Page 8 of The Handy Men
"Hopefully getting some sleep." Dean started flipping through the movies on screen from their video library.
"You know what's good for sleeping? Fucking your brains out."
He had to laugh at Jack's persistence. "All right, let's invite her for game night tomorrow and push some boundaries, and see how she reacts. If she gives us an inch, we'll take a mile. Sound good?"
"Yeah, I'll put some ribs on the barbecue. She can't resist my meat." He cupped his package.
Dean rolled his eyes when Jack licked his lips lasciviously. "Just remember, and I know this isn't your strong point, we have to be subtle." Dean picked out the movie Threesome.
"No, not that one. It ends badly. We're not going to end up like them."
Dean would do anything to take the sadness out of Jack's voice. "How about I just skip to the sexy parts and blow you?"
"Well, since you put it like that…" Jack set his wineglass on the table and then slid out of his pants. "I got a splinter in my knee from the pavilion floor. Maybe we should ask the town if they want us to sand it down and repaint it before the tourists get here." He picked at it, before pulling it out with his fingernails and flicking it aside.
"Better there than your ass." Dean set up the movie and stripped. He deliberately took his time shrugging out of his shirt and slowly unbuckling his belt. Jack's eyes were riveted on him, and Dean couldn't believe he was lucky enough to have a man like him in his life.
"Fuck, I like looking at you," Jack said when Dean kicked off his jeans. "Are you sure I can't convince you to get a tattoo?"
"My body is a temple," Dean said, and then gestured to Jack's colorful chest. "I’ll look at your hotness all day, but I'm not putting a mark on my skin."
"How about I do it then?" Jack yanked Dean back down on the couch and kissed him roughly.
Dean pushed back until their teeth clacked. He was as frustrated as Jack was about Paige. He wanted her between them. He wanted to hear her moan when they both touched her. Dean rubbed himself over Jack.
Jack smacked his palm on Dean's ass. Dean reached over and pulled Jack's stiff cock. He liked playing rough. Usually, they both took turns with each other, playing hard and fast. When they had a woman, though, their lovemaking tended to be gentler. Dean missed that sweetness and that slow pace.
"Suck my cock," Jack ordered, pushing him down.
Dean went eagerly. He was still a little worked up about seeing Paige watching them. Both he and Jack loved an audience, but with Paige it had been more intimate. Jack pressed play on the remote and Lara Flynn Boyle and her two lovers writhed together on the screen.
"I like Y Tu Mama Tambien better," Jack said, his voice husky with desire.
Taking Jack deep in his throat, he swallowed. Then Dean moved up his cock with a slow, hard suction.
"But that also ended badly. Why isn't there ever a happily ever after for people like us?"
Because Jack was guiding his head to take all of him, Dean couldn’t answer.
"Why wasn't it enough for Stephanie?" he whispered.
Dean didn't want to answer, even when Jack's hands fell away and he was able to move his head freely on Jack's cock. Stephanie had wanted to marry Dean and have Jack move out for appearances sake, but the thought of pushing him aside had been too painful, and Dean had asked Jack to marry him instead of Stephanie.
Because Stephanie had broken Jack's heart, they would have to be more guarded with Paige. But Dean didn't want a convenient threesome. He wanted a permanent lover. He wanted a wife to go with his husband. And so did Jack—even if he wouldn't let his broke heart admit it.
To wipe away the memories, he concentrated on giving his husband the best blow job of his life. Dean loved the salty-sweet taste of him and the way Jack held his breath when the pleasure built to a fever pitch.
Jack grunted and slapped Dean's ass, gripping it before hitting him again. "I like putting marks on your body. You like it, too, don’t you?"
Moaning in agreement, Dean bobbed his head faster over Jack's cock. Would Paige get scared off if they asked her to join in? Were they crazy to try again with another woman? It was just about perfect the way it was. They didn't need a woman, but they wanted one. Both of them were bisexual and had shared women even before they started dating.
Dean would never forget the first time Jack kissed him. The lady they'd gone home with had fallen asleep, but Jack and Dean were still too wired. It started out as a friendly argument over who was going to shower first and escalated into a little pushing and shoving. Dean had pinned Jack to the floor in triumph. Of course, looking back, it was obvious what happened next. Like straight guys wrestle naked all the time, right?
Jack had kissed him and they wound up rolling around on the floor while their lover snored. Jack had bottomed for him that night because it was Dean’s first time with a man, but they experimented until Dean loved being a switch as much as Jack did.
"Yeah," Jack growled, continuing to slap Dean’s ass.
The sting of the blows was worth the warmth on his ass cheeks. Dean's cock ground into the leather of the couch as he slowly engulfed Jack's cock in his mouth, teasing him with his tongue and just a touch of teeth. The soft leather felt good and he rocked his hips into it to increase the friction.
