| Tone Him Down |
"It amazes me, every time you manage to get in a fight with him," Ethan said, walking side by side next to Jackson through the damp Summer night.
"Carlton's an ass. He talks shit like he's this genius that's just between jobs, 'waiting for his talent to be recognized by the mayor's office.' Fuck. Off."
Ethan couldn't help but smirk. "You should just ignore him."
"I'd rather not hang out with him at all." They rounded the corner, crossing the Westminster Bridge toward their apartment.
"But you love Cheryl," Ethan teased.
"Yes, unfortunately I do."
"Just try, in future, not to wolf out on his ass. I swear, you were two clicks away from your eyes lighting up."
"Maybe."
"We could always try and find her a boyfriend. That always breaks friends apart," Ethan grinned.
"With the company she keeps, no, I'll take my chances with Carlton-Fucking-Macdonald."
"Alright then, I don't wanna' hear it."
Jackson looked over at his boyfriend, noting his profile features. Ethan was taller, true, and he was damn sure toner underneath that jacket, but Jackson was prettier; his boyfriend's assessment for sure, one which the former alpha reminded him of all the time. Pretty boy. Ethan's favorite for-all-use nickname for him. Yet, Jackson didn't consider himself better looking; Ethan was just as sharp, but easier on the eyes. He had a natural and welcoming boy-next door look, where Jackson considered himself the model-next door that would tear your face off.
He pulled his eyes away from Ethan's relaxed smile and looked forward, his gaze landing on the back of the older woman's head several feet ahead of them. He reached over and linked their arms, long over the initial worry about being seen with another boy. Ethan pulled him tight and smiled at him. "Should we grab a coffee?"
Jackson thought about it, about his favorite slice of chocolate cake they served right across the street. But he also wanted Ethan tonight, and coffee and cake on a full stomach wouldn't make the night's intimacy very fun for either of them.
"I know the argument rattling around in that pretty little head of yours," Ethan spoke softly into his ear. "You want something sweet, but you also want me to rip those pants off you. It is my turn after all."
Jackson's dick twitched, playing it off, though, not missing a beat. "You couldn't handle me tonight."
"That right?" Ethan said, turning to crowd Jackson up against the railing.
Jackson bumped up against it and pulled Ethan's waist tight against him by his lower back. "That is right. I'm all riled up from dinner."
"Because of Carlton, or was it when we went to the bathroom?"
Jackson's grin widened. "Oh, I think you can guess."
"Maybe I should just get you upstairs and make you squirm. Bring you down slowly. Make it a long one."
The former kanima lurched forward, forcing their lips together, bringing a hand up to the buzzed-hair on the back of Ethan's head. Like most of their kisses, it was rough. A true battle of dominance between two self-proclaimed top-dogs. Ethan put both hands on the railing, leaning his weight forward, arching Jackson's body back. He laughed into their kiss, keeping his nose bumped against Ethan's. "Alright, alright. You win, Steiner."
"I always do," Ethan said with a peck to Jackson's lips. He leaned back and tugged his shorter boyfriend with him. They reconnected with their arms, Ethan's resting over Jackson's shoulder, the latter wrapping his around Ethan's lower back.
They started walking again when the former kanima smirked. "Cake really does sound good, though," Jackson admitted. Ethan sighed, but laughed when Jackson bumped his hip with his own. "I'll abstain, though; just for you."
"Good, 'cuz I'm definitely not abstaining when we get in the door. Your ass is mine, pretty boy."
/ | * | * | \
In the late hours of Sunday morning they were still sleeping. They were stark naked, both boys on their stomachs with their bums bare-assed to the world. Their bedroom was a mess, reeking of man and axe and sweat and cum and sex. The air was heavy, hot from the sun, their closed door trapping it all in. Their sheets were torn, streaks of dried blood on the white linen where one of them had rolled onto their backs sometime after being scratched; of course those marks were long gone by now, along with every bite and bruise that had been left in so many places.
