Snippet: Jack and Casey 1st Time (NWS)
I just finished writing the first time between Jack and Casey, and as a special treat/tease, thought I'd post it here. In this scene (which doesn't happen till page 101 of the story, Casey had been preparing to bunk on the sofa in his own apartment, letting Jack take the bed, but some events have taken place that left them both rattled and they've decided to share the bed. (nothing needs to happen, though, just two guys sharing a bed, right?) Well...click the cut to see what happens.
"So, maybe we should…" Casey glanced at Jack, biting his lip.
Jack nodded. "Yeah."
"I, uh…" Casey bent to pick up a pillow from the floor and tucked it under his arm as he walked towards the bedroom.
Sensing Casey's nerves, Jack waited a moment before following him into the bedroom. Casey was standing by the end of the bed, the pillow held in both hands in front of him, almost like a shield. He looked spooked, the way a wild animal does right before it turns tail and bolts. Jack stopped in the doorway, watching him. "We don't have to…"
"Um." Jack plainly saw Casey's throat work as he swallowed. "That…out there, that was a kiss, wasn't it?"
"Kind of." Jack walked over to him, gently taking the pillow from Casey's hands. "I can do better."
"Um-oh?" Casey licked his lips.
"Yeah." Jack dropped the pillow onto the bed and then lifted a hand to Casey's cheek, gently drawing him into a kiss. It started slow and gentle but when Casey's mouth opened to him, Jack made a low sound in the back of his throat and pulled Casey closer. His tongue slipped inside, tasting coffee, sliding across Casey's teeth, exploring gently.
"Oh God, stop." Casey pulled away, his hands coming up flat against Jack's chest, holding him at bay. He panted. "Stop or I'm going to…"
"Case?" Confused, Jack frowned, taking a backward step. "I…"
"God, I'm sorry. I feel like a teenager on his first date." Casey's eyes slipped closed and he shook his head. He looked up a moment later. "I just…I've never done much more than make out, before. I…" A deep blush colored his cheeks. "I mean, you're not going to leave if I screw up, are you?"
"What? No…what makes you think that? How could you screw up, anyway? There's no right or wrong way, you know."
Casey lowered his eyes, looking dejected and Jack moved to take him in his arms again.
"Just relax, okay?" Jack pulled him into another kiss, swallowing the tiny moan that came from the back of Casey's throat. He ran his hands down Casey's spine to the firm, rounded ass he'd only admired from a distance before, gently kneading the firm flesh.
"Huh, maybe we should lie down," Casey said, pulling his mouth away from Jack's. "It'd be more comfortable."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm twenty-two. Not a kid anymore, and I don't want to spend the rest of my life only daydreaming about this." As he spoke, Casey moved to lay on the bed.
"Okay, okay." Jack chuckled as he joined Casey. "There's no need to get testy about it."
"Sorry." Casey reached for Jack, pulling him down to kiss him and Jack groaned, letting Casey's tongue into his mouth, savoring the kiss and Casey's newfound boldness. He could get to like that. Good that Casey had made up his mind, and seemed determined to follow through, if the way that those hands worked the buttons of Jack's shirt open were any indication. He rolled onto his back, settling Casey astride his hips, and helped to get the shirt off.
"I want to feel you," Casey muttered. "All of you, naked."
"You too," Jack whispered, reaching for the hem of Casey's sweater.
The sweater was dealt with in short order and Casey stripped the old t-shirt he wore underneath, himself. Then he leaned forward, slowly sliding his hands up along Jack's flanks, his fingers pressing into the flesh moving upwards over toned muscles to pause at Jack's nipples, his thumbs gently stroking across them, drawing a shiver from the base of Jack's spine, all the way to his head and then back, to settle somewhere in the depths of his belly. He swallowed a groan, forcing his eyes to stay open when the lids grew heavy.
Casey's lips drew into a mischievous smile and he slid his hands downward again, coming to rest at the waist of Jack's jeans, slowly working the button undone and then he hitched backward a little one hand sliding the zipper down so slowly that it made Jack arch up impatiently.
"Case…"
A low, sultry chuckle greeted that, and then Casey grabbed his jeans and began to tug them down.
"Oh, God," Casey breathed as his efforts revealed the thick, heavy cock lying against Jack's belly. He hesitated a moment, and then continued to pull jeans and shorts down, Jack pulling his legs and feet free once they were low enough.
Casey got to his feet, standing at the end of the bed and quickly stripped out of his own Jeans and shorts before he got on the bed and crawled up along the length of Jack's body again.
His eyes were wide and dark in the faint light that shone through from the living room. Jack smiled up at him and then reached for him, pulling Casey down so their bodies pressed together, naked skin against naked skin. Jack shivered, groaned, pulled Casey into a demanding kiss. He sucked on Casey's tongue while they rocked together on the bed, hips locked, grinding against one another. Breath grew harsh and loud in the quiet of Casey's bedroom, punctuated by groans, whispers, grunts of need. Jack slipped a hand down between them and gripped both slick organs, increasing the friction between them, stroking as best he may in the tight confines.
Casey's mouth broke away from his with a sharp cry of want. "Jack, God!"
"I got you. Come on, baby!"
Casey's hips stuttered, he gave a half strangled cry and then there was wet and slick, and the smell of release in the air and Jack groaned, pitching over the edge with him.
"God, sorry…" Casey whispered. "Sorry."
"It's okay." Jack said. "Been a while, huh?"
"Yeah." Casey buried his face against Jack's shoulder. "Too long."
"Well, we'll just have to make sure you get back in practice."
