Best Friends Forever (FT) - Missing You, Part Five
One more time, if you please...
It was still dark outside when Ennis woke up, flat on his belly, a heavy weight pressing down on his hips, and for about three seconds he panicked, but then the weight turned into a mouth on his shoulder and hands on his hips, slipping down to touch him and Ennis eased his thighs apart, tilted his hips just a little so Jack could do what he wanted. Ennis heard him whisper, “Mornin’,” his voice raspy with sleep, but Ennis wasn’t even that lucid yet, just grunted and let it go at that.
“I love you like this, all warm and sleepy.” Jack rubbed his hands up Ennis’s sides. “You feel so good. Smell good too,” he whispered, nuzzling at the curve of his neck, then nipping and kissing his way slowly down his spine.
Ennis flexed his hips, mmmm’d at the friction on his dick and ahhh’d when Jack’s fingers finally slipped down to play again, rubbing up and down between his cheeks, spit-slick and pushing gently at his opening. He pushed back into them, hungry for it and craving more.
He heard Jack hum behind him, felt the vibration against his skin. “This what you need, Ennis? Gonna let me fuck you now, do whatever I want?”
Ennis nodded yes into the pillows and Jack murmured, “Mmmm, yeah, seems like forever since we did this. Missed you, Ennis.” His fingers slid away from Ennis’s ass, but that was ok because his dick slotted in where they’d been and Jack let his full weight rest on Ennis, rocking slow and easy, his hard cock pushing and leaking between Ennis’s cheeks, making a damp path.
Ennis moaned at the pressure and rocked back against him, still half asleep, that special mix of lazy and horny and safe, knowing he could just lay there and let Jack take care of him and that Jack would be more than happy to do just that.
“Yeah, Ennis, you want it bad, doncha?” he said, and his fingers were back, wet with lube and hard with purpose, circling quickly, then slipping into Ennis, easy at first but going deep after only a couple of thrusts. “God, you’re so hot, so tight... Wanna put my dick in you now, ok? Stretch you out with my cock,” he whispered, sounding needy and desperate and Ennis wasn’t about to say no since he did want it bad, had been needing to get fucked for weeks. Jack slipped his fingers out, rubbed behind Ennis’s balls for a few seconds, just long enough to make Ennis shudder and ache for more, then his dick was there, urgent and demanding and Ennis braced himself as Jack pushed in.
It burned, no surprise because Jack wasn’t taking his time, but it was a good kind of hurt, just enough to make Ennis grunt and push back harder, enough to know he’d be feeling it later and he loved that part, carrying the ache of fucking with him into the day. Jack bottomed out on the third thrust, hissed in his ear, warm breath on his neck and hot skin plastered to his back, and Ennis felt like he might come apart with all the goodness, wondered how he even survived for weeks at a time without Jack there to give him this.
“Goddamn, Ennis, I wanna do this for hours, wanna fuck you till you can’t even move…” Jack chanted and that sounded good to Ennis.
“God yeah, do it,” he said, turning his head to the side so Jack could hear him.
“I’m gonna,” Jack promised, pushing in deep, making Ennis writhe and gasp. “You’re gonna hafta call in sick ‘cause ain’t no way you’re gonna wanna get on a horse once I get done with you.”
“Mmmm…” Ennis hadn’t called in sick from too much fucking in years, didn’t figure it was gonna happen today, but he didn’t argue because he didn’t want to ruin his good time thinking about anything outside of their room. All that stuff would still be there later, after Jack was done loving him and they were back in the world of responsibilities and normal shit. Then Jack would have calls to make and chapters to write or edit or sing odes to or what the fuck ever he did, and Ennis would go to the barn and get glared at by his dad and even more so by Troy when he showed up for his horse, and even if he wasn’t walking funny, maybe he’d put a little hitch in his step just to piss them both off.
Jack slid his hands down Ennis’s arms till he got to his hands, then threaded their fingers together and pushed them under the pillows and held on. “Yeah, Ennis, stay home with me today. We’ll fuck till we can’t even move, then we’ll sleep some more, then I’ll suck you off in the shower, yeah baby, I know you like that.” He changed his tempo, went to short, sharp jabs right at Ennis’s prostate and Ennis squirmed and whined. Jack kept talking, soft, breathy puffs of words in time with his thrusts. “Then I’ll make you breakfast, maybe bacon and eggs and those fried potatoes you like…”
Ennis’s brain kicked in for about three seconds and he shook his head. “Nothing here to cook.”
“Yeah there is. I stopped on the way in, got some stuff. We can survive a coupla days and never leave the house.” Jack kneed Ennis’s thighs further apart, lifting him up off the bed as he drove deeper into his body, taking away the friction from the sheets but still giving Ennis plenty to enjoy.
“Oh.” Ennis’s mind was shot, all he could think of was how good he felt, because Jack was really working him over, had him all stretched out and open, was fucking him just like he liked, hard and fast, rough enough that he might not have to fake a hitch after all.