Ethan stirred first. He ran his hand over his face and back up into his hair. He squeezed his eyes shut before opening them again, refocusing. He looked over at his boyfriend and smiled. His dick began to move simply by looking at him, at Jackson's peaceful face, at his sun-kissed skin, at his defined pair of mounds that guarded his cavernous treasure. The taller werewolf grinned to himself, musing how he should rouse his lover. He pushed himself up slowly, getting to his feet quietly. He walked to the foot of the bed and pulled back the sheet that rested just below Jackson's globes. He crept up onto the bed. Crawled forward. Leaned down and spread Jackson wide.
"Nnn...what're you doing?" Jackson grumbled against the pillow.
"Morning inspection," Ethan said with a grin before licking flat against his raw hole.
"Fuhhh...wow, okay."
Ethan pulled back and kissed the inner side of one of Jackson's cheeks. He nuzzled his nose at it, brushing his stubble against the softer skin. The other werewolf smiled, only to lose it in a moan when his lover dipped back in again with his tongue. His lips pushed deep, encircling Jackson's entrance as his tongue pushed at it. Parting it. Breaching it.
"Fuck, Ethan!" Jackson cried with a thrust into the bed. Ethan stilled him, holding his ass in place so he could thrust in and out. Jackson was keen to writhe, his legs squirming, his hands grasping tight at anything he could. His dick couldn't get enough friction against the soft linens to compensate for the pleasure Ethan was giving him. He was trapped. He could only pant and moan and make noises. He was forced to submit by one puckered little place.
After a minute, Ethan pulled back, his lips wet and his forehead carrying a sheen of sweat. Jackson gasped for air as he looked back, seeing Ethan's red agape lips pull into a smile. "Happy birthday, Jackson," he said before diving right back in again.
/ | * | * | \
"Please tell me you're moving out of there soon," Jackson said to the woman standing next to them.
"Soon as I start the new job, love," Cheryl said.
"Which is when, again?" Ethan asked, taking Jackson's umbrella out of the plastic protective bag and stepping forward to the restaurant door.
"September," she answered as she walked out into the raining street. "First week I believe."
"Can't come soon enough," Jackson admitted, following after her.
"You American boys just want the best of this city," she said. "Can't appreciate the grit."
"More that we'd rather not see you stabbed or shot coming out your building," Ethan corrected.
She started to make a face as Ethan drew up the umbrella, but Jackson made another right back at her. "Peckham's that bad, don't deny it. We wouldn't be escorting you to and from if it wasn't."
She shook her head, but took his arm anyway. "And you know I appreciate it, love."
"You'd better," Jackson teased. "You won't find snarkier friends than us."
"I dunno,'" she mused, "I'm sure I could pick up another couple at the club that's just as fun."
"Not at Queen's Town, Cher,'" he mused back. "We're the best of the best. Which reminds me, how exactly did you get in there."
Ethan slapped his boyfriend's back. "Be nice."
Cheryl grinned. "I'm a woman of many talents. I'd show you, but I don't think your little toy would like to watch."
"Who's little?" Ethan complained.
"He's really not," Jackson said with a smirk. She laughed and they continued on towards the tube. The ride to Denmark Hill Station took them a significant amount of time. They walked her up the stairs onto the street level and led her to her apartment building, one away from the busier main street. When they got closer, however, their evening took a dip when one young, chav-looking skin-head walked towards them, bumping hard into Ethan's shoulder as he passed by.
"Fucking poofs," the man muttered.
Ethan and Cheryl were intent on just getting her home. His boyfriend, however, wasn't. "Jackson, don't," Ethan said when the other werewolf had stopped. His face reddened and his expression twitched as he turned.
"You wanna' say that to my face!" Jackson yelled. The man turned around and stomped up to him, getting in the werewolf's face.
"I seen ya' 'round," the taller man began, his finger moving threateningly into his pocket. "Seen ya' and yer' poof boyfriend."
"Watching us, then? Like what you see?" Jackson challenged.
The man didn't offer a retort. He swung out with his pocket hand, a switchblade in his grasp. Jackson was ready for it, though, having heard the spike in the guy's heartbeat right before the swing. He dodged and thrusted his palm into the man's chest in one fluid motion. The guy stumbled backward, losing his balance enough so when Jackson punched the man's gripping arm, he fell over in the process. He was on the man instantly, knees aside his waist, his fist hammering into the man's nose.
"Jackson!"
