Page 93 of The Long Way Found

"Luke, I've spent my whole life trying to stay in control," Jack said quietly. "It's my comfort zone. I don't have to fight or defend myself when I'm managing everything."

He put a hand on Luke's shoulder.

"I don't want to be disconnected anymore. Not from you." He kissed Luke softly on the lips, then on his hands and each fingertip.

When he was done, Jack tilted his head slightly, his eyes wide open.

"Take me, Luke,” he whispered. “I want to give myself to you. Please."

Luke gave him a dreamy smile and ran his index finger along Jack's crooked nose. He kissed the tip of the nose, then Jack’s lips.

“I’ve got you,” he said. “I’ve got you.”

Luke rubbed Jack's shoulders, his traps, and the back of his neck, his hands moving down Jack's spine in long strokes. Jack rolled over, and Luke kissed his way down Jack's upper back, across his lower back, gently pushing Jack's knees apart.

"Oh, God," Jack breathed. "It's been so long since anyone⁠—"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Never. Please."

Luke continued slowly, reading every shift in breath. When he reached for the nightstand, he kept a hand on Jack's back.

"I want to be inside you, Jack. Are you ready?"

Jack lifted his hips and reached back. "Yes. Please."

Luke slicked his finger and pressed gently.

"Easy," Jack said. "It's been a while."

"I know. Relax."

He worked carefully until Jack was pressing back against him.

"More," Jack breathed. "Now. Please, Luke. God."

Luke positioned himself and slowly, firmly pressed the first part of himself into Jack. Jack inhaled sharply, and Luke stopped.

"Breathe," Luke said. "Breathe and relax, baby."

He pulled out, gave Jack a moment, and then tried again, this time sliding all the way in.

"Oh God," Jack said. "That's perfect."

It was a more subdued pace than when Luke had bottomed for Jack, but no less intense. As they grew more accustomed to the reversed dynamic, Jack said, "I want to see you."

He flipped onto his back and guided Luke back inside him, locking his ankles at the base of Luke's spine. "I want to see your face."

"Let go, Cash," Luke said softly. "Let go."

Jack's eyes were wet at the corners. Not from pain.

"Cash," Jack said. "I'm your Cash tonight. Call me Cash."

"You've always been Cash," Luke said, taking Jack’s face in his hands. "My Cash. Let go."

JACK