“Ennis…” Ennis tried to get his hands free, wanted to touch himself, was almost there, just needed a little more and he’d be good, but Jack wouldn’t let go.
“Ennis…” Jack groaned his name, hoarse and gravelly, then bit down on Ennis’s shoulder, sharp enough to get his attention.
“What?” He tried to pull his hand free again, but Jack was strong and had leverage and Ennis didn’t want to do anything that would interrupt the fucking because the rhythm was perfect. “Touch me, Jack, come on.”
“Unh uh. I’m gonna come but I want you to wait, ok?”
“Huh?” Ennis’s brain was glazed over with sex and the one thing he wanted above all else was to make a giant jizz mess all over the sheets.
“Don’t come.” Jack had the only voice in the world that could make those particular words sound sexy, Ennis thought, even as he also thought Jack must’ve lost his mind. “I’m gonna fuck you hard and come inside of you,” he explained, and Ennis almost came just from hearing him talk about it, “and I want you to hold on and take it, ok? Don’t touch yourself, keep your hands under the pillows and let me do this.” He flexed his hips and Ennis arched and whimpered. “Promise me. I’m gonna let you go. No touching, ok?”
“Jesus… you trying to kill me?”
Jack drew his fingers up Ennis’s arms slowly. “Not unless you think you might die from too much fuckin’.”
“No, but I might die from blue balls!”
Jack laughed softly and Ennis felt it way up inside of himself. “Come on, Ennis. I let you do whatever you wanted last night. It’s my turn now.”
“Yeah, but what I wanted made you come,” Ennis whined, prideless. “Twice!”
“Don’t you worry, sugar. You’re gonna come, I promise.” Jack hovered over his back, rocking slow and deep, sending sparks of pleasure flickering up his spine. “Now you gonna be good for me, do like I said?”
His voice was like sin smothered in molasses, thick and dirty and irresistible. Ennis shivered but he nodded anyway. If Jack wanted to fuck him to death, he wasn’t about to say no. “I’ll try.”
“You can do it.” With one last kiss, Jack pulled back and sank his fingers into Ennis’s hips. Ennis could feel him getting set, could feel his thighs pushing at his own. Ennis’s dick throbbed, so ready for what was about to happen, and he wasn’t really sure if he’d make it or not.
“Ok, here we go,” Jack murmured, and Ennis closed his eyes and tried to think of other things but the shit that had been dragging at him earlier was all gone, nothing left in his mind or his body but Jack as Jack let go, fucking him deep and perfect, his cock rubbing against Ennis’s sweet spot just right and Ennis buried his face in his pillow and howled.
Jack babbled behind him, love and filth and everything in between as he pounded him into the sheets and Ennis’s cock bobbed with every hard thrust, leaving wet spots across his stomach wherever it hit, spooling him up yet another notch with every smack. “God, Jack, please…” Ennis begged at last, not even sure what he was asking for but knowing something had to give and soon.
Jack’s fingers dug in deeper, hard enough to bruise. “I’m almost there, yeah, Ennis, just hang on, almost, oh God……” and then Ennis could feel him hit his release, hips stuttering as he pumped Ennis full of his come while Ennis bit down on his bottom lip, gripped the pillow as hard as he could and tried not to free fall right over the edge with him.
Jack rode out the last waves of his pleasure with slow, lazy thrusts and Ennis gritted his teeth and bore it. “Mmm… God that was so fuckin’ good,” he groaned as he fell down on Ennis’s back, soft lip presses and more murmurs of praise whispered into his skin and Ennis closed his eyes and listened, rocked along with Jack and tried not to think about his poor, neglected cock. Maybe Jack lived to make him crazy, probably Jack lived to make him crazy, but he wasn’t a tease. He’d fix it when he was ready.
“Mmm… did you make it?” Jack’s fingers ringed Ennis’s cock and he jerked at the touch because he was still right there on the edge. Jack drew his fingers up the length, let them skim lightly over the head, smeared the wetness around.
Ennis hissed and bucked. “Fuck! You know I did. Don’t make it worse than it already is!”
“Sorry.” He rocked some more, his dick still mostly hard inside Ennis. “Did I mention how much I love fuckin’ you?”
“Mmm hmm…”
“It’s like the best feeling in the whole world, Ennis, swear to God.” Ennis just hmmm’d some more. He was pretty much all out of conversation until he got to come. Jack gave him a couple more light strokes, then moved his hand down to fondle his balls. Ennis chomped down on his lip again, starting composing his will in his head because Jack was definitely gonna kill him.
“You remember last year when I had to go out to L.A. for a couple of weeks, and they weren’t sure how long they were gonna need me and told me I might hafta stay for a month?” Ennis forgot it was a question till Jack nudged him. His dick was almost soft and Ennis could feel his come leaking out.
“Remember?”
“Uh… I think? Maybe?”
“Don’t get mad, ok, but the night before I left, I recorded us fuckin’ on my phone, so I could listen to it whenever I jerked off ‘cause I love all the noises you make when we do it.”
