Page 37 of The Long Way Found

"Sit," Luke said, pulling Jack's pants all the way off as Jack disposed of his shirt.

Luke looked up at him, eyes dark with want. Luke gripped Jack's thighs, leaned forward slowly, and took Jack into his mouth. Slowly, deliberately, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Jack's head fell back, a groan escaping his throat.

Luke worked him with single-minded focus—tongue tracing every vein, lips sealed tight, taking him deeper with each plunge. The way Luke's eyes fluttered closed, the small sounds he made, the way his body moved… Jack could tell Luke was lost in it. Luke formed a tube of flesh and suction with his hands and mouth, jacking him furiously with hands, lips, and tongue.

"Christ," Jack breathed, hand finding Luke's wet hair. "Your mouth⁠—"

Luke hummed around him, the vibration making Jack's hips jerk. He took Jack deeper, relaxing his throat until his nose was buried in Jack's bush, and devoured him.

Luke hadn't touched his own cock, but Jack could see the tent in his joggers. Luke's face was completely focused, intent, and lost in it.

"Luke—" Jack's hand tightened in his hair. "I'm close⁠—"

Luke didn't pull back. If anything, he doubled down, eyes locked on Jack's face, watching. Staring each other down.

When Jack at last unloaded, Luke closed his eyes and received it patiently, swallowing only when Jack was finally spent.

Luke pulled off slowly, licking the head of Jack's penis to get the last drop and then his own lips instinctively. Jack's hand gripped his hair again, ready to turn the tables, no break in mind.

"My turn," Jack said, voice rough.

Before Luke could respond, Jack moved. He pulled Luke up, spun him around, and pressed Luke's chest against the wall. Luke braced himself as Jack dropped to his knees behind him.

He gripped Luke's ass cheeks, spread him open, hungry and impatient. He licked Luke’s hole without hesitation, making Luke gasp.

"Jack—" Luke started, his whole body going rigid. "Oh fuck⁠—"

Jack didn't pause. He kept pushing his tongue inside, holding Luke open, taking everything he wanted.

Luke's body eased into it as his forehead pressed against the wallpaper, his breath coming in uneven gasps. "Jesus—fuck—Jack⁠—"

Jack worked him relentlessly: tongue circling, penetrating, retreating. Luke trembled, pushing back against his mouth and urging him ever deeper. One of Luke's hands dropped between his legs, gripping his own cock.

"That's it," Jack murmured against him. "Stroke yourself."

Jack doubled down, pushing deeper, then easing back just enough to drive Luke crazy until he could only gurgle broken, desperate sounds from deep within.

"I'm gonna—" Luke gasped. "Fuck, I'm…"

His whole body went rigid, shaking as Luke came with a shout that echoed off the walls and probably through them. Jack held his hips, his tongue gentle now, easing him down.

When Luke's knees buckled, Jack caught him, pulling him back against his chest. They stood there, wordless, both breathing hard.

"Holy shit," Luke managed after a moment.

Jack's arms were wrapped around him from behind, keeping him steady. "Yeah."

"I think we both needed that," Luke said after they'd fallen onto bed.

CHAPTER 12

JACK

"So, here's a question for you," Luke said after a few quiet moments. "Are you strictly a top?"

Jack's hand stilled on Luke's back. "Why do you ask?"

"Just curious."