I...er....wrote some slash...
Daniel had pretty much been tuning Jack out for the last couple of hours as he worked in his back yard. Daniel wasn’t interested one bit in how the Hydrangeas were doing, or if the sprinkler timer needed adjusting; but when he looked up from his book to find Jack mowing the lawn, he had a feeling he might have missed out on something.
Jack’s lawn was perfect. Always lusciously green, even in the height of summer, always neatly trimmed, edged perfectly and Daniel watched in amazement as Jack meticulously mowed in perfectly straight lines up and down his lawn, leaving exactly even stripes of dark and light green in his wake.
Jack stopped at the far end of the yard, once again turning the mower around and lining it up for his next trek back down the garden. Before he moved, he tugged his t-shirt up over his head, wiped his face with it and then slung it over his now-bare shoulder. Daniel’s book fell to the floor, completely forgotten now as his focus firmly fixed on Jack. Oh, he’d definitely been missing out!
As he watched Jack work his breathing became shallow, and when Jack turned his back to him and Daniel could only see the muscles of his back rippling as he worked, and his calves tighten and relax with each slow, methodical step, Daniel almost ran out there and tackled him to the ground. But he didn’t. He sat quietly, and just indulged his most voyeuristic self by watching Jack. It was always much more rewarding to watch Jack when he didn’t know he was being watched; when he was unguarded, at his most natural.
When Jack had finished, he leapt up onto the deck, tossed his t-shirt onto a chair, and pulled a cold beer from the cooler he’d left out there. He smiled at Daniel once, quickly before drawing the bottle to his lips. Daniel’s eyes fixed on his Adam’s apple as Jack drained half of the beer in three big gulps, the muscles and tendons in his neck tightening as he swallowed the cool drink down his throat.
A solitary bead of sweat tracked slowly down Jack’s jugular and before Daniel was aware of what he was doing, he found himself on his feet, pressed against Jack and his tongue darting out to lap up the salty droplet from his sweaty skin.
Daniel’s arms wrapped around his back where his skin was warm from the sun and the exertion, a thin sheen of moisture covering every inch and making it shine a little. There were random blades of grass clinging to Jack, even some in his hair. They kissed lazily at first, the heat making them both a little lethargic despite the tightness in Daniel’s pants, but when Jack’s hand squeezed his cock through his clothes, Daniel was spurred into action, urging Jack to turn around and swiping his tongue along his spine. There was no doubt that Jack was letting Daniel manipulate his body, but Daniel somehow found that hotter than actually being able to overpower Jack. He yanked down the cut-offs he’d been watching for the last hour or so, hearing Jack chuckle at his impatience, but not caring. Daniel pulled off his own t-shirt, pulled down his own shorts and leaned into Jack, revelling in the feel of the back pressed against his chest and the ass pressed against his cock.
Jack braced his hands on the rail of his deck, looking out over his perfect yard and Daniel wondered briefly if he was still thinking about his Hydrangeas. He buried his face between Jack’s shoulder blades, lapping and biting at the sun-kissed flesh, fisted his own cock and drew it to the cleft of Jack’s ass.
He could hear Jack breathing almost as heavily as he was, could see his chest expanding and contracting with each breath. Daniel sucked his fingers into his mouth, covering them with saliva and then quickly slipping his fingers inside Jack, coating as much moisture over the tight hole as he could.
“Jesus Daniel,” Jack hissed out, his hands tightening their grip on the treated wood.
Daniel wasn’t sure if it would be enough, but he slid just the tip of his cock in anyway, groaning at the connection he’d been waiting for. He experimentally shifted his hips, pushing a little further and when Jack moaned and pushed back into him, he figured that was his cue to carry on. He pushed all the way in, between Jack’s relaxed muscles and paused, letting the heat of Jack’s body permeate his own, and he could feel beads of sweat forming on his own forehead.
He fucked Jack slowly, languidly, perfect for this kind of heat, perfect for Sunday in the back yard, and only when they were both too close to hold it off any longer did he speed up. He thrust into Jack quickly, reaching around to grab his cock with one hand, jerking Jack in the same rhythm as he fucked him. Jack came first with a grunt, sticky fluid spilling over Daniel’s hand and dripping down onto the deck, and Daniel followed soon after.
When they were cleaned up, clothes rearranged and Daniel flopped back into his chair, still a little breathless, Jack threw him an amused grin.
“What was that all about?” he asked.
Daniel shrugged, “I like your back yard.”