Jack stopped moving then and Ennis looked over his shoulder just as he pulled out. “Get on your back,” Jack told him and Ennis did, not sure what to make of what Jack had just told him. He only got to think about it for about two seconds though, then got distracted when Jack shoved two fingers inside him, taking up the space where his dick had just been. He trailed the fingers of his other hand up and down Ennis’s cock, barely touching, just enough to make Ennis crazy.
“I’ve still got it. I listened to it last week,” Jack confessed, pretending to be staring down at the place where his fingers disappeared into Ennis’s body, but Ennis was pretty sure that, beneath those ridiculous eyelashes, Jack was watching his face. He could be sneaky that way. “You’re usually pretty quiet, you know, but in bed you get kinda loud and crazy, and it really turns me on.”
Jack had just fucked him and he still needed to come and now Jack was touching him in all his most sensitive places while telling him about masturbating to a soundtrack of them fucking. Ennis’s brain was on life support and his conversational skills were pretty much gone.
“Uhhh… ok?” He arched his back, hoping to get back to the part where he got to come, but Jack didn’t seem ready to get to the action yet.
“So I always felt kinda guilty for that, like I’d gotten an advantage over you and maybe I was having an easier time of it when we were apart, ‘cause nothin’s as good as fucking you, but I can close my eyes and listen to us and my hand ain’t half bad, you know?” He tilted his head, blue eyes finally coming into view, and maybe he was feeling a little bit guilty, Ennis knew that look well, but that was just a small part of it. Mostly Jack was talking about sex.
And mostly Ennis was thinking about sex. He flexed his hips again, pushed more insistently. “No, your hand ain’t half bad,” he agreed, giving Jack’s hand a pointed look. Jack gripped him loosely, gave him a lazy stroke.
“Yeah, Ennis, but that ain’t what you like. You like gettin’ fucked, and your hand ain’t such a good substitute for that.”
Ennis shoved himself up on his elbows. “Don’t worry about it. I get by. If you’re back to thinkin’ about Troy again, you need to get that out of your head. That’s the closest I ever come to doin’ anything, and nothing happened.”
“Yeah, I know. Like I said, you ain’t a real good liar.” Jack put a little more squeeze on his dick, and Ennis twitched and huffed. The fingers inside of him started to move, and Ennis forced himself to lay back and relax. He closed his eyes, hoping maybe they were finally getting to the good stuff.
The finger fucking only lasted for a minute, though, before Jack pulled away. “I used to think about taking you to that sex store out on the interstate, fix you up with something nice to take the edge off while I was gone.” Ennis’s eyes flew open as Jack’s rambling suddenly made sense, especially considering what he’d been doing in their bed just yesterday morning. The gleeful look on Jack’s face filled in the blank about whether or not he’d remembered to put his toy away.
“I figured you’d probably be too shy to go by yourself.” Jack pursed his lips and shook his head. “Guess I was wrong about that one, huh Ennis?”
Ennis heard a familiar buzz, and Jack grinned like the cat who’d gotten both the cream and the canary as he pulled his hand out from under the covers with Ennis’s prized secret sex toy clenched tightly in his fist.
“Guess the only question I got left now is who’s doing the honors, you or me?” he asked, aiming the toy, which was big and black and ready for action, at the spot between Ennis’s legs. “Because I definitely plan to watch you come on this bad boy.”
Ennis’s cock had no sense of pride when it came to getting off. Faced with its two favorite stimulators in one package, Ennis almost lost it before they even got started. “Oh fuck, you do it,” he groaned, grabbing his cock and giving it a stroke and a squeeze to even out the pressure, wondering how disappointed Jack would be if he came as soon as he touched him.
“I was really hopin’ that’s what you’d say,” Jack said, his grin turning predatory and intent, and Ennis spread his legs and hiked his hips a little bit, knowing he was about to come totally undone and hoping that it wouldn’t ruin the toy for the future, when it was just him and it again and no Jack to drive him screaming out of his mind.
* * *
Ennis was on the edge and ready from the word go, but Jack wasn’t in any hurry, took his time and teased him with it for a while, getting a feel for how it worked because it wasn’t just any old run-of-the-mill vibrator. Once Ennis had finally decided to get one, he’d gone for something nice. He’d paid a pretty penny for it on-line, because Jack was right about that part of it - no way was he going to a sex shop and buying something like this.
Jack ran it over Ennis’s lips - he must’ve washed it because it smelled clean, thank God - and when Ennis flicked out his tongue Jack slid it between his lips and let him suck it. Ennis had never done this before, but the fire in Jack’s eyes and the flush on his face told Ennis he liked it and that made two of them. Once it was wet with spit, Jack pulled it out of Ennis’s mouth, drew it up and down Ennis’s cock, then climbed on top of him and kissed him while he played with both of their dicks with it. The vibrations were smooth and steady and felt amazing, and the fact that Jack was there too made it a thousand times better.