Casey lifted his head, darkened eyes meeting Jack's gaze. "You're not gonna leave?"
"Why would I?"
If you want to find out why Casey thinks Jack might leave now...you'll have to wait till the book is released. *teasing smile*
Feedback is welcome!
"So, maybe we should…" Casey glanced at Jack, biting his lip.
Jack nodded. "Yeah."
"I, uh…" Casey bent to pick up a pillow from the floor and tucked it under his arm as he walked towards the bedroom.
Sensing Casey's nerves, Jack waited a moment before following him into the bedroom. Casey was standing by the end of the bed, the pillow held in both hands in front of him, almost like a shield. He looked spooked, the way a wild animal does right before it turns tail and bolts. Jack stopped in the doorway, watching him. "We don't have to…"
"Um." Jack plainly saw Casey's throat work as he swallowed. "That…out there, that was a kiss, wasn't it?"
"Kind of." Jack walked over to him, gently taking the pillow from Casey's hands. "I can do better."
"Um-oh?" Casey licked his lips.
"Yeah." Jack dropped the pillow onto the bed and then lifted a hand to Casey's cheek, gently drawing him into a kiss. It started slow and gentle but when Casey's mouth opened to him, Jack made a low sound in the back of his throat and pulled Casey closer. His tongue slipped inside, tasting coffee, sliding across Casey's teeth, exploring gently.
"Oh God, stop." Casey pulled away, his hands coming up flat against Jack's chest, holding him at bay. He panted. "Stop or I'm going to…"
"Case?" Confused, Jack frowned, taking a backward step. "I…"
"God, I'm sorry. I feel like a teenager on his first date." Casey's eyes slipped closed and he shook his head. He looked up a moment later. "I just…I've never done much more than make out, before. I…" A deep blush colored his cheeks. "I mean, you're not going to leave if I screw up, are you?"
"What? No…what makes you think that? How could you screw up, anyway? There's no right or wrong way, you know."
Casey lowered his eyes, looking dejected and Jack moved to take him in his arms again.
"Just relax, okay?" Jack pulled him into another kiss, swallowing the tiny moan that came from the back of Casey's throat. He ran his hands down Casey's spine to the firm, rounded ass he'd only admired from a distance before, gently kneading the firm flesh.
"Huh, maybe we should lie down," Casey said, pulling his mouth away from Jack's. "It'd be more comfortable."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm twenty-two. Not a kid anymore, and I don't want to spend the rest of my life only daydreaming about this." As he spoke, Casey moved to lay on the bed.
"Okay, okay." Jack chuckled as he joined Casey. "There's no need to get testy about it."
"Sorry." Casey reached for Jack, pulling him down to kiss him and Jack groaned, letting Casey's tongue into his mouth, savoring the kiss and Casey's newfound boldness. He could get to like that. Good that Casey had made up his mind, and seemed determined to follow through, if the way that those hands worked the buttons of Jack's shirt open were any indication. He rolled onto his back, settling Casey astride his hips, and helped to get the shirt off.
"I want to feel you," Casey muttered. "All of you, naked."
"You too," Jack whispered, reaching for the hem of Casey's sweater.
The sweater was dealt with in short order and Casey stripped the old t-shirt he wore underneath, himself. Then he leaned forward, slowly sliding his hands up along Jack's flanks, his fingers pressing into the flesh moving upwards over toned muscles to pause at Jack's nipples, his thumbs gently stroking across them, drawing a shiver from the base of Jack's spine, all the way to his head and then back, to settle somewhere in the depths of his belly. He swallowed a groan, forcing his eyes to stay open when the lids grew heavy.
Casey's lips drew into a mischievous smile and he slid his hands downward again, coming to rest at the waist of Jack's jeans, slowly working the button undone and then he hitched backward a little one hand sliding the zipper down so slowly that it made Jack arch up impatiently.
"Case…"
A low, sultry chuckle greeted that, and then Casey grabbed his jeans and began to tug them down.
"Oh, God," Casey breathed as his efforts revealed the thick, heavy cock lying against Jack's belly. He hesitated a moment, and then continued to pull jeans and shorts down, Jack pulling his legs and feet free once they were low enough.
Casey got to his feet, standing at the end of the bed and quickly stripped out of his own Jeans and shorts before he got on the bed and crawled up along the length of Jack's body again.
His eyes were wide and dark in the faint light that shone through from the living room. Jack smiled up at him and then reached for him, pulling Casey down so their bodies pressed together, naked skin against naked skin. Jack shivered, groaned, pulled Casey into a demanding kiss. He sucked on Casey's tongue while they rocked together on the bed, hips locked, grinding against one another. Breath grew harsh and loud in the quiet of Casey's bedroom, punctuated by groans, whispers, grunts of need. Jack slipped a hand down between them and gripped both slick organs, increasing the friction between them, stroking as best he may in the tight confines.
Casey's mouth broke away from his with a sharp cry of want. "Jack, God!"
"I got you. Come on, baby!"
Casey's hips stuttered, he gave a half strangled cry and then there was wet and slick, and the smell of release in the air and Jack groaned, pitching over the edge with him.
"God, sorry…" Casey whispered. "Sorry."
"It's okay." Jack said. "Been a while, huh?"
"Yeah." Casey buried his face against Jack's shoulder. "Too long."
"Well, we'll just have to make sure you get back in practice."
Casey lifted his head, darkened eyes meeting Jack's gaze. "You're not gonna leave?"
"Why would I?"
If you want to find out why Casey thinks Jack might leave now...you'll have to wait till the book is released. *teasing smile*
Feedback is welcome!