AN: Hi everybody! Here is the anticipated chapter two. Sorry it took soooo long to write this – I just wasn't sure if I should. But, here it is!

The happy couple share a role reversal here. Hope u enjoy this. This was…HARD to write. Get it?! LOL

Thanks to garethglee14 and umbrella0326. Ur support is AMAZING! X3

HAVE A NICE DAY

ILOVESMESOMEGLEE

Chapter 2

A calendar…a hazy calendar…..one ten, sixteen, and twenty-nine.

Thirty.

Thirty.

Thirty.

Paul's eyes snapped open. The number 'thirty' still kept repeating in his mind. And he knew exactly why.

He looked down at his arms to find the reason. The true love of his life was wrapped up in them. No longer was this man, this truly magnificent man, away from his stupid, little life. No. After an agonizing thirty year separation, Jack Hampton was now safely secured in his arms.

Paul sighed. Jack stirred. The clock displayed a time that neither cared about.

"Did I wake you?" Paul whispered. He felt Jack smile against his hairy chest.

"No…."

"Come onnnnn!" Paul chided.

Jack chuckled and squeezed Paul. "OK. Maybe a little."

"How do I wake you up a little?"

THIS time, Jack laughed out loud. "Shut up. You know what I mean."

Paul sniggered but didn't say anything. Instead, he just held the motorcycle mechanic a little tighter.

"I had a dream." Paul suddenly said.

"Oh yeah?" Jack answered, looking up at him. "Was I in it?"

"Not exactly."

Jack's eyebrows furrowed a little. "Huh?"

Paul pulled back a little so he could look into Jack's eyes. GOD, HE'S STILL SO BEAUTIFUL.

"Well," Paul began. He scratched his nose and then let his hand fall gently on Jack's shoulder, gently caressing it. "There was a calendar."

"A…c-calendar?" Jack hesitantly asked.

"Yeah. Anyway, these numbers kept appearing. And, they just kinda…I don't know. They just kept popping up…until it got to the number thir-"

"Thirty…" Jack said with a hint of astonishment.

"Yes. Thirty."

Paul was too distracted to see Jack's dumbfounded eyes. Finally, he looked at Jack's face and instantly his eyebrows lifted in surprise.

"What?" Paul asked.

"I…I think I had the same dream."

"What?!"

"Yeah! At least…I think so."

"What happened?" Paul asked. He repositioned himself a little so he could look directly into Jack's eyes.

Jack cleared his throat. "Well…it TOO had a calendar in it." Paul's eyes widened. "But, it didn't exactly go like yours did." Paul relaxed his eyes. "Instead, it…well, it's hard to explain."

Paul blinked and otherwise, did nothing, patiently waiting for him to continue. He did, however, resume stroking Jack's strong, soft shoulder. Silence vacuumed the room, as if the world was waiting for Jack to continue.

"In my dream," Jack began, "I was repairing a 30/30 Honda motorcycle. And whenever I turned around to grab a part, every single box just had the number thirty written on it, in big, bold letters." Jack held up his hands in a box-shape, as if to illustrate his point.

Paul smiled as Jack continued. "And whenever I returned to the bike, there was always a calendar flipping from twenty-nine to thirty."

Paul said nothing.

"That's it." Jack announced. And then, he looked up into Paul's eyes and stroked his cheek. "Thirty…"

"Thirty…"

Suddenly, lips met. Paul secured Jack's chin in place as Jack grabbed the back of Paul's head. And then just as suddenly, the kiss intensified. Jack shifted up, lips still locked, until the men were eye-level with each other. Arms groped in the dark for each other's abruptly not-so-lonely bodies. Heads shifted, tongues explored, and erections pressed onto each other.

"I want you…" Jack whispered.

"Ohhhh, Jack. I've wanted you too for so long that-"

"No," Jack softly interrupted. "I mean…I want YOU."

For a moment, Paul looked confused. And then, understanding crossed his features, followed quickly by fear and maybe a little panic.

"Please, Paul. Please…"

Jack kissed along Paul's strong jaw and then his throat. But he could feel the silent panic in Paul's body and quickly understood.

"I'll…I'll walk you through it, Paul. Just…please. Please let me share this with you…"

"I…I…"

Paul's hesitation and fear were very clear. So, Jack pulled back and looked at him directly in the eyes, an effort to calm him.