After a while, Jack climbed off and turned all his attention back to teasing Ennis, playing with his balls and his taint and his hole for long enough that Ennis was clutching the sheets in his fists and cussing him before he finally showed him some mercy and put it in. Even after all the fucking and touching, it was still tight and he worked it in slowly, stroking himself the whole time, and Ennis sat up on his elbows and watched it all like it was his own personal porn show.
Once it was in, play time was over. Jack pushed Ennis onto his back, got between his legs and went to work. Ennis finally got to come with his feet planted on the mattress and his ass off the bed, fucking himself on the thing while Jack held it steady for him and sucked his cock. Ennis was pretty sure that it was one of the top five best orgasms in the history of ever. Before he’d even quit shooting Jack tossed the toy aside, climbed on top of him and started in to fucking him all over again. By the time they were done, Ennis’s was as used up as he’d been in a long time, his entire body the consistency of overcooked spaghetti. The thought of walking to the shower was daunting. Getting on a horse wasn’t even an option.
“Told you you were gonna hafta call in sick,” Jack said, laughing when Ennis tried to get up to go pee and fell back onto the bed, too limp-limbed to even walk yet.
Ennis tried to remember back to that part of the conversation, but his brain was still scrambled with all the sex. “When’d you find it, anyway?”
“Yesterday. I was gonna take a nap, be all ready for action when you got home. I thought it was a gun when I first touched it.” Jack was sprawled out next to him on the bed and Ennis knew he was just as worthless at the moment as he was, but Jack still looked him up and down with interest. “So how long you had that thing anyway, and how come I didn’t know about it?”
Ennis dropped his gaze, suddenly felt shy about it, which was kind of ridiculous considering what they’d just done, but he’d only been dealing with his downstairs brain at the time and it didn’t come with the same set of inhibitions as his upstairs one did. “Mmm… I dunno. A while.” He turned away, made to get up again but Jack’s hand on his shoulder stopped him before he got off the bed.
“Wait up, Ennis. Don’t be that way, ok? I think it’s hot as shit, you know that right?” Jack scootched up behind him, pressed his chest against Ennis’s back and dropped a kiss on his shoulder.
Ennis blew out a breath and leaned back into him. “It’s just kinda embarrassing, I guess.”
“How come? We jerk off all the time when we’re apart. What makes you think this is any different?”
“I dunno. Just seems different to me.” He rolled his neck to the side, tried to find words to explain it because this wasn’t his first rodeo. Jack would crawl up inside his brain and dig it out if Ennis couldn’t come up with something. “Like too premeditated or something.”
“Hmm…” Jack slipped his hands around Ennis’s middle, started toying with his belly hairs, which tickled. “So it’s ok if you get in the shower and spontaneously start rubbin’ one off, because you didn’t really think about it, it just happened. But if you get a dildo and some lube outta the drawer and proceed to do yourself, it’s… weird?”
It didn’t sound like Jack had it completely figured out yet, but Ennis didn’t know how to steer him any closer. Some feelings were too complicated to explain, no matter how close to somebody you were. “Yeah. I guess weird’s as good a word as any.”
“You know it’s ok to want sex when I’m not around, right? Maybe that sounds egotistical or something and I don’t mean it that way, but I just want you to know that I don’t expect every sexual thought you have to be just about me. Sometimes I think about you and I listen to that recording on my phone, but sometimes I think about other people or watch porn or whatever.”
Jack may as well’ve said, “blah blah yada yada blah OTHER PEOPLE blah yada blah” for all Ennis heard. “Like who?”
“Huh?”
“Who? You said you think about other people. Like who?”
“Hell, Ennis, I dunno. Some actor - like those Hemsworth dudes are pretty fuckin’ hot - or maybe a football player.” He rubbed a knuckle into Ennis’s ribs hard enough to make him squirm. “Or you know, just some random dude who happens to ask me out to dinner and send me pictures of his dick on my phone.”
“Shut up! I never thought about doing shit with him.”
Jack eased up with the knuckling, linked his fingers across Ennis’s belly. “Yeah, I know. I believe you, I’m just giving you shit. Don’t get a chance to do that very often. Seems like I stay in trouble way more than you.”
“Maybe.” Ennis laughed softly. “Keeps things interesting though.”
“Yeah, that’s a good way of looking at it.” Jack kissed his shoulder, let his hands start to wander around Ennis’s front side, up to his nipples which he apparently felt needed just a little more tweaking. “Speakin’ of keepin’ things interesting, if you stay home with me today I’ll throw in some chocolate chip pancakes with breakfast, and later, after we take a fucking nap already because I can’t even believe I was awake before six o’clock this morning, I’ll let you do me with your toy. You can fuck me with it, then leave it in me and ride me. Bet that’d be fuckin’ hot as holy hell!”
That sent a delicious sizzle of dirty-boy joy straight to Ennis’s very tired and used-up-for-the-moment cock, and with the offer of a nap and pancakes in the meantime while the rest of his body recovered, Ennis figured Jack’s plan was just about perfect. His dad could handle the world for one day - he was playing hooky.