The former kanima froze, an echo of the former alpha's voice tremoring inside him. He looked down at the bloodied man, his motions indicating that was barely conscious. Jackson stood, getting off him, looking at his own fist. He took a step back, his eyes locked on the blood coating his knuckles, bit by bit dripping off from the rain. He felt a hand at his shoulder. He turned and Ethan pulled him in for a kiss, one meant to snap him out of his trance. Warmth between the lips did the trick. He pulled back and looked into his boyfriend's concerned eyes.
"C'mon," Ethan said. "He'll be alright. Let's just go." Jackson nodded. They followed Cheryl into her apartment building before bidding her a good night. She didn't hug Jackson like normal; she was timid after that. After she climbed the stairs, the couple went out onto the street and waited for a taxi. They never spoke. Jackson was wrapped in his thoughts, about what he'd say, how he'd apologize, all despite the chemo-signals Ethan was giving off that suggested he wasn't mad.
When they finally got home, Jackson went into the bathroom, his mind telling him that he wasn't hiding. He stripped out of his blazer and button down. He tore off his shoes and slacks and socks. He looked over himself. He peered at his knuckles, any trace of blood washed away by the rain, any trace of bruising diminished from his supernatural healing. It was if it hadn't happened. But Cheryl, the friend he's known since coming to London, she knew it happened. Ethan knew it happened. And he knew it happened.
He sat down on the lid of the toilet and rubbed the inch of his forehead just over his eyes. He hadn't snapped like that in a long time, not since his days as a slave to his reptilian form. He hadn't felt that surge of violence streak through his conscious mind since his fight with Scott McCall in the locker room. He had liked it then. The power. Tonight, though, the sound of Ethan's voice, the look on Cher's face, he didn't like either of those.
"Jackson?" Ethan's voice came through the door. "Jackson?" Ethan tried again when the shorter boy didn't respond. "Come on out, please. You know I'm not mad so, come on." Jackson inhaled deeply. He looked down and his hands were shaking, just as they had when he'd been trapped inside the lock-up van. "Jackson?"
The werewolf closed his eyes and exhaled. He stood and slowly opened the door. He looked right into Ethan's eyes. "I'm sorry."
But Ethan smiled at him, just as bright as it always was. "It's okay. It's really not as big a deal as you're making it out to be. With what we've been through, flattening a guy really doesn't come close to big." Jackson smiled back at him, still embarrassed in his own right. He moved passed Ethan to sit at the edge of their bed, taking note that Ethan was dressed for bed in his boxers and wife-beater. The former alpha sat right next to him, taking Jackson's hand into his. "Don't beat yourself up. The guy was an ass. An attempted killer, now that I think about it. It's an even shitter neighborhood than I thought."
"You're too easy on me," Jackson admitted, looking down at their hands and squeezing.
"I know, but I love you."
Jackson beamed at him. "I love you, too. No doubt in my mind."
"You should also know, I had to keep Aiden in check my entire life. He always got us into trouble. Always started shit. And then I met you and I'm doing the same thing. You both have a streak of asshole in you. Something must be wrong with me. I mean, we did kind of talk about this last night."
"Yeah, we did. But, you should know, this asshole you can eat," Jackson said with a smirk. "And oh do you. Lord knows you're a big eater," he added seductively.
"Jackson—"
"Okay, okay. No more provoking fights, but shit, those pants were so tight on you tonight. Can we fuck already?"
"Asshole," Ethan muttered as he leaned over and took Jackson's lips to his own.
"You love it," Jackson said, pulling away.
"Shut up," Ethan breathed before thrusting Jackson onto his back. The former kanima collapsed, laughing until his boyfriend followed him down and silenced him with his lips. Jackson slid his fingers into the hair on the back of Ethan's head, gliding through the buzzed threads. Ethan shifted, clambering on top of his boyfriend and between his legs, his bulge shoving just under Jackson's. Jackson wrapped his hands around the middle of his boyfriend's back, rubbing them down to eventually grab at Ethan's blue-plaid boxer shorts, to grab at that perfect bubbly ass. The former alpha ground into him. He made the boy beneath him gasp out of their kiss. He moved to the former kanima's neck and attacked with his lips. With his tongue. With his teeth.
