Pure Jealousy

The Trust Foundation

M

Jack/Will

Not owning anything

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WARNING! SEXUAL CONTENT!

(Just so you know)

He slowly undid my belt-buckle and let my pants slip down to the floor. My breathing became shallow. Why was he doing this? Why? But I lost all concentration as his hands moved up and started to undo the buttons of my shirt. He dropped it lightly to the floor. Our eyes locked and his were so soft so questioning: He questioned me while he undressed me. What's going on with you, Will? Why are you so tense? Let me help, I want to help. I could clearly see it in his eyes. Sometimes he was so difficult to read, and sometimes so transparent, like now. I closed my eyes involuntarily as he started to stroke my bare back with his hands, just moving up and down and making random patterns. He moved his head and lightly kissed my cheek. I shuddered. I wanted to touch him, like he was touching me. I wanted to push him onto the ground and kiss him for all he was worth, but somehow I knew it wouldn't be appreciated. He wanted to give me comfort, he didn't need it for himself. It was an act of friendship for him, not an act of love.

He kissed my neck, softly and unsure. He had never kissed me in that way and I could tell he was a bit nervous about it. He stepped closer to me, so, that his chest brushed mine. I couldn't question what he was doing, my mind was completely blank, accept for one thought: Him. I slowly raised my arms and put them around his shoulders, bringing him a bit closer to me.

His hands moved to my chest and he caressed me there. A bit firmer and a bit more sure of himself now that he knew I fully wanted it. His kisses became rougher and I felt myself getting incredibly aroused by what he was doing. My hold on his shoulders became tighter and tighter as he sucked on my neck and moved down all the while. My breathing came out in gasps and I knew I was talking nonsense, I always did in times of pleasure.

His hands were now on my waist, making slow circles and every now and then he let a few fingers dip below the elastic of my boxer. I became frustrated. Why wasn't he touching me there? Was he afraid of doing so?

I moved my pelvis up a bit, into his touch, but he ignored my actions, or he wasn't aware of them. He just kissed my collarbone and made small movements up and down my thighs.

I couldn't take it anymore and I let my hands wander down until they rested on his ass. And as he moved his hands up my leg I pulled him up a bit. So that his hands slipped further then he intended to and covered my erection. I groaned aloud and buried my head in the crook of his neck. I felt him smile against the skin of my shoulder, this was an action not unworthy of himself. He slowly moved one of his hands over my boxer. His other hand moved to the small of my back.

My breathing became hard as he started to stroke me over my boxer. His other hand moved up and down my back, arousing me and at the same time giving me support, because the moment he had started to touch me there I had nearly fallen to the floor. He stripped me of my boxer, leaving me completely naked in front of him, but I felt no nervousness. He had seen me naked before, though it had been involuntarily. The times he had came into the shower while I was undressing were countless.

I could feel his eyes move over my body, but he didn't touch me. I opened my eyes unsurely. Had he changed his mind? His eyes moved down my body and he blushed slightly at the sight of my erection. Apparently he could feel my stare because he blinked and looked at me. I couldn't handle the idea that there was a possibility he had changed his mind, so I stepped forward and brushed my lips over the skin of his cheek. I felt him close his eyes as I continued kissing the soft skin of his face, and I did the same. Finally touching him felt so great, so much better than I had ever imagined it would be. I wanted it to last forever, that wonderful feeling.

His hands moved to touch me again. I groaned against his neck as he took me firmly in his hand. His strokes were hard and extremely well placed. He knew what to do to get a man extremely aroused, and for the first time in these past days I didn't mind where he got that experience.

He put more pressure on me and I thought I was going to explode. My breathing warmed his neck noticeable and his own was growing very rapid as well, or was it only my imagination? His other hand continued to caress my back in a sensual, loving way I had never imagined he would use on me. I gripped his shoulders very hard with my hands and I groaned loudly, although I tried to suppress it.

He picked up pace and before I knew it, before I could control myself, I felt myself falling over the edge. Hard.

I yelled loudly as I spilled my seed over his hand. Black dots covered my vision for a few seconds. His arm tightened around me to keep me upright. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He smiled and pulled a tissue out of his pocket and cleaned me up. When he turned around to throw it away the full intensity of what we had just done hit me.

Oh my god! He just jerked me off! Oh my god, oh my god! I took a deep breath and dressed myself, not daring to look at him. He, however, did look at me. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time, and it only made me dress even quicker. He had just seen me at my most vulnerable time and I felt somewhat ashamed. We had never shared our sexuality with each other in a way like this.

And above all, what was I supposed to say now, thank you? I truly didn't know.

I looked at him unsurely, and I was glad I did. His eyes were warm and friendly, kind, in a way I had never seen them. He smiled again and leaned in, kissing me on the cheek.

"Have a good day, Will." He walked out, picking up his beloved chocolate muffins on the way.

I breathed out loud and ran my fingers through my hair. How on earth was I supposed to concentrate on anything else for the rest of the day?

But I knew what to do, it was something I should have done so much earlier: I had to call Grace. I shook my head, trying to forget the way Jack had looked just a bit earlier: caring, loving and desperate. Desperate for me to feel better, to find release. I took another breath, picked up the phone and dialed Grace's number.

"Hello."

"Hi Gracie."

"Oh, hi Will! How are you?"

"Uhm, I'm fine I guess. But there is something I need to tell you."

"You mean the fact that you're in love with Jack."

"Yeah, but you already know that, so."

"So…"

"Yeah…"

"…"

"…"

"Will, I can't guess what you want to say, you know." She said teasingly.

"Okay, here is the deal: yesterday after you left Jack said he wanted to help me to get less tense, as he called it. And he made it sound like he was offering sex, so I called Karen to check if that was what he meant, and she said he did. And later when he came in for breakfast he, how do I say this? He jerked me off."

"WHAT! He did, he did WHAT!

I couldn't help but grin, exactly the reaction I had expected.

"You know you will have to tell me everything don't you, Will? Down to every single dirty detail."

"I didn't expected anything else, Gracie."

I felt a lot better after I had talked to her. Hell! I felt great. I even felt so great that I had the incredible urge to tell Jack what I felt for him.

He had given me an incredible big favor after all, not one you would give to someone you didn't have feelings for, right? Suddenly I felt my heart swell with love for him. Even if he didn't feel that way for me, he still would have done it because he was my friend. My god, I really loved him. He was such a good friend, such a nice person. I wanted to tell him, thank him. Something I wasn't able to do when he was around, but now I was ready for it. He needed to know what I felt, I owed it to him. Jack, my friend, my love, he had the absolute right to know, and I was going to tell him. Now.

I straightened my back and walked out of my apartment, across the hall and knocked at his door. I didn't get an answer, but I knew he was there. Getting impatient I reached for the door. I wanted to talk to him so badly that I didn't care about his privacy. A smile formed itself on my face, all things considered, he might just have feelings for me as well, I thought.

My smile however, vanished from my face immediately when I opened the door. I could have known. I SHOULD have known. I cursed myself. Why should Jack, of all people, just make one person happy per day? He could make so many happy. And he did. He did.

"What is it?" Jack asked, looking away from the man sitting next to him. His eyes not painful, as I knew mine were, but slightly irritated for being disturbed while being with one of his lovers. The sight in front of me made me slightly sick, how could he be with so many men at the same day? Didn't he have any dignity?

"Well?" He quietly motioned for me to go away and leave him alone. Leave THEM alone.

"Nothing." I managed to say. "Nothing."

I stepped back, closed the door and buried my head in my hands.

No, it was nothing, because it was nothing to him. Nothing.

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