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It was still dark outside when Ennis woke up, flat on his belly, a heavy weight pressing down on his hips, and for about three seconds he panicked, but then the weight turned into a mouth on his shoulder and hands on his hips, slipping down to touch him and Ennis eased his thighs apart, tilted his hips just a little so Jack could do what he wanted. Ennis heard him whisper, “Mornin’,” his voice raspy with sleep, but Ennis wasn’t even that lucid yet, just grunted and let it go at that.
“I love you like this, all warm and sleepy.” Jack rubbed his hands up Ennis’s sides. “You feel so good. Smell good too,” he whispered, nuzzling at the curve of his neck, then nipping and kissing his way slowly down his spine.
Ennis flexed his hips, mmmm’d at the friction on his dick and ahhh’d when Jack’s fingers finally slipped down to play again, rubbing up and down between his cheeks, spit-slick and pushing gently at his opening. He pushed back into them, hungry for it and craving more.
He heard Jack hum behind him, felt the vibration against his skin. “This what you need, Ennis? Gonna let me fuck you now, do whatever I want?”
Ennis nodded yes into the pillows and Jack murmured, “Mmmm, yeah, seems like forever since we did this. Missed you, Ennis.” His fingers slid away from Ennis’s ass, but that was ok because his dick slotted in where they’d been and Jack let his full weight rest on Ennis, rocking slow and easy, his hard cock pushing and leaking between Ennis’s cheeks, making a damp path.
Ennis moaned at the pressure and rocked back against him, still half asleep, that special mix of lazy and horny and safe, knowing he could just lay there and let Jack take care of him and that Jack would be more than happy to do just that.
“Yeah, Ennis, you want it bad, doncha?” he said, and his fingers were back, wet with lube and hard with purpose, circling quickly, then slipping into Ennis, easy at first but going deep after only a couple of thrusts. “God, you’re so hot, so tight... Wanna put my dick in you now, ok? Stretch you out with my cock,” he whispered, sounding needy and desperate and Ennis wasn’t about to say no since he did want it bad, had been needing to get fucked for weeks. Jack slipped his fingers out, rubbed behind Ennis’s balls for a few seconds, just long enough to make Ennis shudder and ache for more, then his dick was there, urgent and demanding and Ennis braced himself as Jack pushed in.
It burned, no surprise because Jack wasn’t taking his time, but it was a good kind of hurt, just enough to make Ennis grunt and push back harder, enough to know he’d be feeling it later and he loved that part, carrying the ache of fucking with him into the day. Jack bottomed out on the third thrust, hissed in his ear, warm breath on his neck and hot skin plastered to his back, and Ennis felt like he might come apart with all the goodness, wondered how he even survived for weeks at a time without Jack there to give him this.
“Goddamn, Ennis, I wanna do this for hours, wanna fuck you till you can’t even move…” Jack chanted and that sounded good to Ennis.
“God yeah, do it,” he said, turning his head to the side so Jack could hear him.
“I’m gonna,” Jack promised, pushing in deep, making Ennis writhe and gasp. “You’re gonna hafta call in sick ‘cause ain’t no way you’re gonna wanna get on a horse once I get done with you.”
“Mmmm…” Ennis hadn’t called in sick from too much fucking in years, didn’t figure it was gonna happen today, but he didn’t argue because he didn’t want to ruin his good time thinking about anything outside of their room. All that stuff would still be there later, after Jack was done loving him and they were back in the world of responsibilities and normal shit. Then Jack would have calls to make and chapters to write or edit or sing odes to or what the fuck ever he did, and Ennis would go to the barn and get glared at by his dad and even more so by Troy when he showed up for his horse, and even if he wasn’t walking funny, maybe he’d put a little hitch in his step just to piss them both off.
Jack slid his hands down Ennis’s arms till he got to his hands, then threaded their fingers together and pushed them under the pillows and held on. “Yeah, Ennis, stay home with me today. We’ll fuck till we can’t even move, then we’ll sleep some more, then I’ll suck you off in the shower, yeah baby, I know you like that.” He changed his tempo, went to short, sharp jabs right at Ennis’s prostate and Ennis squirmed and whined. Jack kept talking, soft, breathy puffs of words in time with his thrusts. “Then I’ll make you breakfast, maybe bacon and eggs and those fried potatoes you like…”
Ennis’s brain kicked in for about three seconds and he shook his head. “Nothing here to cook.”
“Yeah there is. I stopped on the way in, got some stuff. We can survive a coupla days and never leave the house.” Jack kneed Ennis’s thighs further apart, lifting him up off the bed as he drove deeper into his body, taking away the friction from the sheets but still giving Ennis plenty to enjoy.
“Oh.” Ennis’s mind was shot, all he could think of was how good he felt, because Jack was really working him over, had him all stretched out and open, was fucking him just like he liked, hard and fast, rough enough that he might not have to fake a hitch after all.