Jackson pulled up at Ethan's grey wife-beater, the latter arching to let the other get it completely off. He moved back to Jackson's neck, trailing down onto his chest and going for one of his pointed perky nipples. Using his teeth more than anything, he forced Jackson to cry out and squirm. The latter's hands moved back to Ethan's hair, pushing him tighter against his chest, goading Ethan into biting harder. He drew blood and Jackson jerked, his eyes whitening and refocusing as he yelled out. His dick pulsed, twitching against the still abdomen pressing against it.
"Ethan…" he panted. The alpha didn't stop his assault, though. The bud suctioned up in his lips was red, bruising from the constricting hold and the teeth that scraped at it. "Ethan, get off it, please." Ethan smirked and bit down hard, forcing blood to gush from the former breach, his fingers squeezing at the twin bud. The noise Jackson wanted to make got caught in his throat. His boxer trunks dampened at the tip of his bulge.
"You came," Ethan stated, looking up at Jackson, his lips wide, revealing his perfect teeth.
Jackson came down from his high. His breath was jagged and harsh. He opened his eyes and looked down at Ethan's bright face. "God, I love you," he breathed.
"I know."
Jackson smirked. "Get up here." Ethan slid back up his body, their sweaty chests pressing against each other. The shorter boy pulled him in, smashing their lips together, their tongues snaking around each other. The breath between them was hot. The rubbing of their skin together was slick. The chemo-signals coursing through the room were filled with lust and desire and need. "I'm gonna' fuck you," Jackson said, pulling back, their noses pressed aside each other.
"Not if I fuck you first," Ethan countered. A second paused before they started to wrestle. All grins and laughter. With muscles bulging and legs twisting. Their arms tangled. Their bodies flipped. They were both determined, so in need of the other. They got naked in the process, Ethan's boxers getting tossed up onto the lamp on the wall, Jackson's dark red boxer trunks getting lost under the sheets. Finally, they ended up right back where they stared, albeit on another part of the bed. Jackson was on his back, Ethan right on top of him. The former alpha had the other's wrists pinned to the bed. Their eyes were trapped in a stare. Their mouths were tugged wide.
"Alright then," Jackson said between jagged breaths. "Fuck me, alpha."
Ethan responded by flipping Jackson under him, turning the boy over onto his stomach. He kissed at the back of Jackson's neck, his hands caressing his shoulders. Jackson grabbed lightly at the sheets, his face planted in the linens, his forehead flat against the mattress. He was smiling, noting every one of his boyfriend's ministrations. Ethan pulled his lips away and licked at the spot. Then just below. And down again. And again. He licked all the way to the top of that crack.
"Not again…" Jackson breathed in desperation. "Too much."
"Just a taste," Ethan said before dipping between his cheeks.
"Fuck…Ethan, damn…unghh…"
Ethan lapped at him fast, teasing him more than anything. Jackson's pucker squelched, pushing out and tightening in uncontrollably. "God, I wanna' abuse you. This, right here. Make you come against from just your hole."
"Stop teasing and fuck me this time," Jackson growled between clenched teeth before moaning. Ethan had licked flat against him, his nose buried between his sweaty mounds. He licked at him one last time before going lower, taking Jackson's downward-trapped dick into his mouth. "Hah…yeah…" Jackson arched his back and his neck, looking straight at their headboard. Ethan pushed further, taking more of him in, lips tight around his shaft, the top of his head gliding over his tongue. The shorter boy was painfully hard, tortured too much for this to go on. But Ethan persisted, pulling back and taking him in, bobbing his lips around his lover's phallus. "Eth…c'mon, babe…" Ethan pulled back and licked at him, flattening a stripe up his shaft, over his balls, across his perineum, and over his hole. Jackson fell flat against the bed, pre-cum dribbling out of his slit.
He heard Ethan spit. Twice. Felt a hot press of skin to his entrance. Jackson barely got to look behind him when Ethan sank balls deep inside, his full weight falling onto him. "Shit! Fuck, Ethan!"
"Oh my god, I love being inside you, Jax," Ethan cooed against his ear. He nipped at it, dragging his lobe between his teeth.
"You're the devil," Jackson groaned, arching his lower back, trying to get his lover deeper. Ethan's balls were flush against his own. His back was fitted perfectly against Ethan's sculpted chest.
