. “He shakes every time I go
near him. I don’t know if he’s wondering who’s touching him... me
or Martin.”
“Easy.” This
time Gray kissed at his neck, adding a harder bite. “And you think
you’re ready to talk about getting back into BDSM, stunner? You
think Jan’s ready to see you back in the BDSM lifestyle, knowing
that?” Gray had sworn not to interfere on Halliday’s psychological
evaluation of them both. Records and sessions were kept private, no
matter how deep the temptation. They all talked when they needed
to, not because they had to.
“He had no
question over coming back here to you, Gray,” breathed Jack, his
hand coming up Gray’s neck, his head tilting more, wanting the kiss
at his throat to turn into something... more. “I think he knows it
will happen eventually. And me... I’m so fucking tired of fighting
this heat. I need us; what we are to each other.”
Gray screwed
his eyes shut, controlling his breathing, but refusing to run with
Jack a little more even though his bite was almost hard enough to
mark Jack’s throat now.
Jack sighed,
body relaxing into the rougher touch. Maybe he was ready to talk,
to at least look at ways to coax mind and body into play,
but....
Jack had found
it hard just to come into the shower and be seen. The gap between
concept and the reality of what he wanted seemed so far apart, and
Gray still felt the cuts and bruises from the last time he’d tried
to put a pair of handcuffs on Jack. There were ways to calm and
care for a sub, to help lessen the width of the steps he wanted to
take, but....
Gray pulled
away a touch.
“You’re scared
too, mukka,” Jack breathed quietly again, and this time Gray felt a
hand slip between them. “I know what I’ve done.” Jack pressed his
cock flat against Gray’s hip and rode a few strokes. “You’re hiding
from me too.”
Now Gray eased
back for a different reason, watching every line on Jack’s face,
every change in emotion as Jack found solace in very old
habits.
Breathing was
heavy, Jack’s hips dipping, curving, his cock riding Gray’s hip and
leaving a wetness there of its own that had Gray wanting to cry out
and encourage. But he stayed back, kept quiet, and just let Jack
use him to chase
and in that instant took Jack’s mouth just as hard, just as rough,
bodies so tightly pressed together that Jack’s hard-on dug into his
thigh with every slight grind of hip off them both.
Dangerous
ground, Gray knew that, and it would be so easy to fall, to push
Jack up against the wall, pin his hands above his head, fuck him
until he cried loud enough to stir life into Jan... but instead
Gray calmed, pulled out of the kiss. “Jack—”
“Gray. I miss
the fuck out of the way we touch, full on. Heat and chain.” A brush
of hand came at Gray’s jaw, followed by a soft nip of teeth on lip
that caught all of Gray’s attention. Then Jack looked down his
body, tracing the reaction of his own heat and running the back of
his hand down his own cock, just once. “Fuck. Talk to me, Gray....”
He shivered. “Talk to me about BDSM. About ways to get back to
touching your life, mukka. To touching you.”
Gray frowned.
Jack changed from that one stroke to a gentle grip down his cock,
and the frowned heat about him had Gray stroking at Jack’s side, to
calm, to cool him down. He had every look of needing to be fucked,
of missing being fucked in old ways, but—
“Have you
touched yourself yet?” he breathed against Jack’s ear, although he
knew the answer already.
Jack choked a
soft smile, a blush, and it hurt to see this awkwardness at such a
simple question. “I play.” His look said just that. “But it’s
alone, it’s... it’s... alone.”
“And Jan?” Jack
had found it hard, but Jan...? “Has he played alone yet?”
Jack shrugged,
and Gray caught the fall of his shoulders. “He...” Jack came in,
kissing at Gray’s shoulder, nibbling. “He shakes every time I go
near him. I don’t know if he’s wondering who’s touching him... me
or Martin.”
“Easy.” This
time Gray kissed at his neck, adding a harder bite. “And you think
you’re ready to talk about getting back into BDSM, stunner? You
think Jan’s ready to see you back in the BDSM lifestyle, knowing
that?” Gray had sworn not to interfere on Halliday’s psychological
evaluation of them both. Records and sessions were kept private, no
matter how deep the temptation. They all talked when they needed
to, not because they had to.
“He had no
question over coming back here to you, Gray,” breathed Jack, his
hand coming up Gray’s neck, his head tilting more, wanting the kiss
at his throat to turn into something... more. “I think he knows it
will happen eventually. And me... I’m so fucking tired of fighting
this heat. I need us; what we are to each other.”
Gray screwed
his eyes shut, controlling his breathing, but refusing to run with
Jack a little more even though his bite was almost hard enough to
mark Jack’s throat now.
Jack sighed,
body relaxing into the rougher touch. Maybe he was ready to talk,
to at least look at ways to coax mind and body into play,
but....
Jack had found
it hard just to come into the shower and be seen. The gap between
concept and the reality of what he wanted seemed so far apart, and
Gray still felt the cuts and bruises from the last time he’d tried
to put a pair of handcuffs on Jack. There were ways to calm and
care for a sub, to help lessen the width of the steps he wanted to
take, but....
Gray pulled
away a touch.
“You’re scared
too, mukka,” Jack breathed quietly again, and this time Gray felt a
hand slip between them. “I know what I’ve done.” Jack pressed his
cock flat against Gray’s hip and rode a few strokes. “You’re hiding
from me too.”
Now Gray eased
back for a different reason, watching every line on Jack’s face,
every change in emotion as Jack found solace in very old
habits.
Breathing was
heavy, Jack’s hips dipping, curving, his cock riding Gray’s hip and
leaving a wetness there of its own that had Gray wanting to cry out
and encourage. But he stayed back, kept quiet, and just let Jack
use him to chase
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