“Ennis…” Ennis tried to get his hands free, wanted to touch himself, was almost there, just needed a little more and he’d be good, but Jack wouldn’t let go.
“Ennis…” Jack groaned his name, hoarse and gravelly, then bit down on Ennis’s shoulder, sharp enough to get his attention.
“What?” He tried to pull his hand free again, but Jack was strong and had leverage and Ennis didn’t want to do anything that would interrupt the fucking because the rhythm was perfect. “Touch me, Jack, come on.”
“Unh uh. I’m gonna come but I want you to wait, ok?”
“Huh?” Ennis’s brain was glazed over with sex and the one thing he wanted above all else was to make a giant jizz mess all over the sheets.
“Don’t come.” Jack had the only voice in the world that could make those particular words sound sexy, Ennis thought, even as he also thought Jack must’ve lost his mind. “I’m gonna fuck you hard and come inside of you,” he explained, and Ennis almost came just from hearing him talk about it, “and I want you to hold on and take it, ok? Don’t touch yourself, keep your hands under the pillows and let me do this.” He flexed his hips and Ennis arched and whimpered. “Promise me. I’m gonna let you go. No touching, ok?”
“Jesus… you trying to kill me?”
Jack drew his fingers up Ennis’s arms slowly. “Not unless you think you might die from too much fuckin’.”
“No, but I might die from blue balls!”
Jack laughed softly and Ennis felt it way up inside of himself. “Come on, Ennis. I let you do whatever you wanted last night. It’s my turn now.”
“Yeah, but what I wanted made you come,” Ennis whined, prideless. “Twice!”
“Don’t you worry, sugar. You’re gonna come, I promise.” Jack hovered over his back, rocking slow and deep, sending sparks of pleasure flickering up his spine. “Now you gonna be good for me, do like I said?”
His voice was like sin smothered in molasses, thick and dirty and irresistible. Ennis shivered but he nodded anyway. If Jack wanted to fuck him to death, he wasn’t about to say no. “I’ll try.”
“You can do it.” With one last kiss, Jack pulled back and sank his fingers into Ennis’s hips. Ennis could feel him getting set, could feel his thighs pushing at his own. Ennis’s dick throbbed, so ready for what was about to happen, and he wasn’t really sure if he’d make it or not.
“Ok, here we go,” Jack murmured, and Ennis closed his eyes and tried to think of other things but the shit that had been dragging at him earlier was all gone, nothing left in his mind or his body but Jack as Jack let go, fucking him deep and perfect, his cock rubbing against Ennis’s sweet spot just right and Ennis buried his face in his pillow and howled.
Jack babbled behind him, love and filth and everything in between as he pounded him into the sheets and Ennis’s cock bobbed with every hard thrust, leaving wet spots across his stomach wherever it hit, spooling him up yet another notch with every smack. “God, Jack, please…” Ennis begged at last, not even sure what he was asking for but knowing something had to give and soon.
Jack’s fingers dug in deeper, hard enough to bruise. “I’m almost there, yeah, Ennis, just hang on, almost, oh God……” and then Ennis could feel him hit his release, hips stuttering as he pumped Ennis full of his come while Ennis bit down on his bottom lip, gripped the pillow as hard as he could and tried not to free fall right over the edge with him.
Jack rode out the last waves of his pleasure with slow, lazy thrusts and Ennis gritted his teeth and bore it. “Mmm… God that was so fuckin’ good,” he groaned as he fell down on Ennis’s back, soft lip presses and more murmurs of praise whispered into his skin and Ennis closed his eyes and listened, rocked along with Jack and tried not to think about his poor, neglected cock. Maybe Jack lived to make him crazy, probably Jack lived to make him crazy, but he wasn’t a tease. He’d fix it when he was ready.
“Mmm… did you make it?” Jack’s fingers ringed Ennis’s cock and he jerked at the touch because he was still right there on the edge. Jack drew his fingers up the length, let them skim lightly over the head, smeared the wetness around.
Ennis hissed and bucked. “Fuck! You know I did. Don’t make it worse than it already is!”
“Sorry.” He rocked some more, his dick still mostly hard inside Ennis. “Did I mention how much I love fuckin’ you?”
“Mmm hmm…”
“It’s like the best feeling in the whole world, Ennis, swear to God.” Ennis just hmmm’d some more. He was pretty much all out of conversation until he got to come. Jack gave him a couple more light strokes, then moved his hand down to fondle his balls. Ennis chomped down on his lip again, starting composing his will in his head because Jack was definitely gonna kill him.
“You remember last year when I had to go out to L.A. for a couple of weeks, and they weren’t sure how long they were gonna need me and told me I might hafta stay for a month?” Ennis forgot it was a question till Jack nudged him. His dick was almost soft and Ennis could feel his come leaking out.
“Remember?”
“Uh… I think? Maybe?”
“Don’t get mad, ok, but the night before I left, I recorded us fuckin’ on my phone, so I could listen to it whenever I jerked off ‘cause I love all the noises you make when we do it.”