"Don't worry, Paul. It's OK. It really is."

It didn't work. Paul just stared at him, worry seeping out of his eyes. Hating see that, Jack kissed Paul's eyes gently, holding onto Paul's shoulder for support. Paul's hands came to a grinding halt around Jack, a signal that everything was not alright. So, Jack took the initiative.

"Think of it," Jack whispered, his breath ghosting on Paul's cheek, "as a way to accept all of me." Jack pulled back and tried to smile away Paul's anxiety. Again, it didn't work. "I know you're scared. I know. But I'm not hearing 'no'…"

Paul just stared at him, unable to say anything.

"Oh Paul. Paul, Paul, Paulllll…"

Jack turned and lied down flat on the bed. He was barely situated before he pulled the elder Karofsky to him, placing his head on Jack's chest. He languidly stroked Paul's back repeatedly in an effort to soothe him. It worked and it didn't work.

PERHAPS THIS IS GOING A BIT TOO FAST.

"If you-"

"OK." Paul whispered.

Astonished, Jack stopped and pulled his head to the side in an effort to read Paul's features. Paul shifted and looked up at him.

"OK."

Jack very slowly exhaled and said. "I promise. I promise I'll go easy and-"

"I know." Paul quietly said. "Oh God, I know. It's just…does it..does…does it…hurt?"

"A little at first." Jack quickly said. "And then…then…you'll have me, Paul. You'll have ALL of me…."

Paul shakily exhaled. "O-OK…"

And then, a pair of beautiful smiles lit the room. Traces of passion became volcanoes of love as the two men reached a better understanding then. Jack slowly and deliberately took action. He gently clutched Paul's shoulders and pulled him down on the bed. Paul's breathing became erratic as a series of 'shhhh's' flowed from Jack's comforting mouth. He pressed his body against Paul's and Paul became aware that Jack was ready. MORE than ready. Jack's body sang with passion.

Jack's lips met Paul's as Jack's hand reached for the Vaseline, still mounted above Paul on the headboard.

More comforting 'shhh's' flooded the room.

And then, Jack paused. Carefully, he detached his lips and lied on top of the love of his life, staring into slightly scared eyes. A small smile formed on Jack's face, STILL trying to calm the nerves of Paul Karofsky. Cupping his face with both hands, Jack quickly kissed Paul. It was just a simple kiss of reassurance, trust, and love.

And that was all it took. Paul was putty in his hands and completely willing.

Paul was about to receive the shock of his life and Jack knew that. So, to ease this completely new experience for his love, he let Paul watch as Jack dipped his index finger into the now-opened jar of Vaseline. After his finger was sufficiently lubricated, he very slowly lowered his hand, knowing full well that Paul was watching.

He gently lifted Paul's right leg, letting him keep his foot on the bed. Then he did the same thing with Paul's left leg.

"Shhhh…" Jack cooed. "Let it go…"

Paul took a deep breath, held it, and slowly exhaled just as Jack entered him. A sharp inhale of breath escaped from Paul's mouth.

"Shhh…" Jack cooed again. "Shhhh…."

Finally, FINALLY, Paul exhaled. And right at that moment, Jack turned his finger and Paul violently shivered.

"Let it goooo…. Let it gooooo…"

A moan floated out of Paul's mouth as his head fell to the left. Eyes closed, Paul let himself be entered gently. Oh so gently. His head returned only to fall to the right, eyes closed again as Jack continued to roll and roll and roll. And then, slowly, oh so, so slowly, Jack pulled out only to go right back in. Again, there was that sharp inhale. But this time, Paul didn't rock at the invasion. Instead, he fell into it with all the passion in the world.

Paul sensed that Jack was about to do something else. And he was right. But this time, the fingered invasion felt…different. Bolder. BIGGER.

Jack slipped in another finger and the twin invasion was a little harder to take. But Jack's slow, patient movement only sent Paul into spasms of pure, passionate, pleasure.

He rolled his head. He closed his eyes. He rolled his head back. He opened his eyes. He lifted his head. He dropped his head. He lost control.

