Improving the Truth - Part 2 - David/Jack
Continued from Part 1 - http://druis.livejournal.com/2463.html#cutid1
When they started getting dirty looks from the waiters they split the check and left, hopping a trolley to Queens and the Jacobs apartment. After a flurry of hugs and handshakes, a slightly-awkward kiss on the cheek from Sarah, and a scolding for missing dinner, they went out into the cold again. Another trolley ride and they were stamping the snow off their boots outside the door of Denton’s flat.
David shivered as he knelt to light the stove while Jack did the same for the fireplace.
“Nice digs.”
“You’ve been here before.”
“Yeah, but I was kinda preoccupied.” Jack glanced into the bedroom where David’s bag sat by the large bed, then pulled a dustsheet off a glass-fronted cabinet. “Here. This’ll warm us up.”
David turned to see Jack with a mischievous look and a bottle of pricey-looking whiskey.
“Jack, I don’t-“
“Relax, Dave. It’s already open. You really think Denton’ll mind if we have a few belts?”
“Probably not.”
“So find us a couple of glasses.”
Two hours later David was lightheaded with more than just whiskey. He and Jack had started out on opposite ends of the couch but with every joke, every good-natured shove, every anecdote, they had moved closer together until Jack sat sideways with his knee pressed against David’s hip. He’s just being Jack, David thought. Jack’s always been a toucher. Still, he felt giddy with the contact.
“So there’s Specs, bareass naked, tryin’ to hide behind the washtub, yellin’ at Skittery to toss him his pants while Mrs. Schumacher’s throwin’ bagels and callin’ him filthy names in German.”
David laughed out loud, leaning slightly into Jack. “What was Skittery doing?”
“You kidding? Skittery was laughin’ like a loon, enjoying the view.”
David’s pleasant tipsiness evaporated in a rush. His smile faltered. “What do you mean?”
Jack’s mood seemed to shift as well. “You didn’t know about Skittery?”
“No.”
“He’s queer. Sometimes, anyway.” Jack laughed again, but it sounded nervous. “I think Skittery’ll jump on anything movin,’ to tell the truth.”
David’s heart thumped and his swirling brain tried to focus. “How… um … how do you know?”
Jack stirred on the couch and his knee moved away from David. “Caught him foolin’ with some guy once.”
David was silent.
“No big deal, I guess. Skittery’s a good guy.”
“Yeah. No big deal.”
Jack looked at him. “You ever meet anyone like that up at your fancy school?”
David drained his glass and leaned forward to get the bottle off the floor. He poured carefully. “Sure. I met a few.” The entire left side of his face prickled, so heavy were Jack’s eyes on him. He didn’t look.
“Anybody ever make a pass at you?”
David turned his face to the opposite side of the room. He looked at the exact spot where he had stood when Denton kissed him. He swallowed more whiskey and felt it rush straight to his foggy brain.
“Dave.”
David turned back and looked at Jack.
Jack swallowed. “One night I was with Skittery. We had a few drinks. Wasn’t too long after I split up with … someone and I was feelin’ pretty lousy.”
David stared and didn’t speak.
“I was pretty drunk. He sort of … helped me out.”
“What did he do?” Some distant, agitated part of David was amazed at how calm he sounded.
“He … uh … kind of gave me a hand.”
“Oh.”
“He said somethin’ about you.”
David stiffened and he spoke sharply. “What?”
“He said somethin’ like, ‘Dave’d be jealous.’” Jack kept his eyes fixed on David’s while David tried to control his breathing. “I wasn’t sure I remembered that right. I was really drunk, you know?”
He seemed to be finished talking but he didn’t look away. They sat and stared for a long minute.
Then David leaned forward, not giving himself time to think, and kissed Jack squarely on the mouth.
For a moment it was a replay of that first moment with Denton. Jack froze, seemed genuinely startled, and David pulled back, feeling sick, ready to apologize, blame the liquor, anything. Then Jack leaned forward too, chased David’s mouth with his own. They kissed carefully, as if something fragile hovered between them, until Jack brushed his tongue against David’s lower lip.
David groaned and let his jaw go slack, allowing Jack’s tongue to slide briefly between his lips. He let go of his glass, feeling the last ounce of whiskey wet his trousers, and tilted his head awkwardly to keep his mouth pressed to Jack’s while he twisted his body, getting a knee under himself and moving until he was braced with one hand on the couch back and the other in Jack’s hair.
Jack seemed startled again at David’s aggression, but smiled into the kiss. He ran his hand from David’s knee up to his hip and slid down the couch a bit. David followed him down until he was sprawled half on top of Jack with his foot braced on the floor. Their tongues slipped over and around each other and David moaned softly into Jack’s mouth, although he didn’t mean to. Jack broke away.
“So I guess you’re jealous, huh?” He panted as he spoke and his hand wandered from David’s hip up over his back.
“I’m either going to punch Skittery or kiss him.”