Jack stopped moving then and Ennis looked over his shoulder just as he pulled out. “Get on your back,” Jack told him and Ennis did, not sure what to make of what Jack had just told him. He only got to think about it for about two seconds though, then got distracted when Jack shoved two fingers inside him, taking up the space where his dick had just been. He trailed the fingers of his other hand up and down Ennis’s cock, barely touching, just enough to make Ennis crazy.
“I’ve still got it. I listened to it last week,” Jack confessed, pretending to be staring down at the place where his fingers disappeared into Ennis’s body, but Ennis was pretty sure that, beneath those ridiculous eyelashes, Jack was watching his face. He could be sneaky that way. “You’re usually pretty quiet, you know, but in bed you get kinda loud and crazy, and it really turns me on.”
Jack had just fucked him and he still needed to come and now Jack was touching him in all his most sensitive places while telling him about masturbating to a soundtrack of them fucking. Ennis’s brain was on life support and his conversational skills were pretty much gone.
“Uhhh… ok?” He arched his back, hoping to get back to the part where he got to come, but Jack didn’t seem ready to get to the action yet.
“So I always felt kinda guilty for that, like I’d gotten an advantage over you and maybe I was having an easier time of it when we were apart, ‘cause nothin’s as good as fucking you, but I can close my eyes and listen to us and my hand ain’t half bad, you know?” He tilted his head, blue eyes finally coming into view, and maybe he was feeling a little bit guilty, Ennis knew that look well, but that was just a small part of it. Mostly Jack was talking about sex.
And mostly Ennis was thinking about sex. He flexed his hips again, pushed more insistently. “No, your hand ain’t half bad,” he agreed, giving Jack’s hand a pointed look. Jack gripped him loosely, gave him a lazy stroke.
“Yeah, Ennis, but that ain’t what you like. You like gettin’ fucked, and your hand ain’t such a good substitute for that.”
Ennis shoved himself up on his elbows. “Don’t worry about it. I get by. If you’re back to thinkin’ about Troy again, you need to get that out of your head. That’s the closest I ever come to doin’ anything, and nothing happened.”
“Yeah, I know. Like I said, you ain’t a real good liar.” Jack put a little more squeeze on his dick, and Ennis twitched and huffed. The fingers inside of him started to move, and Ennis forced himself to lay back and relax. He closed his eyes, hoping maybe they were finally getting to the good stuff.
The finger fucking only lasted for a minute, though, before Jack pulled away. “I used to think about taking you to that sex store out on the interstate, fix you up with something nice to take the edge off while I was gone.” Ennis’s eyes flew open as Jack’s rambling suddenly made sense, especially considering what he’d been doing in their bed just yesterday morning. The gleeful look on Jack’s face filled in the blank about whether or not he’d remembered to put his toy away.
“I figured you’d probably be too shy to go by yourself.” Jack pursed his lips and shook his head. “Guess I was wrong about that one, huh Ennis?”
Ennis heard a familiar buzz, and Jack grinned like the cat who’d gotten both the cream and the canary as he pulled his hand out from under the covers with Ennis’s prized secret sex toy clenched tightly in his fist.
“Guess the only question I got left now is who’s doing the honors, you or me?” he asked, aiming the toy, which was big and black and ready for action, at the spot between Ennis’s legs. “Because I definitely plan to watch you come on this bad boy.”
Ennis’s cock had no sense of pride when it came to getting off. Faced with its two favorite stimulators in one package, Ennis almost lost it before they even got started. “Oh fuck, you do it,” he groaned, grabbing his cock and giving it a stroke and a squeeze to even out the pressure, wondering how disappointed Jack would be if he came as soon as he touched him.
“I was really hopin’ that’s what you’d say,” Jack said, his grin turning predatory and intent, and Ennis spread his legs and hiked his hips a little bit, knowing he was about to come totally undone and hoping that it wouldn’t ruin the toy for the future, when it was just him and it again and no Jack to drive him screaming out of his mind.
* * *
Ennis was on the edge and ready from the word go, but Jack wasn’t in any hurry, took his time and teased him with it for a while, getting a feel for how it worked because it wasn’t just any old run-of-the-mill vibrator. Once Ennis had finally decided to get one, he’d gone for something nice. He’d paid a pretty penny for it on-line, because Jack was right about that part of it - no way was he going to a sex shop and buying something like this.
Jack ran it over Ennis’s lips - he must’ve washed it because it smelled clean, thank God - and when Ennis flicked out his tongue Jack slid it between his lips and let him suck it. Ennis had never done this before, but the fire in Jack’s eyes and the flush on his face told Ennis he liked it and that made two of them. Once it was wet with spit, Jack pulled it out of Ennis’s mouth, drew it up and down Ennis’s cock, then climbed on top of him and kissed him while he played with both of their dicks with it. The vibrations were smooth and steady and felt amazing, and the fact that Jack was there too made it a thousand times better.