"Please Jack," Paul whispered. "Please…more…more…MORE…"

A gentle smile on his face, Jack's hand returned to the jar and scooped up more lubrication than was necessary. Swiftly, he placed the oiled gel on his cock and gradually rose to his knees. Paul automatically let his feet come off the bed just as Jack lifted Paul's legs higher.

"Are you ready?" Jack breathed.

"Please Jack. Please. Please!"

And that was all it took. Tentatively, Jack let the head of his cock just barely enter Paul. The sharp intake of breath from BOTH men caught each other off guard. But neither could take the delay any longer. They both needed this.

Jack entered Paul.

It was as if, even with their eyes closed, that the stars had come down from heaven. Jack arched his back as he towered over the spasming man below him. 'Ohhh's' and 'Ahhh's' escaped both men's mouths, begging for this feeling, this overwhelming crushing feeling not to stop!

"Oh Jack!"

"Oh Paul!"

Their unisoned voices pushed their passionate levels to tolerate beyond their capabilities! Jack pistoned further and further into a surprisingly willing Paul as each thrust sent spikes of pure love throughout their bodies. Soon, the bed was rocking with Jack's rhythm. Heads rolled, voices begged not to stop, arms desperately groped each other.

"Oh dear God in Heaven, Paul!"

"PLEASE don't stop Jack!"

Jack lowered his body, pushing Paul's legs up further on his shoulders as the rocking went on and on and on. Paul rocked his head back and with a snarl, Jack lunged for Paul's throat. Paul yelled as Jack's teeth made contact with his sensitive throat. Paul's hands shook around Jack's back as the pistoning intensified.

"Oh no!" Jack screamed. "Oh no! Not yet!"

"I need it, Jack. I need it. Do it!"

"Oh noooooo!"

Jack exploded into Paul. Jack's growls turned into passionate moans as the thrusts gradually slowed, both in number and force. A few more thrusts and Jack emptied into Paul.

Finally, FINALLY, Jack came to a stop and collapsed on top of Paul, breathing heavily, feeling Paul's comforting hands on his back. A few moments passed and Jack slowly pulled out, hearing Paul's gasps. Jack rolled to his side and grabbed Paul's right hand. He placed it on Paul's cock and motioned for him to finish.

Paul masturbated. Jack's fingers found their way to Paul and entered. There was that same, beautiful intake of breath as Paul's hand went up and down faster and faster. Eyes met. Jack's nearly drunk eyes looked into Paul's nearly hypnotized eyes. Very soon, Paul's eyes suddenly widened.

"Yeeaaaahhh…." Jack muttered. Then, Paul exploded. Moans on top of moans rolled out, just has his head did the same. And then, Paul's motion slowed. And slowed. And then, finally, stopped.

Moments passed. Heavy breathing could be heard from both men until it converted into pants. Silence then replaced their breathing – a heavy, vacuous silence, filled with stark memories of just what had happened.

Jack was the first to move. He knew how motionless and numb Paul's body must've felt. And he was right. Jack reached for a towel – the same towel used just a few hours ago. He smirked. But he had a job to do and Paul was in no position to do anything about it. So, he got to work. After a few quick efficient swipes, all of the physical evidence of their lovemaking had been wiped away. But their memories of that moment would NEVER be wiped away. Never.

When finished, Jack hurled the towel across the room and quickly scooped Paul in his arms. The irony of the role reversal didn't escape Jack – this time, HE was the one to turn Paul's entire body towards his as he held and protected the love of his life. Completely imprisoned in Jack's arms, Paul let himself fall – fall into Jack's arms, cocooned in the very same arms that gave him such intense and beautiful pleasure just moments before.

They smiled. Paul tried his best to languidly stroke Jack's back, but discovered how useless and jelly-like his whole body felt. Feeling slightly defeated, he stopped his efforts and let his arm collapse on Jack's side. Jack chuckled, knowing exactly how Paul was feeling. So, instead, Jack slowly stroked Paul's back, hearing a low hum of approval. They closed their eyes and simultaneously sighed.

Soon, sleep easily came to them and they would sleep through the night, arm-in arm, body-to-body, until the dawn would invade their eyes.

AN: THAT IS ALL FOR NOW. :) ITS FINISHED. I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED? LET ME KNOW IF YOU DID? TILL NEXT PLEASE REVIEE. AND HAVE A NICE DAY! X3-ILOVESSOMEGLEE

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