Jack’s voice had a growl to it. “Don’t kiss him.” He pulled David down and they kissed some more until David’s leg started to ache from holding all his weight. He rolled down onto the floor, pulling Jack with him. Jack laughed and David grunted as they landed in a heap on the carpet, barely managing to not knock over the whiskey bottle. Now Jack lay on top and he stopped laughing as the bulge in his trousers pressed intimately against David’s.
Jack grinned uncertainly. “I don’t really know what to do.”
“What would you do if I were a girl?”
“Probably I’d kiss your bosoms.”
“Okay. Go ahead.” Jack’s eyes widened and then the laughter burst from both of them and David pulled Jack down to kiss him again, still laughing. Jack began to pull at the buttons of David’s shirt, and David squirmed to get his arms free of it. He sat up, causing Jack to sit back on his heels, and skinned his undershirt off in one motion. Before his face was clear he felt hands on his chest and pulled the cotton away from his eyes just in time to see Jack bend and kiss his nipple. David felt his insides tighten far more than such a simple caress warranted and he tossed his undershirt aside and pulled Jack’s mouth against his chest.
Jack licked and sucked his way from one side to the other, dampening David’s skin. David was suddenly unbearably impatient and tugged at Jack’s clothing. He pulled his shirt free of his trousers and up his back. Jack moved back long enough to yank it up over his head and came down on top of David again to take his mouth once more.
David moaned at the warm expanse of bare skin covering his own. He spread his legs so Jack could lie between them and Jack gasped into the kiss and his hips jerked and he rubbed his erection urgently against David’s. The wool trousers were hot and scratchy and confining and David reached down to open his fly.
Jack stilled abruptly and David did as well.
David felt suddenly uncertain. They stopped kissing and Jack pushed up onto his knees. They both breathed heavily.
David swallowed. “Do you want …” He met Jack’s eyes, even though he wanted to look away. “If you want, we can …”
Jack gave him a slow grin. “Yeah.” He gripped the back of David’s neck and pulled him into a quick, hard kiss. “Want to move into the bedroom?”
David grinned back at him. “Yeah.” He let Jack pull him to his feet. “Meet you there in a minute.”
He went into the kitchen and started opening cupboards, trying to find what he needed in the dark.
“Dave?”
He turned and saw Jack in the doorway across the dimly-lit kitchen. Jack’s eyes dropped to the bottle of cooking oil and he grabbed David’s hand and dragged him down the hallway.
The dark, chill air of the bedroom sent prickles of gooseflesh up David’s legs and back as he skinned off his trousers and socks, but his erection didn’t flag as he watched Jack strip as well. Jack swept back the covers and David climbed into the bed. The sheets were icy and David reached eagerly for the shivering warmth of Jack’s skin.
Jack lay on top and David gasped at the heat covering him and the cold of the bed beneath. He swept his hands down Jack’s ribs to curve over his backside and pulled. Now it was Jack’s turn to gasp as his hips rocked into David’s and his shaft slid hotly against its twin.
David rolled them and sat up, straddling Jack’s thighs.
Jack grinned up at him. “So you wanted this right from the beginning, huh?”
“Didn’t know what I wanted, really.” He kneaded Jack’s chest. “Truth is, I wouldn’t have known what to do with you back then if I had you.” His voice was rather breathless.
“But you know what to do now?” Jack scraped his fingernails lightly down David’s thighs. “So who did you meet up at that fancy school? Should I be jealous?”
“Don’t be jealous,” David smirked, sliding back a bit. “Be grateful.” He bent and took Jack’s hard shaft into his mouth.
“Christ!” Jack’s hips tried to buck but David pinned him down with one forearm and held the shaft in a loose grip with his other hand as he sucked wetly at the head, running his tongue around the smooth dome, lapping the droplets of salt that formed there. Jack groaned and cursed above him and he clutched painfully-tight handfuls of David’s hair.
David bobbed his head, wetting the shaft and sucking hard. Over and over, keeping the suction even. Each time he pulled up he fluttered his tongue against Jack’s weeping slit and slid down again, deeper and deeper until he managed to take nearly the whole length into his mouth. Jack was making desperate noises over his head and tugging at his hair before he pulled off slowly with a final lick.
Jack was gasping and a fine sheen of sweat covered his skin.
David reached for the oil.
He poured a small amount on his fingers and reached back. Jack’s eyes widened and he swallowed. David pushed his slick fingers inside and sighed. He worked himself open as Jack squirmed beneath him.
David then took Jack’s erection in his slick hand, coating it with oil, and moved forward on his knees. But before he could position himself Jack pushed him up and over, onto his back.
“Like this,” Jack said, panting, and pushed David’s thighs apart. “Will it work like this?”
“Yeah, here …” David pulled one knee up high and reached down to guide him. “Just-”
His words cut off with a gasp and Jack gasped too as his cock pushed past the tight ring of muscle into David’s body.
David squeezed his eyes shut and whispered, “Slow.”
Jack stilled. “Does it hurt?” His voice was strained and taut.
“A little. It’s okay.” He breathed deeply and felt the pain ease and opened his eyes. “It’s okay. Push again.”