"You fell into this spell willingly," Ethan teased. He pulled back and snapped forward. His balls slapped at Jackson's. His hips punched at his globes.
"Nngh, fuck yeah…"
Ethan repeated the motion and Jackson popped his ass right back at him. Ethan pushed Jackson's face into the bed and they continued like this. The shorter boy met every thrust as his boyfriend hammered into him. "Never…enough…of this…" Ethan cried between pounds.
"That…all…you…got…?" Jackson challenged.
Ethan wrapped his arms around Jackson's waist, drove deep into him, and flipped them over. The former alpha laid on his back, squeezing his lover's upper body tight against him as he pounded up into him. Jackson's head fell next to Ethan's, mouth agape and moaning with every drive. Ethan smacked extra hard into him, hitting Jackson's prostate, and stilled. Jackson had cried out, eyes clamped. "Wish I could see your face," Ethan said seductively against his cheek. "I wanna' see how much of that snark I've wiped off that pretty little face of yours." Not giving the other boy a chance to respond, he continued his motions, pulling back and snapping back in.
Jackson's throbbing cock bounced with every thrust, slapping against the boy's abdomen. His moans never seemed to stop. Ethan reached down and took Jackson's member in hand, jerking him in pace with it all. The former kanima's noises began to rise in volume, the pitch turning more into a whine. Ethan slipped two of his fingers into his mouth and Jackson began to suck, moaning against them. "Come for me, Jackson," Ethan commanded, aiming at the nerves he had intentionally neglected. He drove up at them with precise aim, knowing his lover's body intimately. And Jackson reciprocated. His mouth opened, Ethan's fingers still against his tongue as he cried and whined through his orgasm. "Ethan…" he managed. His cum shot up across his torso, painting his right unabused nipple before the rest of it globbed and dribbled over Ethan's slickening appendages. His asshole tightened around the invading cock, urging Ethan to a closer release.
Jackson panted hard, but finally his high subsided enough for him to sit up. He sat down all the way on Ethan's cock, shifting so his shins were flush against the bed and up against Ethan's body. He started to ride, lifting his ass up and down and rotating the member into him. "Oh my god, Jax," Ethan panted.
Jackson sucked at two of his fingers. "I am your god," Jackson said before reaching them down forcing them into Ethan's hole.
"Wait—fuck! You assh—"
"You love it. So shut up and come for me, babe," he said, enunciating with a hard smack of his ass against Ethan's hips.
"Fuck…you…" Ethan groaned, meeting Jackson's motions. He tried to get control back, but could only barely hold onto any. Jackson fell forward, though, his hole still on fire. His free arm straightened on the bed to balance him. His head fell, his hot face allowing the sweat to drip onto the sheets. He drove his fingers deeper into Ethan, causing his lover's thrusts to become more erratic. He curled them, pushing against Ethan's prostate. "Fuck!" Jackson wiggled his fingers back and forth, catching his nails against the oversensitive flesh. It was seconds later that he felt the flooding warmth inside him. That he felt Ethan push in deep and still. That he heard him whimper and pant at Jackson's abbreviated name.
When Ethan calmed, his eyes closed and breath light, Jackson pulled off and got up. He flipped off the lights before clambering right back on the bed. He laid next to Ethan, turning on his side. He reached behind him and pulled at Ethan's hand, urging him to spoon in behind him. The former alpha complied. He curled his arm up, his hand landing on the spatter of Jackson's cum on his pec. He retrieved his hand and lapped it, smiling in delight. Ethan wrapped his leg over Jackson's, entangling his foot with the boy's. Jackson grinned and reached between them. He pushed back at Ethan's hip and dove deeper, grabbing the boy's slick erection and maneuvering it at his hole. He pushed back at him and felt it sink inside him. They both released hushed moans of delight, reigniting that sense of lust within them.
"Go to sleep. I just need you there," Jackson said.
"Mmm." Ethan tightened his hold on his boyfriend. He nuzzled against the back of his head, breathing him in. The familiar shampoo and gel and sweat in his hair. The permeating soap and musk and heat from the rest of his body. He couldn't help but push into him when a spike of want surged into his cock.
"Ngh. I love you, Ethan."
"Me, too, Jackson. Happy birthday."
