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away ghosts.
    Then it came, a
slight drop of brow, almost lost under the mass of black wet hair
framing Jack’s face. Eyes were closed, screwed tight shut now,
calling out past fights and struggles, and Gray reached a hand
under Jack’s jaw, knowing this was where life became hard.
    “Me,” he said
quietly as grey eyes flickered open. “You stay with me, stunner.”
Gray pulled him in by the gentle touch on his jaw and kissed him
deep.
    Gray took
control of Jack’s touch on his cock, playing one slow and long
stroke down his shaft as he covered Jack’s hand. Feeling the
thickness and heat through Jack, Gray’s body reacted, his cock
crying out its own need. Ignoring it should have been second
nature, but damn his soul, he’d missed this, this way of Jack’s, to
find and take comfort through innocent play of his body up against
Gray’s. And feeling that slip of hard cock against his hip brought
back a familiarity all of its own that Gray wanted to wrap his soul
around and claim back. From the cries in Jack’s sleep, Vince had
asked him to do this at some point, taking away all of Jack’s peace
and twisting the most basic innocence behind self-exploration under
a Master’s careful eye. And it must have been what broke Jack all
those months ago back in Gray’s bedroom.
    “C’mon,
stunner,” Gray breathed before going in for another, deeper kiss.
His breathing matching Jack’s despite having no touch on his own
cock, Gray took Jack’s shaft harder, faster, feeling every tension,
every build of release as Jack ground his body in so close, hips
now riding the touch as much as the touch rode Jack. “Fucking
c’mon, cariad,” he whispered, the Welsh running off his tongue in
the heat of the moment.
    “Fuck.” Jack
came so quickly, burying a cry in Gray’s shoulder in a bite that
would bore into bone, let alone draw blood. Gray instinctively
grabbed a hold around Jack, one hand seeking his ass, the rough
grip there encouraging Jack to ride the last few ounces of come out
of him, the other threatening roughness down his back.
    “Fuck,”
breathed Jack again, gripping at Gray’s ass and pulling Gray off
the wall, his cock rubbing hard into Gray’s. “Fuck...”
    There was a
moment where Gray felt Jack shift, move to kiss his way down Gray’s
chest, repay the first touch, but Gray stopped him with that hold
under his jaw, keeping him on his feet, then went in for a long
kiss.
    He wanted this.
The taste of his lips, nothing more. There was a time and a place
for sex. This wasn’t it.
    Jack sighed,
easing a nip at Gray’s lip, then traced a run of slow kisses along
Gray’s jaw and nuzzled back into the curve if his throat. Jack
cuddled in close as his heart started to slow. Gray could feel it,
that pounding chasing a normal beat, chasing calm, and Gray stroked
gently at Jack’s ass, happy to stay there as he found it. This...
the hold in the aftermath, this was what life was all about.
    “Where did you
go?” Jack stopped the playful kisses on the curve of Gray’s throat,
now holding on for life. “Those five months away... where the fuck
were you?”
    Gray let his
fingertips skate over toned skin. “Too far from here,” he mumbled
quietly. “Too fucking far from here, stunner.”
    A hand eased
off Gray’s ass to come between them and stroke distractedly at
Gray’s stomach. Jack nipped, occasionally licking at the moisture
on Gray’s throat, then he pulled back slightly and ran a hand over
the stubble making its presence known on Gray’s chin.
    “Keep it,” he
said quietly.
    Gray frowned as
grey eyes searched his. Heat was still there in his cheeks and Jack
offered such a soft smile.
    “Fucking
gorgeous on you, mukka.”
    A kiss brushed
Gray’s lips, then Jack eased the door open. He stopped for a moment
and glanced back. “You sure you’re okay?”
    “Fine now,
stunner.”
    Jack nodded.
“Then we’ll talk, yeah? Maybe about looking at ways to get things
back to normal in the bedroom, if