After a while, Jack climbed off and turned all his attention back to teasing Ennis, playing with his balls and his taint and his hole for long enough that Ennis was clutching the sheets in his fists and cussing him before he finally showed him some mercy and put it in. Even after all the fucking and touching, it was still tight and he worked it in slowly, stroking himself the whole time, and Ennis sat up on his elbows and watched it all like it was his own personal porn show.
Once it was in, play time was over. Jack pushed Ennis onto his back, got between his legs and went to work. Ennis finally got to come with his feet planted on the mattress and his ass off the bed, fucking himself on the thing while Jack held it steady for him and sucked his cock. Ennis was pretty sure that it was one of the top five best orgasms in the history of ever. Before he’d even quit shooting Jack tossed the toy aside, climbed on top of him and started in to fucking him all over again. By the time they were done, Ennis’s was as used up as he’d been in a long time, his entire body the consistency of overcooked spaghetti. The thought of walking to the shower was daunting. Getting on a horse wasn’t even an option.
“Told you you were gonna hafta call in sick,” Jack said, laughing when Ennis tried to get up to go pee and fell back onto the bed, too limp-limbed to even walk yet.
Ennis tried to remember back to that part of the conversation, but his brain was still scrambled with all the sex. “When’d you find it, anyway?”
“Yesterday. I was gonna take a nap, be all ready for action when you got home. I thought it was a gun when I first touched it.” Jack was sprawled out next to him on the bed and Ennis knew he was just as worthless at the moment as he was, but Jack still looked him up and down with interest. “So how long you had that thing anyway, and how come I didn’t know about it?”
Ennis dropped his gaze, suddenly felt shy about it, which was kind of ridiculous considering what they’d just done, but he’d only been dealing with his downstairs brain at the time and it didn’t come with the same set of inhibitions as his upstairs one did. “Mmm… I dunno. A while.” He turned away, made to get up again but Jack’s hand on his shoulder stopped him before he got off the bed.
“Wait up, Ennis. Don’t be that way, ok? I think it’s hot as shit, you know that right?” Jack scootched up behind him, pressed his chest against Ennis’s back and dropped a kiss on his shoulder.
Ennis blew out a breath and leaned back into him. “It’s just kinda embarrassing, I guess.”
“How come? We jerk off all the time when we’re apart. What makes you think this is any different?”
“I dunno. Just seems different to me.” He rolled his neck to the side, tried to find words to explain it because this wasn’t his first rodeo. Jack would crawl up inside his brain and dig it out if Ennis couldn’t come up with something. “Like too premeditated or something.”
“Hmm…” Jack slipped his hands around Ennis’s middle, started toying with his belly hairs, which tickled. “So it’s ok if you get in the shower and spontaneously start rubbin’ one off, because you didn’t really think about it, it just happened. But if you get a dildo and some lube outta the drawer and proceed to do yourself, it’s… weird?”
It didn’t sound like Jack had it completely figured out yet, but Ennis didn’t know how to steer him any closer. Some feelings were too complicated to explain, no matter how close to somebody you were. “Yeah. I guess weird’s as good a word as any.”
“You know it’s ok to want sex when I’m not around, right? Maybe that sounds egotistical or something and I don’t mean it that way, but I just want you to know that I don’t expect every sexual thought you have to be just about me. Sometimes I think about you and I listen to that recording on my phone, but sometimes I think about other people or watch porn or whatever.”
Jack may as well’ve said, “blah blah yada yada blah OTHER PEOPLE blah yada blah” for all Ennis heard. “Like who?”
“Huh?”
“Who? You said you think about other people. Like who?”
“Hell, Ennis, I dunno. Some actor - like those Hemsworth dudes are pretty fuckin’ hot - or maybe a football player.” He rubbed a knuckle into Ennis’s ribs hard enough to make him squirm. “Or you know, just some random dude who happens to ask me out to dinner and send me pictures of his dick on my phone.”
“Shut up! I never thought about doing shit with him.”
Jack eased up with the knuckling, linked his fingers across Ennis’s belly. “Yeah, I know. I believe you, I’m just giving you shit. Don’t get a chance to do that very often. Seems like I stay in trouble way more than you.”
“Maybe.” Ennis laughed softly. “Keeps things interesting though.”
“Yeah, that’s a good way of looking at it.” Jack kissed his shoulder, let his hands start to wander around Ennis’s front side, up to his nipples which he apparently felt needed just a little more tweaking. “Speakin’ of keepin’ things interesting, if you stay home with me today I’ll throw in some chocolate chip pancakes with breakfast, and later, after we take a fucking nap already because I can’t even believe I was awake before six o’clock this morning, I’ll let you do me with your toy. You can fuck me with it, then leave it in me and ride me. Bet that’d be fuckin’ hot as holy hell!”
That sent a delicious sizzle of dirty-boy joy straight to Ennis’s very tired and used-up-for-the-moment cock, and with the offer of a nap and pancakes in the meantime while the rest of his body recovered, Ennis figured Jack’s plan was just about perfect. His dad could handle the world for one day - he was playing hooky.
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