Jack pushed slowly until he was fully inside. “Jesus Christ.” His jaw clenched and he shuddered once, violently.
David smiled breathlessly at him. “You okay?”
“God, that’s tight.”
David laughed a bit and nodded. Jack stretched him open, the whole hard length of him squeezed inside the heat of David’s body. David squirmed, a bit impatient.
Jack nudged his hips forward and his eyes locked with David’s. He pushed again and moaned a little. The muscles of David’s channel clutched at him each time he withdrew, releasing him only reluctantly. Jack’s thrusts quickened and the bed creaked beneath them as the slide of each thrust became easier and they settled into a steady rhythm to mingled gasps and moans.
David groaned loudly when Jack’s cock struck that place inside him and sparks of pleasure buzzed up his spine. He clutched at Jack’s neck and pulled him down. Jack kissed him fiercely, grunting with each hard thrust and curved his arms up behind David to grip his shoulders from behind. Their bodies pressed and rocked together and David groaned again into the kiss as the damp skin of Jack’s belly stroked up and down his stiff shaft. He spread wider and hooked one leg over Jack’s hip. Heat coiled low in his belly.
Jack struck David’s sensitive gland again and again and David wrenched free of the kiss to cry out as his body convulsed. He balanced precariously on the edge of his climax and Jack’s thrusts became rough and desperate. Jack buried his face in David’s neck and David felt the heat of his breath and the rapid slide of hot skin along his swollen shaft. The bed creaked and jounced furiously. Then teeth fastened on the skin of his neck and his spine stiffened and a strangled shout forced itself from his throat as ecstasy spilled through his body.
He rode the top of the wave as Jack continued to pound into him, his muscles continuing to clench and spasm. Jack’s hips snapped forcefully and his cock clipped that spot again and David twisted frantically as the bliss crackling through his muscles and nerves magnified once more and he gasped, “Please,” not knowing what he was asking for.
Jack said, “David,” through clenched teeth and the name ended in a long groan he emptied himself into the tight channel. David cried out once more at the flood of heat and collapsed back into the damp sheets.
Jack ground his hips inward, breathing hard, until he sagged into a boneless weight, pressing David down into the bed.
David turned his face into the sweaty curve of Jack’s neck and grunted in weary contentment. Jack was still buried within him and he remained still, unwilling to give up that feeling of fullness just yet. Jack’s breathing was ragged and David ran a hand over his back and breathed with him.
After a long minute, Jack mumbled into David’s ear, “Am I too heavy?”
“Not yet.”
Jack shifted slightly and propped himself up on his elbows and David sighed as he felt Jack’s spent member slip free of his body. Jack’s expression was serious. His hair flopped down over his forehead and David reached up and twisted a lock of it between his fingers.
Jack flashed a sleepy grin. “So what do you think Denton would say if he knew we did this in his bed?” His voice was low and lazy.
David snorted, “Probably ‘congratulations.’”
Jack looked at him disbelievingly, “You serious?”
“I’m serious.”
“He knows that you’re … um …”
“He told me.”
Jack rolled to the side and David yelped as the cold air swirled over his damp and sticky body. He shivered and yanked the blankets up. Jack didn’t seem to notice as he sat up and stared at David. “So is Denton-”
“Not really.”
“‘Not really?’”
“No, Jack, not really. What about you? You gonna stop noticing the pretty girls after this?”
Jack grinned unapologetically. “No.”
“Well there you go.”
“But … did you guys …?”
“No.” David said, firmly. He waited a beat. “Not really.”
Jack grabbed a pillow and shoved it down over David’s face and David laughed and twisted and pushed him off. “Honest!”
Jack pinned him and held his wrists over his head. “Talk.”
“He kissed me.” David said, still laughing, “Or really, I kissed him and then he kissed me.”
Jack’s face was a complicated mix of fascination, arousal, jealousy, and horror. “You and Denton kissed. When?”
“The night of the rally at Medda’s. I was all twisted in knots over the strike and the fact that I was nuts about my best friend who was nuts about my sister, okay?” Jack winced. “And I kissed him and it was really awful and then he kissed me and it was better.” He smiled, reminiscing. “My first kiss.”
“Jesus.”
“Yeah.”
“It was a good kiss?”
“It was a very good kiss.”
“Is he a better kisser than me?”
David grinned, but raised a challenging eyebrow. “Am I a better kisser than Skittery?”
“I didn’t kiss Skittery.”
“Oh.”
Jack looked thoughtful. “You think Denton might have, though?”
David laughed and freed his arms to pull Jack down into a kiss. He broke it after a moment. “Well why don’t we add all the guys to the mix, hmm?” He kissed him again. “Mush and Blink-
Jack chuckled and spoke into David’s mouth. “Specs. Hey, I bet Racetrack’s a good kisser.”
David broke the kiss altogether and laughed out loud. “Sure. And Crutchy.” A quick kiss, which Jack returned with smiling lips. “And Spot.”
Jack stilled beside him.
David closed his eyes. “Oh, you didn’t.”
“Not really…”