Page 18 of The Long Way Found

Their hands were everywhere on each other. Shoulders, backs, asses, rubbing them all to warm up anything that needed it. They stumbled through the hallway, still entangled. Jack would rather have fallen than stop touching him for even an instant.

Luke fumbled for the lamp. Amber light warmed the hallway’s wood floors and rugs.

Jack pressed him against the wall and worked at Luke’s sweater, quickly pulling it overhead and tossing it aside. Jack’s hands went right to the muscles of Luke’s smooth pecs, thumbs finding his nipples, circling, teasing. All impulse now, Jack followed with his mouth—teeth, tongue, swirling pressure.

Luke groaned. "Fuck."

Jack moved from one nipple to the other. Same treatment.

"God," Luke breathed. “Wait.”

Jack pulled back, and Luke unbuttoned Jack’s shirt and pushed it to the floor.

Jack felt Luke's hands moving over his hairy pecs, the warmth of Luke's palms pressing into the tight, proud muscle.

Moving lower, Luke slid his hand into Jack's boxers toward the cock he hadn’t touched in so long. Jack drew a sharp, urgent intake of breath. “God, yes,” he said softly.

Luke dropped to his knees and pulled Jack's pants down. Jack's cock sprang free, thick and hard.

Luke took him into his mouth without hesitation or warm-up.

The heat, the pressure, the sight of Luke on his knees—it was overwhelming. Jack's hand found Luke's hair, steadying himself.

"Fuck," Jack managed. "Luke⁠—"

Luke hummed around him and slowed his pace, the weight of Jack on his tongue for a minute or so. Jack didn’t want to stop, but he didn’t want to rush past the point of no return, either.

"Not yet," Jack said, voice rough. “We’ve got other things to do first.”

They stripped each other quickly and clumsily, fingers slipping, elbows knocking. Jack's belt hit the floor. Luke's jeans followed. Their bodies pressed together, unyielding and desperate, sliding against each other, against abs, against hair.

They broke apart, drinking in the sight of each other with unabashed hunger.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," Jack said.

"Shut up and fuck me," Luke replied.

Jack picked Luke up, hands under his arms. Luke wrapped his legs around Jack, gasping as Jack's mouth found his neck.

"Bedroom's down the hall," Luke said.

Jack carried him, kissing his neck, his jaw, his mouth.

"Lube’s in the nightstand," Luke said, breathing heavily.

Jack dropped him onto the bed, found it, then crawled back over him. "Condoms?"

"I'm negative and on PrEP," Luke said.

"Same."

Jack lay on top of Luke, his weight pressing Luke down—firm, grounding. Luke's legs spread, and he reached down to grip Jack's ass.

They devoured each other, their desire finally breaking free.

Luke pushed Jack onto his back and straddled him, reaching for the lube. He slicked himself, then Jack's cock, slowly stroking its length.

He sank slowly, taking Jack inch by inch. The stretch was intense, and he paused halfway to adjust.