Slipping Into Darkness... Ch. 8
Jack brushed his teeth in the sink, half-sat against the bathroom counter, watched Tyler's broad shoulders behind the frosted glass, felt an urge, made up his mind. "Okay if I join you?" he asked.
"Sure," Tyler told him over the water.
Jack got out of his clothes and stepped in, and it was nice putting their naked bodies together under the spray, warmth everywhere. He was tired and could feel Tyler’s exhaustion too, though Tyler brushed casually against him, handed over the soap and offered to look at the incision on his back. It was smaller than Jack would have thought, considering how much it had hurt that first week - fortunately, the doctor had been able to split the overlying muscle rather than cut it, and the wound itself had only a few delicate black stitches plus some super glue that would fall out on its own. Tyler avoided touching it though Jack said he could.
Tyler washed the rest of his back, and Jack could feel his hard-on, rising but not ragingly insistent, against the cleft of his own ass. To his complete surprise, Tyler suddenly stepped closer and embraced him from behind, fingers working into Jack's chest hair as his hand pressed over Jack's heart. His hard-on was still there, a little bigger, but Jack felt fine about that as he let himself be held, Tyler's heartbeat between his shoulders and lips at the base of his neck. They moved apart, and then it was Tyler's turn to be surprised when Jack waited until he came out from under the spray and put their mouths together.
It was the first time Jack had been moved to do that, but his curiosity was on the rise. Tyler's hard-on was for real by the time Jack broke it off, but he let the kiss end without pressing for more and let Jack wordlessly turn him around. Jack found himself in a mood to enjoy Tyler’s shoulders, his arms, his ass, the swell of his thighs, the taut curve of his lower back, and that involved running his hands over everything he could reach before sliding his own soapy hard-on between Tyler’s legs, as much in the spirit of exploration as anything else.
“Don’t worry, I'm not goin’ in,” he murmured from behind, his fingers lightly steering Tyler's hips. Tyler gave a glance over his shoulder but didn’t pull away. Instead, he shifted his legs wider and leaned into the tile for traction, and Jack could feel the muscles of Tyler's ass working against the head of his hard cock as he flirted with pressing inside.
“Umm,” Tyler sighed, and Jack couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he went all the way in… be nice to have him go off on me just like this, though he wasn’t gonna do it. His chin and then his teeth found the nape of Tyler's neck, the smell of the younger man's skin egging him on.
A few blissful minutes of groaning and pushing and pulling up short, and Jack had to stop. “I gotta get off my feet,” he said, stepping back, and Tyler got them both out. They toweled off and headed down the hall, where Jack wanted the light down but not off and their towels off. It was a relief to stretch out on his side, and he urged Tyler to slide up on the big mattress so he could get at his cock. Tyler sighed and stretched out and watched him though half-lidded eyes, his fingers tracing Jack's throat and jawline, and Jack felt the back of his own throat clenching with desire. All he wanted right now was to touch and inhale and explore with his mouth, and then he moved between Tyler’s strong thighs with a pillow shoved under his own hips for support. It wasn’t long before he had Tyler shooting a load in his mouth. Tyler slid back down for another kiss, eager to taste himself on Jack's lips and go down on him too, but Jack just wanted to lie on his back, come real quick in both their hands and drift off.
Afterwards, Jack stayed on his back, and this time it felt like he’d been chewed up and spit out by some giant machine -- only he was out the other side now, and it was okay. At least, he’d just shot real good, nothing was nagging at him right this moment, and everything else in the world, on the property and much further off, felt blessedly far away.
Tyler toweled them off, turned off the light and settled close by. “Sweet,” he murmured evenly, soft but audible, his breath on Jack's neck. “I wanna hold you for awhile, after that. Can I?”
Jack felt the other man shift beside him and an arm stretch across his chest and then relaxed into sleep after giving a drowsy yes.
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"Sure," Tyler told him over the water.
Jack got out of his clothes and stepped in, and it was nice putting their naked bodies together under the spray, warmth everywhere. He was tired and could feel Tyler’s exhaustion too, though Tyler brushed casually against him, handed over the soap and offered to look at the incision on his back. It was smaller than Jack would have thought, considering how much it had hurt that first week - fortunately, the doctor had been able to split the overlying muscle rather than cut it, and the wound itself had only a few delicate black stitches plus some super glue that would fall out on its own. Tyler avoided touching it though Jack said he could.
Tyler washed the rest of his back, and Jack could feel his hard-on, rising but not ragingly insistent, against the cleft of his own ass. To his complete surprise, Tyler suddenly stepped closer and embraced him from behind, fingers working into Jack's chest hair as his hand pressed over Jack's heart. His hard-on was still there, a little bigger, but Jack felt fine about that as he let himself be held, Tyler's heartbeat between his shoulders and lips at the base of his neck. They moved apart, and then it was Tyler's turn to be surprised when Jack waited until he came out from under the spray and put their mouths together.
It was the first time Jack had been moved to do that, but his curiosity was on the rise. Tyler's hard-on was for real by the time Jack broke it off, but he let the kiss end without pressing for more and let Jack wordlessly turn him around. Jack found himself in a mood to enjoy Tyler’s shoulders, his arms, his ass, the swell of his thighs, the taut curve of his lower back, and that involved running his hands over everything he could reach before sliding his own soapy hard-on between Tyler’s legs, as much in the spirit of exploration as anything else.
“Don’t worry, I'm not goin’ in,” he murmured from behind, his fingers lightly steering Tyler's hips. Tyler gave a glance over his shoulder but didn’t pull away. Instead, he shifted his legs wider and leaned into the tile for traction, and Jack could feel the muscles of Tyler's ass working against the head of his hard cock as he flirted with pressing inside.
“Umm,” Tyler sighed, and Jack couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he went all the way in… be nice to have him go off on me just like this, though he wasn’t gonna do it. His chin and then his teeth found the nape of Tyler's neck, the smell of the younger man's skin egging him on.
A few blissful minutes of groaning and pushing and pulling up short, and Jack had to stop. “I gotta get off my feet,” he said, stepping back, and Tyler got them both out. They toweled off and headed down the hall, where Jack wanted the light down but not off and their towels off. It was a relief to stretch out on his side, and he urged Tyler to slide up on the big mattress so he could get at his cock. Tyler sighed and stretched out and watched him though half-lidded eyes, his fingers tracing Jack's throat and jawline, and Jack felt the back of his own throat clenching with desire. All he wanted right now was to touch and inhale and explore with his mouth, and then he moved between Tyler’s strong thighs with a pillow shoved under his own hips for support. It wasn’t long before he had Tyler shooting a load in his mouth. Tyler slid back down for another kiss, eager to taste himself on Jack's lips and go down on him too, but Jack just wanted to lie on his back, come real quick in both their hands and drift off.
Afterwards, Jack stayed on his back, and this time it felt like he’d been chewed up and spit out by some giant machine -- only he was out the other side now, and it was okay. At least, he’d just shot real good, nothing was nagging at him right this moment, and everything else in the world, on the property and much further off, felt blessedly far away.
Tyler toweled them off, turned off the light and settled close by. “Sweet,” he murmured evenly, soft but audible, his breath on Jack's neck. “I wanna hold you for awhile, after that. Can I?”
Jack felt the other man shift beside him and an arm stretch across his chest and then relaxed into sleep after giving a drowsy yes.
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