Page 48 of The Long Way Found

Jack turned to face him and said, "Thanks for coming. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Yes, but not right now,” Luke said. “Thank you.”

They kissed, and this time when they pulled apart, Jack’s eyes were half-closed.

“I’ve missed you this week,” Jack said. “Could you stay over tonight?”

Luke smiled and nodded, but inside he was screaming: Finally!

“Come with me,” Jack said, taking his hand. They stumbled down the hall, tugging at their clothes. Jack pushed Luke onto the bed and stood over him.

"I’m gonna make you see God,” Jack said.

Luke’s breath froze. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Jack pulled his pants down to his knees, his cock pressing against his boxers, and knelt between Luke’s legs.

Luke lifted his hips as Jack pulled his jeans down. The cool air hit his skin for a second before Jack’s mouth was on him—hot, wet, and perfect.

“Oh, fuck,” Luke breathed.

Jack took his time, tongue drawing patterns before taking half, then more, then more into his mouth. His hands gripped Luke’s thighs, holding him firm as he worked. Rhythm building, pressure increasing, moving slowly up and down at first.

Luke’s fingers found Jack’s head, the bristle of his crew cut rough against his palms.

“Jack… fuck!”

Jack’s lips again circled wet and tight around the base of Luke’s cock, and Jack hollowed his cheeks to keep the pressure on as much as he could. He eased a slicked finger into Luke until he found the spot that made Luke gasp, then kept stroking in and out, hitting it again and again.

Jack nibbled his way down to Luke’s balls, tugging, then tonguing each one. He dragged his tongue all the way back up and then, lightning quick, was down all the way again.

Luke came hard and called Jack’s name like he was lost in a storm.

Jack swallowed, and moments later, Luke tasted himself when they kissed.

They lay like that, Jack resting on Luke’s chest, both content, Luke slightly buzzed from his orgasm, Jack’s lips and heaving body covering him like a heavy rug.

“Good?” Jack asked.

“Understatement,” Luke said, still catching his breath.

He reached for Jack’s boxers. “Your turn.”

Jack caught his hand. “I’m good,” he said.

Luke couldn’t believe it. Was he already retreating?

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” Jack said, standing and revealing a telltale wet spot on his underwear. “You already made me cum from sucking you.”

Luke felt his face flush. God, that was so hot, seeing this man who had just taken him apart, brick by brick, standing there like that.

Jack took off the underwear, put on another pair, stretched, and yawned loudly.

“Can we watch the game? Playoffs are on. I can bring my laptop.”

Luke blinked slowly and smiled. “Yeah, okay," he said.